<?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-526035169874745867</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:29:57.901-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Car Crash Heart</title><subtitle type='html'>life is too short to hide who you are.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link 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and leave me&lt;br /&gt;I like just watching you sleep but like it even more when you wake up just long enough to pull me closer.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be brave like your spine that so dangerously walks the path between the blades of your shoulder, so sharp and angled to perfection&lt;br /&gt;I want to be the two folds behind your ear to hear your secrets and be that much closer to getting in your head&lt;br /&gt;I want to be your pointed smile, the grin that had an arrow aimed straight to my heart&lt;br /&gt;I want to be the hair that falls in your eyes when you flip through a dusty book&lt;br /&gt;I want to be the chills on your arms in the breezy nights so I may be under your skin&lt;br /&gt;I want to be your talented, graceful hands to just be a part of you, to feel what you feel&lt;br /&gt;I want to be your ribs that jut out from your skin to be close to your heart and have to responsibility of keeping it safe and warm&lt;br /&gt;I want to be the green in your eyes that sees the world in ways I’ll never know&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I’m lucky to be me…just to know what it’s like to love you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526035169874745867-8050890777191156611?l=acarcrashheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8050890777191156611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=526035169874745867&amp;postID=8050890777191156611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/8050890777191156611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/8050890777191156611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-laying-awake-and-still-so-you-wont.html' title=''/><author><name>about a girl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769986734412600324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7nbPqfk7W5s/SJc6OuD5auI/AAAAAAAAAJM/c-PW__Vnd8w/S220/l_8a3be01685e80d542e30af34ecb27fc3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526035169874745867.post-198182208688803200</id><published>2010-06-12T23:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T23:11:10.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why can’t the roles be reversed?&lt;br /&gt;You could hang on my every word&lt;br /&gt;You’d dream of me while you sleep&lt;br /&gt;Reach for the empty pillow wishing it was me&lt;br /&gt;You’d beg to keep me as your own&lt;br /&gt;Wishing, waiting up, gripping that phone&lt;br /&gt;You’d hint to comitt&lt;br /&gt;And Id brush it away&lt;br /&gt;In silence we’d sit&lt;br /&gt;id drop his name everyday&lt;br /&gt;And if you want to know the truth,&lt;br /&gt;This isn’t easy to say,&lt;br /&gt;You and I wouldn’t work any other way&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526035169874745867-198182208688803200?l=acarcrashheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/feeds/198182208688803200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=526035169874745867&amp;postID=198182208688803200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/198182208688803200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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problems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wont be the one to solve them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avoidance is what you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yellow Bruises&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calling truces &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could only wish on stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll open my mouth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but three words wont come out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this I’ll brandish scars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it’ll always be the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I was brave enough to confront&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She still calls you at night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleeding shins and my bight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate that girl, I call her a….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you’re still in love with her, its keeping your from me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526035169874745867-2553420442383671734?l=acarcrashheart.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7nbPqfk7W5s/SJc6OuD5auI/AAAAAAAAAJM/c-PW__Vnd8w/S220/l_8a3be01685e80d542e30af34ecb27fc3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526035169874745867.post-6584384767075163562</id><published>2010-05-26T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T22:07:34.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember December</title><content type='html'>You’re caught between two run away trains&lt;br /&gt;She’s beautiful and volitale&lt;br /&gt;And I’m just a wreck&lt;br /&gt;Oh and the wreck falls for the mind!&lt;br /&gt;I fall for anyone who entices my mind, sends me off spinning into an oblivion of mind fuck&lt;br /&gt;Ah! And there is my answer all in one! Equally as it spills off the page as it reels in my mind&lt;br /&gt;Any boy who captures my mind, in turn captures my soul, gets me wrapped entirely and lays me down into a pit of hurt&lt;br /&gt;From one heart break to the next with a cracking of a new cavern of my mind in between&lt;br /&gt;The shipwreck of my mind&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526035169874745867-6584384767075163562?l=acarcrashheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6584384767075163562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=526035169874745867&amp;postID=6584384767075163562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/6584384767075163562'/><link 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are getting harder to face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the wee morning hours thoughts eat my common sense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and pride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that tastes new is old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m too terrified to even mention….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep all these thoughts inside my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this change has got me cashing in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m only finding myself richer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fingers crossed, eyes squeezed shut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now don’t spend it all in one place&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526035169874745867-6337301062997351840?l=acarcrashheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6337301062997351840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7nbPqfk7W5s/SJc6OuD5auI/AAAAAAAAAJM/c-PW__Vnd8w/S220/l_8a3be01685e80d542e30af34ecb27fc3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526035169874745867.post-6363304012123789694</id><published>2010-05-26T22:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T22:03:08.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh rye ann</title><content type='html'>I can’t sleep&lt;br /&gt;Spots of color are starting to appear under my eyelids&lt;br /&gt;As the thoughts that haunt me creep into my mind with the black that is the wee early morning hours&lt;br /&gt;The color bleeds onto my pillow as I cling to the empty side of the mattress, your side, and I hope if I push myself into the dark hard enough some part of you will seep out of the hollow your body made next to where I lay,&lt;br /&gt;where we laid night after night disussing our dreams and where the universe ends&lt;br /&gt;Discussing the seasons according to the moon&lt;br /&gt;And the brilliant colors of nebulas&lt;br /&gt;The same colors that appear right behind my eyelids&lt;br /&gt;Squeezing them hard enough that the colors blend to make out your figure next to me in the dark&lt;br /&gt;And now, I can finally sleep&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526035169874745867-6363304012123789694?l=acarcrashheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6363304012123789694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=526035169874745867&amp;postID=6363304012123789694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/6363304012123789694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/6363304012123789694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/2010/05/oh-rye-ann.html' title='oh rye ann'/><author><name>about a girl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769986734412600324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7nbPqfk7W5s/SJc6OuD5auI/AAAAAAAAAJM/c-PW__Vnd8w/S220/l_8a3be01685e80d542e30af34ecb27fc3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526035169874745867.post-8751262245851962321</id><published>2010-05-26T22:02:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T22:02:39.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dark side of the moon</title><content type='html'>These holes my friends have dug&lt;br /&gt;The craters they have filled after the bombs went off&lt;br /&gt;The ripped and torn roads that his nails left in my back just looking to be traveled&lt;br /&gt;Warm and full of safe fire&lt;br /&gt;But fire ends where an ocean begins&lt;br /&gt;I always find my ocean current tongue at high tide with you. The moon has to reciprocate some time…he can’t just pull and pull forever, can he? How many words can the current give before there is no more left?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526035169874745867-8751262245851962321?l=acarcrashheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8751262245851962321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=526035169874745867&amp;postID=8751262245851962321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/8751262245851962321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/8751262245851962321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/2010/05/dark-side-of-moon.html' title='Dark side of the moon'/><author><name>about a girl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769986734412600324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7nbPqfk7W5s/SJc6OuD5auI/AAAAAAAAAJM/c-PW__Vnd8w/S220/l_8a3be01685e80d542e30af34ecb27fc3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526035169874745867.post-239084756834958847</id><published>2010-05-26T22:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T22:02:17.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>br8ve</title><content type='html'>Give time, time. Lose your emotional baggage. Be trusting but not naive. Stay grounded. Be nice to ordinary people. Be your own wo/man. Don't always act your age. Make happiness a habit. Injuries in sand, kindness in marble. Keep on keeping on. Be less critical. Say it to the face or not at all. Take only serious things seriously. BE BIGGER THAN YOUR CIRCUMSTANCE. Never sell yourself short. Fall in love and stay there. Should -&gt;must.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526035169874745867-239084756834958847?l=acarcrashheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/feeds/239084756834958847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=526035169874745867&amp;postID=239084756834958847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/239084756834958847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/239084756834958847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/2010/05/br8ve.html' title='br8ve'/><author><name>about a girl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769986734412600324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7nbPqfk7W5s/SJc6OuD5auI/AAAAAAAAAJM/c-PW__Vnd8w/S220/l_8a3be01685e80d542e30af34ecb27fc3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526035169874745867.post-1330450302375983608</id><published>2010-05-26T22:00:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T22:00:51.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>God knows when I hold my breath I end up turning blue&lt;br /&gt;Every night i patch up the hole in my chest where many have dug from with sewed up dreams so that my heart doesn’t fall out while I sleep&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526035169874745867-1330450302375983608?l=acarcrashheart.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7nbPqfk7W5s/SJc6OuD5auI/AAAAAAAAAJM/c-PW__Vnd8w/S220/l_8a3be01685e80d542e30af34ecb27fc3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526035169874745867.post-7380332771203297850</id><published>2010-05-26T22:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T22:00:32.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lock me up in that little wooden house&lt;br /&gt;So that my soul can sink into the floorboards&lt;br /&gt;And watch over you when I’m not there&lt;br /&gt;Find me between matrreses and mahogany&lt;br /&gt;Sparking lights fall and the hollow of the guitar sound&lt;br /&gt;A resounding hum&lt;br /&gt;Like my head on your chest where gravity pulls me futher into the dark&lt;br /&gt;Wear my grooves thin like the records you play over and over&lt;br /&gt;I don’t mind&lt;br /&gt;Spinning around and round on turntables like emeralds in my mind&lt;br /&gt;Taking down everything around us so the scales don’t tip&lt;br /&gt;It seems too right so everything else must look wrong to compensate&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526035169874745867-7380332771203297850?l=acarcrashheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7380332771203297850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=526035169874745867&amp;postID=7380332771203297850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/7380332771203297850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/7380332771203297850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/2010/05/lock-me-up-in-that-little-wooden-house.html' title=''/><author><name>about a girl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769986734412600324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7nbPqfk7W5s/SJc6OuD5auI/AAAAAAAAAJM/c-PW__Vnd8w/S220/l_8a3be01685e80d542e30af34ecb27fc3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526035169874745867.post-6108334751314917017</id><published>2010-05-26T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T22:00:05.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It seems that things never change and boys are all the same</title><content type='html'>Sunrise in the east&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t quite understand.&lt;br /&gt;You tell me I love you too much, and shy away from everything that I have to offer.&lt;br /&gt;You tell me I’m too intense and I put too much into you&lt;br /&gt;But after hours of fighting you do these small things that make me believe differently.&lt;br /&gt;The smallest ways of standing up for me, protecting me, sheltering me&lt;br /&gt;the little actions that still say “I Love You”&lt;br /&gt;Actions speak louder than words&lt;br /&gt;so either tie your words to bullhorns&lt;br /&gt;or stop unconsciously acting out to me. &lt;br /&gt;Because I see right through your stained glass words&lt;br /&gt;right to the brick underneath&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526035169874745867-6108334751314917017?l=acarcrashheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6108334751314917017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=526035169874745867&amp;postID=6108334751314917017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/6108334751314917017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/6108334751314917017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/2010/05/it-seems-that-things-never-change-and.html' title='It seems that things never change and boys are all the same'/><author><name>about a girl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769986734412600324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7nbPqfk7W5s/SJc6OuD5auI/AAAAAAAAAJM/c-PW__Vnd8w/S220/l_8a3be01685e80d542e30af34ecb27fc3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526035169874745867.post-7314951596503781502</id><published>2010-05-26T21:58:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T21:58:50.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>West Sunsets</title><content type='html'>Consider yourself lucky because you’re my new inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;You push the ones who love you away so hard.&lt;br /&gt;What is learning pain if you can never learn to trust&lt;br /&gt;I’m guilty of hurting and disappointing you but it’s so hard to be open with you about my human mistakes when you push me away.&lt;br /&gt;One day I won’t come back.&lt;br /&gt;If you love me, you’ll be careful. Swallow your pride and just let me in.&lt;br /&gt;You’ll knock down these walls you’ve so avidly built&lt;br /&gt;You’ll show me the weak spots so I can kick the walls in&lt;br /&gt;They hurt you and fuck you up but don’t you know they’ll save you?&lt;br /&gt;Don’t you know you can’t do this alone&lt;br /&gt;That high horse of yours will die before you do&lt;br /&gt;Get down before it let’s you down too&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526035169874745867-7314951596503781502?l=acarcrashheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7314951596503781502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=526035169874745867&amp;postID=7314951596503781502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/7314951596503781502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/7314951596503781502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/2010/05/west-sunsets.html' title='West Sunsets'/><author><name>about a girl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769986734412600324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7nbPqfk7W5s/SJc6OuD5auI/AAAAAAAAAJM/c-PW__Vnd8w/S220/l_8a3be01685e80d542e30af34ecb27fc3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526035169874745867.post-6483492983446903529</id><published>2010-05-26T21:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T21:58:11.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diamonds on the left</title><content type='html'>Shattered glass looks like diamonds too.&lt;br /&gt;You’re gone for weeks so&lt;br /&gt;I mark you by the moon&lt;br /&gt;Sink in your bed in my head&lt;br /&gt;A vision of you and me&lt;br /&gt;I miss you too much&lt;br /&gt;Can’t put my arms around a memory&lt;br /&gt;I wish you knew what it’s like to wake up next to you&lt;br /&gt;Warm bodies silent breathing&lt;br /&gt;You’ve made me some fool&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526035169874745867-6483492983446903529?l=acarcrashheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6483492983446903529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=526035169874745867&amp;postID=6483492983446903529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/6483492983446903529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/6483492983446903529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/2010/05/diamonds-on-left.html' title='Diamonds on the left'/><author><name>about a girl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769986734412600324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7nbPqfk7W5s/SJc6OuD5auI/AAAAAAAAAJM/c-PW__Vnd8w/S220/l_8a3be01685e80d542e30af34ecb27fc3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526035169874745867.post-6513767792548045941</id><published>2010-05-26T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T21:57:28.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diesel Jeans Campaign: Be Stupid</title><content type='html'>Like balloons, we are filled with hopes and dreams&lt;br /&gt;But. Over time a single sentence creeps into our lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont be stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the crusher of possibility.&lt;br /&gt;Its the worlds greatest deflator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is full of smart people.&lt;br /&gt;Doing all kind of smart things…&lt;br /&gt;Thats smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,&lt;br /&gt;were with stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid is the relentless pursuit of a regret free life.&lt;br /&gt;Smart may have the brains…&lt;br /&gt;but stupid has the balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smart might recognize&lt;br /&gt;things for how they are.&lt;br /&gt;The stupid see things for how they could be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smart critiques.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid creates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact is&lt;br /&gt;if we didnt have stupid thoughts&lt;br /&gt;wed have no interesting thoughts at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smart may have the plans…&lt;br /&gt;but stupid has the stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smart may have the authority&lt;br /&gt;but stupid has one hell of a hangover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not smart to take risks…&lt;br /&gt;Its stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be stupid&lt;br /&gt;is to be brave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stupid isnt afraid to fail.&lt;br /&gt;The stupid know there are worse things than failure…&lt;br /&gt;like not even trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smart had one good idea, &lt;br /&gt;and that idea was stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cant outsmart stupid. &lt;br /&gt;So dont even try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember&lt;br /&gt;only stupid can be truly&lt;br /&gt;brilliant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,&lt;br /&gt;BE STUPID&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526035169874745867-6513767792548045941?l=acarcrashheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6513767792548045941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=526035169874745867&amp;postID=6513767792548045941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/6513767792548045941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/6513767792548045941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/2010/05/diesel-jeans-campaign-be-stupid.html' title='Diesel Jeans Campaign: Be Stupid'/><author><name>about a girl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769986734412600324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7nbPqfk7W5s/SJc6OuD5auI/AAAAAAAAAJM/c-PW__Vnd8w/S220/l_8a3be01685e80d542e30af34ecb27fc3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526035169874745867.post-3004997106445583775</id><published>2010-05-26T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T21:56:01.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deadly Sin</title><content type='html'>How does pride taste?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, you wouldn’t know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because just like virgin, you can’t swollow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pride cannot hold your hand or keep you warm at night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pride will not tell you it loves you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can’t wrap your arms around pride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If pride were a man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, it certainly would be,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would be cold and bitter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it balances out like all your gold on a scale versus my dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one loves pride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one wants to spend time with pride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God himself hates pride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless you wish to share success stories with the devil, I suggest you take a heaping spoonful of pride And let it slide down your throat Hot sticky and sweet&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526035169874745867-3004997106445583775?l=acarcrashheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3004997106445583775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=526035169874745867&amp;postID=3004997106445583775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/3004997106445583775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/3004997106445583775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/2010/05/deadly-sin.html' title='Deadly Sin'/><author><name>about a girl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769986734412600324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7nbPqfk7W5s/SJc6OuD5auI/AAAAAAAAAJM/c-PW__Vnd8w/S220/l_8a3be01685e80d542e30af34ecb27fc3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526035169874745867.post-1455532203604910252</id><published>2010-04-26T12:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T12:47:42.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Air O'Gance</title><content type='html'>I wonder.&lt;br /&gt;I am the vainest person I know.&lt;br /&gt;I love myself so no one else has to&lt;br /&gt;but can't you?&lt;br /&gt;I hold my head high with confidence and walk with and on air&lt;br /&gt;I'm smart and never enough for myself&lt;br /&gt;I push and push until I'm scraping talent off the soul of my shoe&lt;br /&gt;All this to prove to myself, that yes. I am worth loving.&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes i don't think people understand how much I am willing to give to them&lt;br /&gt;how much I will do to love them&lt;br /&gt;when the time comes someone will be amazed&lt;br /&gt;I am amazed with me&lt;br /&gt;I've been through so much. I deserve it all.&lt;br /&gt;And in the clam before the storm I am left wanting &lt;br /&gt;wanting someone to confirm&lt;br /&gt;but that's my lesson&lt;br /&gt;confirm yourself&lt;br /&gt;love yourself&lt;br /&gt;be confident&lt;br /&gt;head held high&lt;br /&gt;and that is all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526035169874745867-1455532203604910252?l=acarcrashheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1455532203604910252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=526035169874745867&amp;postID=1455532203604910252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/1455532203604910252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/1455532203604910252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/2010/04/air-ogance.html' title='Air O&apos;Gance'/><author><name>about a girl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769986734412600324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7nbPqfk7W5s/SJc6OuD5auI/AAAAAAAAAJM/c-PW__Vnd8w/S220/l_8a3be01685e80d542e30af34ecb27fc3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526035169874745867.post-6604835837733929924</id><published>2010-04-26T12:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T12:45:47.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CCH</title><content type='html'>Reading you makes my knees ache&lt;br /&gt;to stand back where the concreate hits the stage curtin&lt;br /&gt;im screaming and bleeding against this bar for you&lt;br /&gt;shoved up aginst all the other people in this town who feel the same and were all here for the same cause&lt;br /&gt;just you. How does it feel to be loved this much?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526035169874745867-6604835837733929924?l=acarcrashheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6604835837733929924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=526035169874745867&amp;postID=6604835837733929924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/6604835837733929924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/6604835837733929924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/2010/04/cch.html' title='CCH'/><author><name>about a girl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769986734412600324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7nbPqfk7W5s/SJc6OuD5auI/AAAAAAAAAJM/c-PW__Vnd8w/S220/l_8a3be01685e80d542e30af34ecb27fc3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526035169874745867.post-3663758564603509758</id><published>2010-04-26T12:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T12:40:27.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tell me I’m just a passerby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An emphemeral meteor in a starry sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My rainy cloud luck came and stole you away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brief thunderstorms on fateful days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snuff to spite i need someone tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The miles between us just don’t feel right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’re closer than we’ve been before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i’ve forgotten hundreds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what’s one more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stars in my veins and stars on my arms, you always promised you'd keep me from harm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526035169874745867-3663758564603509758?l=acarcrashheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3663758564603509758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=526035169874745867&amp;postID=3663758564603509758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/3663758564603509758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/3663758564603509758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/2010/04/tell-me-im-just-passerby-emphemeral.html' title=''/><author><name>about a girl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769986734412600324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7nbPqfk7W5s/SJc6OuD5auI/AAAAAAAAAJM/c-PW__Vnd8w/S220/l_8a3be01685e80d542e30af34ecb27fc3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526035169874745867.post-2719662906181799727</id><published>2010-04-26T12:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T12:38:32.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There She Goes</title><content type='html'>“It’s spring time&lt;br /&gt;That means I’m breaking out the leather jacket and changing my outlook on life again&lt;br /&gt;New beginnings&lt;br /&gt;Live high live well live fast&lt;br /&gt;I’m the wholeheart with a splash of rock n’ roll&lt;br /&gt;The tame wild child&lt;br /&gt;That’s me streaking past you&lt;br /&gt;I’ll show you how I live without you&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be so good and sickly sweet&lt;br /&gt;I’ll give you my everything&lt;br /&gt;But won’t give a damn&lt;br /&gt;It’s time to live&lt;br /&gt;It’s time to fly&lt;br /&gt;There she goes&lt;br /&gt;Passing by”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526035169874745867-2719662906181799727?l=acarcrashheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2719662906181799727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=526035169874745867&amp;postID=2719662906181799727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/2719662906181799727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/2719662906181799727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/2010/04/there-she-goes.html' title='There She Goes'/><author><name>about a girl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769986734412600324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7nbPqfk7W5s/SJc6OuD5auI/AAAAAAAAAJM/c-PW__Vnd8w/S220/l_8a3be01685e80d542e30af34ecb27fc3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526035169874745867.post-6410033762721329795</id><published>2010-04-26T12:37:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T12:37:29.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>iEyeohDine</title><content type='html'>And if I ever breakdown on the rough road like before&lt;br /&gt;I know I’ll always take the fork&lt;br /&gt;And end up on my knees at your door.&lt;br /&gt;I wish you knew of the sins I’ve comitted in your wake&lt;br /&gt;The acting out I’ve done in hopes one day we’ll meet again…&lt;br /&gt;… In hell.&lt;br /&gt;Hm. That’s strange, you taste like blood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526035169874745867-6410033762721329795?l=acarcrashheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6410033762721329795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=526035169874745867&amp;postID=6410033762721329795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/6410033762721329795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/6410033762721329795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/2010/04/ieyeohdine.html' title='iEyeohDine'/><author><name>about a girl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769986734412600324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7nbPqfk7W5s/SJc6OuD5auI/AAAAAAAAAJM/c-PW__Vnd8w/S220/l_8a3be01685e80d542e30af34ecb27fc3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526035169874745867.post-26127875517008268</id><published>2010-04-26T12:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T12:37:13.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cave of Wonders</title><content type='html'>The sadness that once put so many tons of weight upon my chest caused a crack&lt;br /&gt;The crack turned into lonliness&lt;br /&gt;And the cavern walls that gaurded my heart caved in&lt;br /&gt;It turned into a creater from which anyone could dig and take the gems they found there for free if they inventested their time and labor&lt;br /&gt;And they did dig. And took those gems&lt;br /&gt;They just happened to be chips of my diamond shattered heart&lt;br /&gt;Once radiating in the summer sun&lt;br /&gt;Everyone now wears a piece of my heart and shows it off to all of their sycophant friends&lt;br /&gt;“look at my prize from my excavation”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526035169874745867-26127875517008268?l=acarcrashheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/feeds/26127875517008268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=526035169874745867&amp;postID=26127875517008268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/26127875517008268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/26127875517008268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/2010/04/cave-of-wonders.html' title='Cave of Wonders'/><author><name>about a girl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769986734412600324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7nbPqfk7W5s/SJc6OuD5auI/AAAAAAAAAJM/c-PW__Vnd8w/S220/l_8a3be01685e80d542e30af34ecb27fc3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526035169874745867.post-3209541564857451841</id><published>2010-04-26T12:36:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T12:37:00.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holey Ghost</title><content type='html'>4am and you’ve ripped up my scripts of dreams&lt;br /&gt;I feel like sitting in the middle of my mass of shreads&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I’ll make a snowangel in this white paper desert&lt;br /&gt;And make something beautiful out of this mess&lt;br /&gt;Most nights I sleep with my arms wrapped around myself&lt;br /&gt;To keep my heart from falling out of the hole in my chest while I sleep&lt;br /&gt;I can’t decide if it’s because youre not here or just your fault&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526035169874745867-3209541564857451841?l=acarcrashheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3209541564857451841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=526035169874745867&amp;postID=3209541564857451841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/3209541564857451841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/3209541564857451841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/2010/04/holey-ghost.html' title='Holey Ghost'/><author><name>about a girl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769986734412600324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7nbPqfk7W5s/SJc6OuD5auI/AAAAAAAAAJM/c-PW__Vnd8w/S220/l_8a3be01685e80d542e30af34ecb27fc3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526035169874745867.post-6609211666564408091</id><published>2010-04-26T12:36:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T12:36:32.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Symposium</title><content type='html'>Hot with caught light for just one heartbeat&lt;br /&gt;Laying in bed under the weight of my realizations&lt;br /&gt;I put up with this because I’m tired of being lonely&lt;br /&gt;I only think you’re the one because I want you to be&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526035169874745867-6609211666564408091?l=acarcrashheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6609211666564408091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=526035169874745867&amp;postID=6609211666564408091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/6609211666564408091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/6609211666564408091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/2010/04/symposium.html' title='Symposium'/><author><name>about a girl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769986734412600324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7nbPqfk7W5s/SJc6OuD5auI/AAAAAAAAAJM/c-PW__Vnd8w/S220/l_8a3be01685e80d542e30af34ecb27fc3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526035169874745867.post-6718257737693865989</id><published>2010-04-26T12:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T12:36:07.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jayess</title><content type='html'>I’ve taken my fair share of stars from the skies and places them in my veins&lt;br /&gt;But I’ve given them and and bled them into constellations&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful patterns that tell my story&lt;br /&gt;Of pain and joy&lt;br /&gt;And when the shooting stars&lt;br /&gt;Go passing by they keep going&lt;br /&gt;Around the stratosphere&lt;br /&gt;Around and around but don’t burn out&lt;br /&gt;My stars never go out&lt;br /&gt;Reflected in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Blink and they might fade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but “never go away”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526035169874745867-6718257737693865989?l=acarcrashheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6718257737693865989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=526035169874745867&amp;postID=6718257737693865989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/6718257737693865989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/6718257737693865989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/2010/04/jayess.html' title='Jayess'/><author><name>about a girl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769986734412600324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7nbPqfk7W5s/SJc6OuD5auI/AAAAAAAAAJM/c-PW__Vnd8w/S220/l_8a3be01685e80d542e30af34ecb27fc3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526035169874745867.post-4821543388590633800</id><published>2010-04-26T12:35:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T12:35:43.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>All roads lead back home like veins to the heart&lt;br /&gt;And classic chicago rock makes me fall in love&lt;br /&gt;Choking back second hand smoke makes me fall harder&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526035169874745867-4821543388590633800?l=acarcrashheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4821543388590633800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=526035169874745867&amp;postID=4821543388590633800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/4821543388590633800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/4821543388590633800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/2010/04/all-roads-lead-back-home-like-veins-to.html' title=''/><author><name>about a girl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769986734412600324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7nbPqfk7W5s/SJc6OuD5auI/AAAAAAAAAJM/c-PW__Vnd8w/S220/l_8a3be01685e80d542e30af34ecb27fc3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526035169874745867.post-5141490408279693776</id><published>2010-04-26T12:35:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T12:35:29.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel like setting fire to something just to watch it burn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone please emboss my body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be remembered forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;through scars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in veins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;through pain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526035169874745867-5141490408279693776?l=acarcrashheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5141490408279693776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=526035169874745867&amp;postID=5141490408279693776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/5141490408279693776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/5141490408279693776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-feel-like-setting-fire-to-something.html' title=''/><author><name>about a girl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769986734412600324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7nbPqfk7W5s/SJc6OuD5auI/AAAAAAAAAJM/c-PW__Vnd8w/S220/l_8a3be01685e80d542e30af34ecb27fc3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526035169874745867.post-7369414191787229083</id><published>2010-04-26T12:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T12:35:12.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>$</title><content type='html'>I can’t put my finger on it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything is blending together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these nights are getting harder to face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the wee morning hours thoughts eat my common sense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and pride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that tastes new is old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m too terrified to even mention….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep all these thoughts inside my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this change has got me cashing in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m only finding myself richer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fingers crossed, eyes squeezed shut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now don’t spend it all in one place&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526035169874745867-7369414191787229083?l=acarcrashheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7369414191787229083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=526035169874745867&amp;postID=7369414191787229083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/7369414191787229083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/7369414191787229083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html' title='$'/><author><name>about a girl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769986734412600324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7nbPqfk7W5s/SJc6OuD5auI/AAAAAAAAAJM/c-PW__Vnd8w/S220/l_8a3be01685e80d542e30af34ecb27fc3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526035169874745867.post-4777742499821655090</id><published>2010-04-26T12:34:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T12:34:55.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh rye ann</title><content type='html'>I can’t sleep&lt;br /&gt;Spots of color are starting to appear under my eyelids&lt;br /&gt;As the thoughts that haunt me creep into my mind with the black that is the wee early morning hours&lt;br /&gt;The color bleeds onto my pillow as I cling to the empty side of the mattress, your side, and I hope if I push myself into the dark hard enough some part of you will seep out of the hollow your body made next to where I lay,&lt;br /&gt;where we laid night after night disussing our dreams and where the universe ends&lt;br /&gt;Discussing the seasons according to the moon&lt;br /&gt;And the brilliant colors of nebulas&lt;br /&gt;The same colors that appear right behind my eyelids&lt;br /&gt;Squeezing them hard enough that the colors blend to make out your figure next to me in the dark&lt;br /&gt;And now, I can finally sleep&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526035169874745867-4777742499821655090?l=acarcrashheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7nbPqfk7W5s/SJc6OuD5auI/AAAAAAAAAJM/c-PW__Vnd8w/S220/l_8a3be01685e80d542e30af34ecb27fc3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526035169874745867.post-1797458160930086849</id><published>2010-04-26T12:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T12:34:41.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>These holes my friends have dug&lt;br /&gt;The craters they have filled after the bombs went off&lt;br /&gt;The ripped and torn roads that his nails left in my back just looking to be traveled&lt;br /&gt;Warm and full of safe fire&lt;br /&gt;But fire ends where an ocean begins&lt;br /&gt;I always find my ocean current tongue at high tide with you. The moon has to reciprocate some time…he can’t just pull and pull forever, can he? How many words can the current give before there is no more left?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526035169874745867-1797458160930086849?l=acarcrashheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1797458160930086849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=526035169874745867&amp;postID=1797458160930086849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/1797458160930086849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/1797458160930086849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/2010/04/these-holes-my-friends-have-dug-craters.html' title=''/><author><name>about a girl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769986734412600324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7nbPqfk7W5s/SJc6OuD5auI/AAAAAAAAAJM/c-PW__Vnd8w/S220/l_8a3be01685e80d542e30af34ecb27fc3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526035169874745867.post-2803322823489582780</id><published>2010-04-26T12:33:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T12:33:58.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>God knows when I hold my breath I end up turning blue&lt;br /&gt;Every night i patch up the hole in my chest where many have dug from with sewed up dreams so that my heart doesn’t fall out while I sleep&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526035169874745867-2803322823489582780?l=acarcrashheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2803322823489582780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=526035169874745867&amp;postID=2803322823489582780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/2803322823489582780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/2803322823489582780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/2010/04/god-knows-when-i-hold-my-breath-i-end.html' title=''/><author><name>about a girl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769986734412600324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7nbPqfk7W5s/SJc6OuD5auI/AAAAAAAAAJM/c-PW__Vnd8w/S220/l_8a3be01685e80d542e30af34ecb27fc3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526035169874745867.post-3898444411849896804</id><published>2010-04-26T12:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T12:33:46.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lock me up in that little wooden house&lt;br /&gt;So that my soul can sink into the floorboards&lt;br /&gt;And watch over you when I’m not there&lt;br /&gt;Find me between matrreses and mahogany&lt;br /&gt;Sparking lights fall and the hollow of the guitar sound&lt;br /&gt;A resounding hum&lt;br /&gt;Like my head on your chest where gravity pulls me futher into the dark&lt;br /&gt;Wear my grooves thin like the records you play over and over&lt;br /&gt;I don’t mind&lt;br /&gt;Spinning around and round on turntables like emeralds in my mind&lt;br /&gt;Taking down everything around us so the scales don’t tip&lt;br /&gt;It seems too right so everything else must look wrong to compensate&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526035169874745867-3898444411849896804?l=acarcrashheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3898444411849896804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=526035169874745867&amp;postID=3898444411849896804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/3898444411849896804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/3898444411849896804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/2010/04/lock-me-up-in-that-little-wooden-house.html' title=''/><author><name>about a girl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769986734412600324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7nbPqfk7W5s/SJc6OuD5auI/AAAAAAAAAJM/c-PW__Vnd8w/S220/l_8a3be01685e80d542e30af34ecb27fc3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526035169874745867.post-8907435334682597636</id><published>2010-04-26T12:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T12:23:36.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The truth is i feel stuck.&lt;br /&gt;The truth is I just want to do something drastic.&lt;br /&gt;Cut me, dye me, pierce me, move me, run with me.&lt;br /&gt;I have friends all over the world. One in Africa, two in Paris, one in Spain, one in Germany and many all over the U.S.&lt;br /&gt;I look out my window and I see the same skyline I've looked at all of my life&lt;br /&gt;And I am starting to take it for granted&lt;br /&gt;I just want to run and leave this place&lt;br /&gt;I want to see things everywhere and experience things from other places&lt;br /&gt;Give me adventure, composure, stability, anything but here&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy&lt;br /&gt;But the truth is I was never meant to be so stuck in one place&lt;br /&gt;I've always been on the run&lt;br /&gt;I cannot sit in one place for very long&lt;br /&gt;show me the world, please.&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure if this is my attempt to run from possible failure&lt;br /&gt;or just a girl itching to run from her own skin&lt;br /&gt;But i am ready to get out and go&lt;br /&gt;I am afraid it is all fleeting&lt;br /&gt;so go ahead and miss me &lt;br /&gt;because you'll soon just be looking at my back and my ship sails into the sunset&lt;br /&gt;fingers crossed to chase the sun around the world&lt;br /&gt;We'll always be looking at the same moon&lt;br /&gt;but for now i need change&lt;br /&gt;location, destination, reverberation, contemplation &lt;br /&gt;I'm out&lt;br /&gt;There she goes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526035169874745867-8907435334682597636?l=acarcrashheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8907435334682597636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=526035169874745867&amp;postID=8907435334682597636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/8907435334682597636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/8907435334682597636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/2010/04/truth-is-i-feel-stuck.html' title=''/><author><name>about a girl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769986734412600324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7nbPqfk7W5s/SJc6OuD5auI/AAAAAAAAAJM/c-PW__Vnd8w/S220/l_8a3be01685e80d542e30af34ecb27fc3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526035169874745867.post-7213503656077781273</id><published>2010-03-01T12:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T12:28:48.218-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunrise in the east</title><content type='html'>I don't quite understand.&lt;br /&gt;You tell me I love you too much, and shy away form everything that I have to offer.&lt;br /&gt;You tell me I'm too intense and I put too much into you&lt;br /&gt;But after hours of fighting you do these small things that make me believe differently.&lt;br /&gt;The smallest ways of standing up for me, protecting me, sheltering me&lt;br /&gt;the little actions that still say "I Love You"&lt;br /&gt;Actions speak louder than words&lt;br /&gt;so either tie your words to bullhorns&lt;br /&gt;or stop unconsciously acting out to me. &lt;br /&gt;Because I see right through your stained glass words&lt;br /&gt;right to the brick underneath&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526035169874745867-7213503656077781273?l=acarcrashheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7213503656077781273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=526035169874745867&amp;postID=7213503656077781273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/7213503656077781273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/7213503656077781273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/2010/03/sunrise-in-east.html' title='Sunrise in the east'/><author><name>about a girl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769986734412600324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7nbPqfk7W5s/SJc6OuD5auI/AAAAAAAAAJM/c-PW__Vnd8w/S220/l_8a3be01685e80d542e30af34ecb27fc3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526035169874745867.post-4475929129784543855</id><published>2010-02-22T23:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T23:27:45.825-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I'll Never Understand</title><content type='html'>If a friend hurts you so much, then why do you hang on to them and keep them around? Why even still consider them a friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone you love hurt you so badly why would you come crawling back to them? Along with if someone doesn’t want you, why would you beg them to keep it going?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you hate something so much, stop complaining and stop doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have to question something a many times why are you going to do it? if you can be certain enough with yourself enough to do something, then don’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think about it and are scared to do something, then it is not truly bravery at all. Real bravery is when you mindlessly go through with it because you sincerely care about it/ person you are doing it for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you aren’t happy, why aren’t you changing something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People follow this set path in front of them, but that is not what life is about. Take a step back, think of everything in the universe, the stars, the planets, the elements, and now think about what you are doing. Sitting doing homework, debating what designer you need, what gadget, what makeup, you need to impress…someone. But that isn;t what it is about… I don’t have the answer of what it IS about, but all I can tell you is that you will have to go find the answers yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last thing I can’t understand, on a personal level, is that I love you, and you can’t see it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526035169874745867-4475929129784543855?l=acarcrashheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4475929129784543855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=526035169874745867&amp;postID=4475929129784543855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/4475929129784543855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/4475929129784543855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/2010/02/things-ill-never-understand.html' title='Things I&apos;ll Never Understand'/><author><name>about a girl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769986734412600324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7nbPqfk7W5s/SJc6OuD5auI/AAAAAAAAAJM/c-PW__Vnd8w/S220/l_8a3be01685e80d542e30af34ecb27fc3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526035169874745867.post-4728511302949563289</id><published>2010-02-22T23:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T23:20:59.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reader discretion is: advised/revised.</title><content type='html'>I believe that you feel the same for me because of the way we laugh together, the way we dance, the childish things we do because we can, the way you touched my face,&lt;br /&gt;the way we wrap ourselves around one another&lt;br /&gt;Warm on a cold hard floor&lt;br /&gt;“oh” the price I’d pay to be back on that ONE defining day&lt;br /&gt;It gave me a new idea of my own perfect&lt;br /&gt;It has nothing to do with the ideogrammatic alphabets that pop up on a crystalized electronic screen.&lt;br /&gt;The binary code that leads to where you are&lt;br /&gt;You’re my ONE, my “oh”&lt;br /&gt;Get here. Be here. Stay here.&lt;br /&gt;If only my dear, if only - i need you so much closer&lt;br /&gt;Your just a punk that’s daft&lt;br /&gt;And I’m simply a pretty young thing lace up in finger webbing&lt;br /&gt;Caught between two bodies of a hidden kiss&lt;br /&gt;Send me spinning, drunk off your lips&lt;br /&gt;But it’s your turn now&lt;br /&gt;I hope you get drunk off rum tonight and spill your heart to me and spill the truth&lt;br /&gt;Be on the other end of this dry spell&lt;br /&gt;I need you to know I care&lt;br /&gt;Ill tell you I think about you everyday&lt;br /&gt;And send you love notes and gifts to show you how much you mean to me&lt;br /&gt;But I’m not at all receiving&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m in a corner from your withdrawl&lt;br /&gt;Pale and blue and small like the dot that brought me to you&lt;br /&gt;-I’ll show you chills&lt;br /&gt;Everyone you love, every problem, every war on that dot&lt;br /&gt;I’ll wage that war&lt;br /&gt;-against face. about face. This war gets harder to fight, and things get worse when you’re not around&lt;br /&gt;But go back to your drinks and your tongue with a caution sign that reads: slippery when wet&lt;br /&gt;And I’ll heave for a taste of your “oh”; my ONE and only “oh”&lt;br /&gt;It’s obvious between bottles; clearer than their glass&lt;br /&gt;And here comes the pain like shards in skin when they smash&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526035169874745867-4728511302949563289?l=acarcrashheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4728511302949563289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=526035169874745867&amp;postID=4728511302949563289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/4728511302949563289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/4728511302949563289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/2010/02/reader-discretion-is-advisedrevised.html' title='Reader discretion is: advised/revised.'/><author><name>about a girl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769986734412600324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7nbPqfk7W5s/SJc6OuD5auI/AAAAAAAAAJM/c-PW__Vnd8w/S220/l_8a3be01685e80d542e30af34ecb27fc3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526035169874745867.post-555157417210741131</id><published>2010-01-18T13:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T13:18:47.745-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I’ve posted my old writing on here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from past months and such&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it’s all so sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;and I’m not sad anymore.&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&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/526035169874745867-555157417210741131?l=acarcrashheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/feeds/555157417210741131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=526035169874745867&amp;postID=555157417210741131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/555157417210741131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/555157417210741131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/2010/01/ive-posted-my-old-writing-on-here-from.html' title=''/><author><name>about a girl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769986734412600324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7nbPqfk7W5s/SJc6OuD5auI/AAAAAAAAAJM/c-PW__Vnd8w/S220/l_8a3be01685e80d542e30af34ecb27fc3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526035169874745867.post-5005533692255998236</id><published>2010-01-18T13:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T13:17:44.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nowhere, Illinois</title><content type='html'>On the drive home I battled it out and won against myself, the winning side decided the odds were stacked against us but god dammit I'll fight for you.&lt;br /&gt;I've never met such a labrynth of a mind I've wanted to get lost in.&lt;br /&gt;I've never had anyone so enticing, so captivating, so intriguing in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;I've only ever wanted to touch, I've never wanted to feel a mind mold to my hands as much as I want yours.&lt;br /&gt;You talk about the world and the heavens and it's philosophies of feeling so small, but you darling are the one who makes me feel miniscule.&lt;br /&gt;I'm terrified that you make me want to spend forever with you. No one has ever done that to me.&lt;br /&gt;A second chance or love forlorn?&lt;br /&gt;A shoulder that's cold or a hand that's warm?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526035169874745867-5005533692255998236?l=acarcrashheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5005533692255998236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=526035169874745867&amp;postID=5005533692255998236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/5005533692255998236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/5005533692255998236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/2010/01/nowhere-illinois.html' title='Nowhere, Illinois'/><author><name>about a girl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769986734412600324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7nbPqfk7W5s/SJc6OuD5auI/AAAAAAAAAJM/c-PW__Vnd8w/S220/l_8a3be01685e80d542e30af34ecb27fc3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526035169874745867.post-432103758332117439</id><published>2010-01-18T13:16:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T13:16:59.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crystal Castles</title><content type='html'>The girls who could love you are locked away in their hidden castle towers,&lt;br /&gt; aquiring knowledge far beyond life, in no need of saving. &lt;br /&gt;No distress but damsels nonetheless. &lt;br /&gt;While the girls who dig your graves are out building up the strength to carry all that dirt, &lt;br /&gt;the girls who deserve the love patiently wait and hold our breath.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526035169874745867-432103758332117439?l=acarcrashheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/feeds/432103758332117439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=526035169874745867&amp;postID=432103758332117439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/432103758332117439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/432103758332117439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/2010/01/crystal-castles.html' title='Crystal Castles'/><author><name>about a girl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769986734412600324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7nbPqfk7W5s/SJc6OuD5auI/AAAAAAAAAJM/c-PW__Vnd8w/S220/l_8a3be01685e80d542e30af34ecb27fc3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526035169874745867.post-7493176898751174730</id><published>2010-01-18T13:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T13:16:26.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1's and 0's</title><content type='html'>I believe that you feel the same fore me because of the way we laugh together, the way we dance, the childish things we do because we can, the way you touch my face, the way we wrap ourselves around one another. It has nothing to do with the ideogrammatic alphabets that pop up on a crystalized electronic screen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526035169874745867-7493176898751174730?l=acarcrashheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7493176898751174730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=526035169874745867&amp;postID=7493176898751174730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/7493176898751174730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/7493176898751174730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/2010/01/1s-and-0s.html' title='1&apos;s and 0&apos;s'/><author><name>about a girl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769986734412600324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7nbPqfk7W5s/SJc6OuD5auI/AAAAAAAAAJM/c-PW__Vnd8w/S220/l_8a3be01685e80d542e30af34ecb27fc3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526035169874745867.post-5340237950226749769</id><published>2010-01-18T13:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T13:16:03.664-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You, yes you. Need to stop being so adorable</title><content type='html'>"Let me silhouette your body with my fingertips, and write soft letters on the small of your back with burning hands, and when the sentences span your entire frame ill take a step back and sigh affectionately before I start punctuating all the sentences rolling across your soul with  kisses."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526035169874745867-5340237950226749769?l=acarcrashheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5340237950226749769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=526035169874745867&amp;postID=5340237950226749769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/5340237950226749769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/5340237950226749769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/2010/01/you-yes-you-need-to-stop-being-so.html' title='You, yes you. Need to stop being so adorable'/><author><name>about a girl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769986734412600324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7nbPqfk7W5s/SJc6OuD5auI/AAAAAAAAAJM/c-PW__Vnd8w/S220/l_8a3be01685e80d542e30af34ecb27fc3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526035169874745867.post-7147943169868218162</id><published>2010-01-18T13:14:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T13:15:28.812-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ovid</title><content type='html'>You're caught between two run away trains&lt;br /&gt;She's beautiful and volitale&lt;br /&gt;And I'm just a wreck&lt;br /&gt;Oh and the wreck falls for the mind!&lt;br /&gt;I fall for anyone who entices my mind, sends me off spinning into an oblivion of mind fuck&lt;br /&gt;Ah! And there is my answer all in one! Equally as it spills off the page as it reels in my mind&lt;br /&gt;Any boy who captures my mind, in turn captures my soul, gets me wrapped entirely and lays me down into a pit of hurt&lt;br /&gt;From one heart break to the next with a cracking of a new cavern of my mind in between&lt;br /&gt;The shipwreck of my mind&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526035169874745867-7147943169868218162?l=acarcrashheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7147943169868218162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=526035169874745867&amp;postID=7147943169868218162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/7147943169868218162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/7147943169868218162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/2010/01/ovid.html' title='Ovid'/><author><name>about a girl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769986734412600324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7nbPqfk7W5s/SJc6OuD5auI/AAAAAAAAAJM/c-PW__Vnd8w/S220/l_8a3be01685e80d542e30af34ecb27fc3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526035169874745867.post-2075450745464023658</id><published>2010-01-18T13:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T13:14:15.881-08:00</updated><title type='text'>122910</title><content type='html'>You're so proud of me and hold me under a beacon&lt;br /&gt;And it swings and splits into two&lt;br /&gt;those headlights and snow banks have never looked so tempting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526035169874745867-2075450745464023658?l=acarcrashheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2075450745464023658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=526035169874745867&amp;postID=2075450745464023658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/2075450745464023658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/2075450745464023658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/2010/01/122910.html' title='122910'/><author><name>about a girl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769986734412600324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7nbPqfk7W5s/SJc6OuD5auI/AAAAAAAAAJM/c-PW__Vnd8w/S220/l_8a3be01685e80d542e30af34ecb27fc3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526035169874745867.post-4456408111653667234</id><published>2009-12-07T21:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T21:44:22.099-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I won't let you ruin the music for me</title><content type='html'>I won’t let you ruin the music for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palahniuk and Mr. AZ go hand in hand on this one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can’t I sweep the cold spring nights aside in my mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beaches and Bastards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could count the times my head has taken me back to that first night spent in the dark with unfamiliar notes in my ear, like a record, I’m skipping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now that track in our symphony has been so overplayed, it is worn and cracking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darling, Monroe is in my name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rainy days and the harle[quin/m] curse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times did I drive that same street begging for you into the early hours of sunrise?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things of modern fairy tales&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i fell so hard to the soundtrack you created for us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurt so badly and I hardly ever said a word to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting next to waterfalls matching my summer red eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babe, we all fall in love with letters T and X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Texas-kings and queens[you’re so lost in the scene]- hold’em&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my story book takes place in parking lots and shopping malls,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no castles or enchated forests here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish i could run but your face is so broadcasted I can’t&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now after dragging me along you reappear enough to make me question wha was and then like my car into the sunset and you into dark rooms, you vanish&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526035169874745867-4456408111653667234?l=acarcrashheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4456408111653667234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=526035169874745867&amp;postID=4456408111653667234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/4456408111653667234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/4456408111653667234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-wont-let-you-ruin-music-for-me.html' title='I won&apos;t let you ruin the music for me'/><author><name>about a girl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769986734412600324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7nbPqfk7W5s/SJc6OuD5auI/AAAAAAAAAJM/c-PW__Vnd8w/S220/l_8a3be01685e80d542e30af34ecb27fc3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526035169874745867.post-4766906821866278358</id><published>2009-12-05T02:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T00:15:30.029-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TikTok</title><content type='html'>The clock pulses, counting down every beat until were done&lt;br /&gt;Even the man on the moon sang along to our symphonies&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting over the fact that youre just over me and no matter what I say that's always where you'll stand&lt;br /&gt;I know this is for the best for the real boy full of heart who loves me back home.&lt;br /&gt;That little glass heart of yours that you so proudly protect, yeah, I see straight through it.&lt;br /&gt;Like glitter in the gutter and rain on cinders&lt;br /&gt;Like sweating it out in the middle of winter&lt;br /&gt;My mind is stuck in a discordant rut&lt;br /&gt;Hanging on heart strings i'm desperate to cut&lt;br /&gt;You broke my heart in two&lt;br /&gt;I'd still do anything for you&lt;br /&gt;I'll love you while you sleep&lt;br /&gt;And like you when you wake&lt;br /&gt;But I'll keep coming back to you&lt;br /&gt;And deny your gift of heartbreak&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526035169874745867-4766906821866278358?l=acarcrashheart.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7nbPqfk7W5s/SJc6OuD5auI/AAAAAAAAAJM/c-PW__Vnd8w/S220/l_8a3be01685e80d542e30af34ecb27fc3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526035169874745867.post-382354138944273449</id><published>2009-12-05T02:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T00:13:55.477-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DeeZee</title><content type='html'>Can you feel this, sweet D?&lt;br /&gt;I'm touching you but I'm not sure where you are or if you can feel it under all those facades, faces and fronts&lt;br /&gt;I wish you couldve seen the way I looked at you but you were too busy staring at the mirror&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you. Underneath all that product, the one you're selling yourself as, and the stuff on and in your head&lt;br /&gt;Underneath the label, the one you've plastered to youself and your albums are(n't) on&lt;br /&gt;Underneath the clothes that really aren't you&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere underneath all that is the one I fell for&lt;br /&gt;Just you&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder if you had a life before you were a b(r)and&lt;br /&gt;Because only once have I heard a story from when you were young or before this scene were both freeze framed in consumed you&lt;br /&gt;It's a shame you never made your wu to my bed&lt;br /&gt;I've still got it turned down for you&lt;br /&gt;But past the point of wanting anything but to tuck you in.&lt;br /&gt;Can you feel this, stupid D?&lt;br /&gt;Yes it's me, trying to get through to you, underneath it all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526035169874745867-382354138944273449?l=acarcrashheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/feeds/382354138944273449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=526035169874745867&amp;postID=382354138944273449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/382354138944273449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/382354138944273449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/2009/12/deezee.html' title='DeeZee'/><author><name>about a girl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769986734412600324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7nbPqfk7W5s/SJc6OuD5auI/AAAAAAAAAJM/c-PW__Vnd8w/S220/l_8a3be01685e80d542e30af34ecb27fc3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526035169874745867.post-1919816580268918029</id><published>2009-12-04T22:47:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T00:04:12.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Karma Darling &lt;3</title><content type='html'>Here is our youth&lt;br /&gt;Settling into old bones and our wisdom is sinking into the crevaces of the creases that we dont have yet, only wish we did.&lt;br /&gt;Feel that age sinking in&lt;br /&gt;With every draw of smoke and pill popped&lt;br /&gt;I'm still listening to Brand New, I never liked them but closed my eyes and lulled away to them so that we fell asleep to the same notes&lt;br /&gt;I stopped feeding that impulse though&lt;br /&gt;Return me to pawn, just like a chess board&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll stop getting played if I'm&lt;br /&gt;Surrounded by knights and queens.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll stop getting walked on if I'm made of brick and not dirt &lt;br /&gt;Like the path that surrounded the lake we walked around.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you'll stop hurting me if I become the nurse who fixes you when your hearts broken&lt;br /&gt;Oh my young dear your heart can spring back, maybe not, you've got a few years on us&lt;br /&gt;That will teach you to mess with girls like us&lt;br /&gt;We bend and never break and we'll move onto the next music making youth filled charismatic boy&lt;br /&gt;While youll stay stuck on us and chistle us into eternal concrete of a song&lt;br /&gt;But you're the one who begged for material&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526035169874745867-1919816580268918029?l=acarcrashheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1919816580268918029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=526035169874745867&amp;postID=1919816580268918029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/1919816580268918029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/1919816580268918029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/2009/12/karma-darling-3.html' title='Karma Darling &lt;3'/><author><name>about a girl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769986734412600324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7nbPqfk7W5s/SJc6OuD5auI/AAAAAAAAAJM/c-PW__Vnd8w/S220/l_8a3be01685e80d542e30af34ecb27fc3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526035169874745867.post-3811960887348966617</id><published>2009-12-04T22:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T00:05:53.455-08:00</updated><title type='text'>whatgoesaroundcomesaround</title><content type='html'>My young mind never understood that a heart could treat another in such a way that caused so much pain&lt;br /&gt;I want to rip up my mental notes and watch them set ablaze in my heart burn&lt;br /&gt;"I wouldn't have done that to you"&lt;br /&gt;Why didn't you heed my W(k)AR(ma)ning?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526035169874745867-3811960887348966617?l=acarcrashheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3811960887348966617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=526035169874745867&amp;postID=3811960887348966617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/3811960887348966617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/3811960887348966617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/2009/12/whatgoesaroundcomesaround.html' title='whatgoesaroundcomesaround'/><author><name>about a girl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769986734412600324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7nbPqfk7W5s/SJc6OuD5auI/AAAAAAAAAJM/c-PW__Vnd8w/S220/l_8a3be01685e80d542e30af34ecb27fc3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526035169874745867.post-7682918575464210760</id><published>2009-12-04T22:46:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T00:07:33.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>blue eyes if the storm</title><content type='html'>I'm finally facing these tears that have been backed up in my soar eyes for months&lt;br /&gt;I've been stopped up&lt;br /&gt;My mind is spinning tonight and there is no stopping it like the force of the hurricane you turned my life into&lt;br /&gt;I sat and stared at the blue eyes of the storm and now when it broke down and looks just as sad as me, I feel empathy.&lt;br /&gt;I feel empathy for something who took my world and built it up and tore it down&lt;br /&gt;I just looked in the eyes of the jaded gypsy, she pulled me in close and whispered in my ear "you're not the first, you won't be the last, you're just the next to get sucked in"&lt;br /&gt;I broke her looking glass that day&lt;br /&gt;I knew she was wrong she came from the north, she came from the south and she came from the west. And I was between her.&lt;br /&gt;She got sucked into that huricane too. She fought back and waged the war I wished I had&lt;br /&gt;Oh the hurricane. We marvel in it's natural beauty and mystery and we marvel and wonder how it could happen&lt;br /&gt;Then we run in fear, when we realize what it's about to do&lt;br /&gt;Then we hide while it ruins everything around us and takes our possessions and shatters everything we know&lt;br /&gt;Then after in wreckage we are empty&lt;br /&gt;But who in their right mind empathizes the huricane?&lt;br /&gt;Why am I empathizing the hurricane&lt;br /&gt;IT RUINED EVERYTHING&lt;br /&gt;it was the source of every single one of my problelms and proved to me that I was too weak to stand against it's winds&lt;br /&gt;And now I feel bad that it's winds have died down&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526035169874745867-7682918575464210760?l=acarcrashheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7682918575464210760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=526035169874745867&amp;postID=7682918575464210760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/7682918575464210760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/7682918575464210760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/2009/12/blue-eyes-if-storm.html' title='blue eyes if the storm'/><author><name>about a girl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769986734412600324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7nbPqfk7W5s/SJc6OuD5auI/AAAAAAAAAJM/c-PW__Vnd8w/S220/l_8a3be01685e80d542e30af34ecb27fc3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526035169874745867.post-7353418015055683671</id><published>2009-12-04T22:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T00:07:59.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taylor Jean Norma Jean Marilyn Monroe</title><content type='html'>I am tired of my bed posts merely being the knobs to reveolving doors&lt;br /&gt;Are my sheets so inviting as to welcome the masses? My heart cannot put up bars against my actions.&lt;br /&gt;The more notches made with this knife, the more my heart is carved hallow with the same&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526035169874745867-7353418015055683671?l=acarcrashheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7353418015055683671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=526035169874745867&amp;postID=7353418015055683671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/7353418015055683671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/7353418015055683671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/2009/12/taylor-jean-norma-jean-marilyn-monroe.html' title='Taylor Jean Norma Jean Marilyn Monroe'/><author><name>about a girl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769986734412600324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7nbPqfk7W5s/SJc6OuD5auI/AAAAAAAAAJM/c-PW__Vnd8w/S220/l_8a3be01685e80d542e30af34ecb27fc3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526035169874745867.post-6388150415231860905</id><published>2009-12-04T22:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T22:46:02.934-08:00</updated><title type='text'>aDdiCtion</title><content type='html'>I'm writing just to get back in this tick tock flip flop pattern&lt;br /&gt;Oh my hearts been skipping beats since you left&lt;br /&gt;My blood has just stopped short of ventricles&lt;br /&gt;But now I got shot up with a few ounces of karma&lt;br /&gt;In a nice sharp siringe that stung on the way in&lt;br /&gt;My blood and the luck that runs through it has come full circle&lt;br /&gt;Oh there you are blood. Rushing to my head and making my cheecks a shade darker&lt;br /&gt;I feel you pumping through my veins again. Doesn't make sense that you say so cold and dull through the warm summer months&lt;br /&gt;And now youre kick starting my part again in the fall as everything is dying around me&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't make sense&lt;br /&gt;Why am I coming alive when nothing else around me is?&lt;br /&gt;Stiching up rips that are years old&lt;br /&gt;Oh I've missed you fall. The red leaves the bit of the chill in the air&lt;br /&gt;It's almost like it's warning me&lt;br /&gt;But can't say I didn't warn you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526035169874745867-6388150415231860905?l=acarcrashheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6388150415231860905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=526035169874745867&amp;postID=6388150415231860905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/6388150415231860905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/6388150415231860905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/2009/12/addiction.html' title='aDdiCtion'/><author><name>about a girl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769986734412600324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7nbPqfk7W5s/SJc6OuD5auI/AAAAAAAAAJM/c-PW__Vnd8w/S220/l_8a3be01685e80d542e30af34ecb27fc3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526035169874745867.post-2361362542380831731</id><published>2009-12-04T22:44:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T22:45:11.555-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Left, Right, Left, Left Right Left</title><content type='html'>Straighten my spine&lt;br /&gt;I need to realign&lt;br /&gt;Staighten up&lt;br /&gt;And Step in time&lt;br /&gt;My heads in the mode&lt;br /&gt;Of military code&lt;br /&gt;Dots and dash&lt;br /&gt;Lock and load&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526035169874745867-2361362542380831731?l=acarcrashheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2361362542380831731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=526035169874745867&amp;postID=2361362542380831731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/2361362542380831731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/2361362542380831731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/2009/12/left-right-left-left-right-left.html' title='Left, Right, Left, Left Right Left'/><author><name>about a girl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769986734412600324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7nbPqfk7W5s/SJc6OuD5auI/AAAAAAAAAJM/c-PW__Vnd8w/S220/l_8a3be01685e80d542e30af34ecb27fc3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526035169874745867.post-3062062214724303909</id><published>2009-12-04T22:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T22:42:32.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disaster</title><content type='html'>You know me, I like a challenge. &lt;br /&gt;The only reason he keeps coming back to me is because he has met his match, &lt;br /&gt;I play the game along with him, &lt;br /&gt;and play the untouchable game so he keeps coming back. &lt;br /&gt;That's what all guys really want.  &lt;br /&gt;I'm no seductress,&lt;br /&gt;I've Just got the game game down. &lt;br /&gt;It's a great lesson to learn,&lt;br /&gt;To have the boys in the palm of you hand even when they think the roles are reversed&lt;br /&gt;Girls always win, girls always break hearts. &lt;br /&gt;Boys give us temporary heartbreak, but a girl can scar a boy forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526035169874745867-3062062214724303909?l=acarcrashheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3062062214724303909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=526035169874745867&amp;postID=3062062214724303909' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/3062062214724303909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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haven't been for a very long time.&lt;br /&gt;But I still think of the summer nights and the sleepy fall days we shared.&lt;br /&gt;My heart still misses you.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you do two...&lt;br /&gt;plus&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;br /&gt;=4never.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526035169874745867-8398654782699163720?l=acarcrashheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8398654782699163720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=526035169874745867&amp;postID=8398654782699163720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/8398654782699163720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/8398654782699163720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-know-you-see-me.html' title='I know you see me'/><author><name>about a girl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769986734412600324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7nbPqfk7W5s/SJc6OuD5auI/AAAAAAAAAJM/c-PW__Vnd8w/S220/l_8a3be01685e80d542e30af34ecb27fc3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526035169874745867.post-4407104384867019971</id><published>2009-09-28T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T14:31:13.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bu-Zee</title><content type='html'>This is a rant in advance:&lt;br /&gt;Well my lord its been a long time since I've written on ehre. I've taken to writing on &lt;a href="http://acarcrasheart.tumblr.com"&gt;TUMBLR&lt;/a&gt; more.&lt;br /&gt;But everyone reads those posts everyday, and this is a bit more hidden and seeing as I no long have my notebook with me I can't exactly write in any old place. &lt;br /&gt;So here I am, back at the beginning, September 28th 2009.&lt;br /&gt;I moved to Lincoln Park, and I love it, but why do I keep questioning my decision to live here?&lt;br /&gt;Should I have moved across country? To another coast? Where I didn't know anyone? TO reinvent myself to fit in? To run away from everyone that had caused me heart break in the past few months? Would the right decision to be to run?&lt;br /&gt;I run into so many questions, so many unanswered questions that is. &lt;br /&gt;I am so full of doubt lately, and in all honesty, I am not sure where my stability of happiness lies.&lt;br /&gt;I was worse this summer after being left in the dirt by the two most important people in my life, but I am over that now.&lt;br /&gt;So where does that leave me?&lt;br /&gt;I need to find my place, and get into the swing of things.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be more than I am, I want to be better than ever.&lt;br /&gt;"I need people with edge, risk.. people who know how to live.. how to love.. a true friend. a true love." HB&lt;br /&gt;I need someone who captivates me, and encourages me to get up and get out when all I feel like doing is falling asleep.&lt;br /&gt;I've lost my must to write new lines and capture new ambiances.&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention my faith in love has been unsteady lately.&lt;br /&gt;See, I love a boy.&lt;br /&gt;[who doesn't]&lt;br /&gt;A boy who has chosen to tell me he loves me back, but won't do anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;Well, this just leaves me in a grey area.&lt;br /&gt;I've come to a conclusion over such:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; I don't wait for anyone, ever&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meaning i will not wait for him to say he is ready for me to be a part of his life. I will continue to do what I want until I am ready,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; I am nobody's convenience&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you shouldn't be either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to write.&lt;br /&gt;I just want to be more.&lt;br /&gt;I just want to be smarter.&lt;br /&gt;I just want to be somebody.&lt;br /&gt;I just want to stop missing you.&lt;br /&gt;I just want to be a better person.&lt;br /&gt;I just want to be the best for once.&lt;br /&gt;I just want to be happier than I am.&lt;br /&gt;I just want to be a better friend.&lt;br /&gt;I just want to turn off my mind.&lt;br /&gt;I just want to shut my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;I just want to be accepted.&lt;br /&gt;I just want to be certain.&lt;br /&gt;I just want to be happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526035169874745867-4407104384867019971?l=acarcrashheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4407104384867019971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=526035169874745867&amp;postID=4407104384867019971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/4407104384867019971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/4407104384867019971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/2009/09/bu-zee.html' title='Bu-Zee'/><author><name>about a girl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769986734412600324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7nbPqfk7W5s/SJc6OuD5auI/AAAAAAAAAJM/c-PW__Vnd8w/S220/l_8a3be01685e80d542e30af34ecb27fc3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526035169874745867.post-7524879773649331853</id><published>2009-06-10T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T01:46:47.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To be honest.</title><content type='html'>There's.&lt;br /&gt;Someone.&lt;br /&gt;Else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.Px14= i'm a bit in the dark.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526035169874745867-7524879773649331853?l=acarcrashheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7524879773649331853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=526035169874745867&amp;postID=7524879773649331853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/7524879773649331853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/7524879773649331853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/2009/06/to-be-honest.html' title='To be honest.'/><author><name>about a girl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769986734412600324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7nbPqfk7W5s/SJc6OuD5auI/AAAAAAAAAJM/c-PW__Vnd8w/S220/l_8a3be01685e80d542e30af34ecb27fc3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526035169874745867.post-3173133852134431330</id><published>2009-05-02T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T10:45:09.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Espirit d'Escalier</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7nbPqfk7W5s/SfyGEmX6r_I/AAAAAAAAAcg/GVyn2uV0mOA/s1600-h/UmF0vGudImq30ahxOox7mXzRo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7nbPqfk7W5s/SfyGEmX6r_I/AAAAAAAAAcg/GVyn2uV0mOA/s400/UmF0vGudImq30ahxOox7mXzRo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331283472478285810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear blogspot,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to delete you now. But i can't. I'd redirect you to my tumblr except for the fact that it might just be my last little box tied up in ribbons to keep secrets. yeah, there will be no redirecting there. I hope you know these aren't about you anymore. Blue&gt; Green. Waterfalls and shopping malls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our love is 2 lonely cars in a empty parking lot at 2 in the morning. Shut your mouth, stop talking. Tie me to one of those cold lamp posts because I’m not allowed to touch you. Were under polluted city star light and I’m trembling. I have to remember to breathe and take you in, living this moment and everything you are aroud me. You are everyone elses business and I’m a nobody offering my nothing that I have. The way I look at you, oh, please read it, please see my heart on my sleeve and see that I’d do anything for you. Please read my look that says “I’m worth it and I deserve you”im down to the quick over you. So quick to fall for this fatal attraction. Well this attraction just met her match. Now that &lt;b&gt;we share secrets with the world&lt;/b&gt; and I’m only in tow, I can take stock of what it feels like to walk into a room and cause a chorus, the choir often wonders the same thing about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.P.x4= unrequited.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526035169874745867-3173133852134431330?l=acarcrashheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3173133852134431330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=526035169874745867&amp;postID=3173133852134431330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/3173133852134431330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526035169874745867.post-648632694295943857</id><published>2009-04-30T15:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T15:48:02.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10/13</title><content type='html'>Product of their sanity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spitfire in my chest and a hole where my heart used to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the days come back slowly sometimes when you don’t need them to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and fall like waves upon sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no sugar coating on these words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no sweetness in it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet so tasteful it lingers on my taste buds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that sweet smoke is hibernating in my lungs relaxing every nerve wrapped around these shaking hands&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526035169874745867-648632694295943857?l=acarcrashheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/feeds/648632694295943857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=526035169874745867&amp;postID=648632694295943857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/648632694295943857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/648632694295943857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/2009/04/1013.html' title='10/13'/><author><name>about a girl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769986734412600324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7nbPqfk7W5s/SJc6OuD5auI/AAAAAAAAAJM/c-PW__Vnd8w/S220/l_8a3be01685e80d542e30af34ecb27fc3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526035169874745867.post-561989878406084387</id><published>2009-04-30T15:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T15:46:15.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'>$20</title><content type='html'>what makes you so special dear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m just wondering and clamoring to muster an answer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey, by the way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know i found my place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And confidence too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With it came karma and what i truly deserved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that i found my light in distant eyes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course not, you never ask&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but thats alright, ill keep my small victories to myself&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526035169874745867-561989878406084387?l=acarcrashheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/feeds/561989878406084387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=526035169874745867&amp;postID=561989878406084387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/561989878406084387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/561989878406084387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/2009/04/20.html' title='$20'/><author><name>about a girl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769986734412600324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7nbPqfk7W5s/SJc6OuD5auI/AAAAAAAAAJM/c-PW__Vnd8w/S220/l_8a3be01685e80d542e30af34ecb27fc3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526035169874745867.post-4332591235365823511</id><published>2009-04-30T15:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T15:45:04.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hearts On Ice</title><content type='html'>too quick to say sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to fast to forgive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i want is for the world to love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when everything i do for it says “i hate you”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why did this winter get so cold on me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though i’m cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i’ll still love you when were scraping change together to pay in pennies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;counting them out on the counter for the world to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope they tell us keep your coins and show me change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because the change that will be made is that no matter how cold i get&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my smile will still melt the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yours will be the only one that can melt my cold heart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526035169874745867-4332591235365823511?l=acarcrashheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4332591235365823511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=526035169874745867&amp;postID=4332591235365823511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/4332591235365823511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/4332591235365823511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/2009/04/hearts-on-ice.html' title='Hearts On Ice'/><author><name>about a girl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769986734412600324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7nbPqfk7W5s/SJc6OuD5auI/AAAAAAAAAJM/c-PW__Vnd8w/S220/l_8a3be01685e80d542e30af34ecb27fc3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526035169874745867.post-3412437662712387943</id><published>2009-04-30T15:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T15:43:56.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Will I?</title><content type='html'>amoun​t to somet​hing one day?&lt;br /&gt;will i do somet​hing great​?​&lt;br /&gt;will i matte​r to someo​ne?​&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these​ are the types​ of thing​s i ponde​r&lt;br /&gt;along​ with the rest of today​s youth​&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;were not all wasti​ng space​ like they say&lt;br /&gt;…i mean,​ we can’​t be.​.​.​ a life can’​t be a waste​.​.​.​right​&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526035169874745867-3412437662712387943?l=acarcrashheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3412437662712387943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=526035169874745867&amp;postID=3412437662712387943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/3412437662712387943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/3412437662712387943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/2009/04/will-i.html' title='Will I?'/><author><name>about a girl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769986734412600324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7nbPqfk7W5s/SJc6OuD5auI/AAAAAAAAAJM/c-PW__Vnd8w/S220/l_8a3be01685e80d542e30af34ecb27fc3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526035169874745867.post-3746963440723966214</id><published>2009-04-30T15:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T15:40:08.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>renegotiate</title><content type='html'>The first day I looked up into your baby blues when you dropped your celebrity, I had no idea what was across that ocean I started to sail in that moment. When your warm hand touched mine to thank me I had no idea I was shaking hands with my match. Miss Fatal Attraction, meet Mr. Sweetly Cunning, ‘til death do you intertwine as long as you both shall sway. Who knew that hand could cause such shock waves. You’ve always been just around the corner and 5 years ahead and i’ve been watching you through one way glass for some time now, plotting revenge of the hips. I had no idea it would actually happen. Call it chance and a change of events but something in the cosmos wanted Miss fatal attraction to meet her match-stick a thermometer in my mouth and I’m burning up like the fire it ignites, burning up and away into the stars. They just wanted to see how we’d stack up, to see how long we’d last, to see just how long it took and how many people we’d go through before we finally ended up together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526035169874745867-3746963440723966214?l=acarcrashheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3746963440723966214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=526035169874745867&amp;postID=3746963440723966214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/3746963440723966214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/3746963440723966214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/2009/04/renegotiate.html' title='renegotiate'/><author><name>about a girl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769986734412600324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7nbPqfk7W5s/SJc6OuD5auI/AAAAAAAAAJM/c-PW__Vnd8w/S220/l_8a3be01685e80d542e30af34ecb27fc3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526035169874745867.post-3555845670170211832</id><published>2009-04-30T15:39:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T15:39:55.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you're a sly one, mr. drench</title><content type='html'>somewhere far back in my memory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i’m on a tire swing back on that old hickory tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with the tan house in front &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and your guiding hands push me through the air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who was i to take stock in this memory, who was i to know whats fair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was young you were my angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking after me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now looking back at all this i still cry when i hear a mother say sweet pea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i grew older, i shook hands with a monster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who claimed you as his own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then when the red blurring lights whirred away &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they took you and left me all alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and its sad to feel the hatred that i have against this fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but its this very war i wage that will some day take your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and its sad i have to build up to this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and say my goodbyes now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but this hesitation to bring the words to lips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but its as much emotion as i can stand to allow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526035169874745867-3555845670170211832?l=acarcrashheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3555845670170211832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=526035169874745867&amp;postID=3555845670170211832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/3555845670170211832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/3555845670170211832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/2009/04/youre-sly-one-mr-drench.html' title='you&apos;re a sly one, mr. drench'/><author><name>about a girl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769986734412600324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7nbPqfk7W5s/SJc6OuD5auI/AAAAAAAAAJM/c-PW__Vnd8w/S220/l_8a3be01685e80d542e30af34ecb27fc3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526035169874745867.post-301137718152114651</id><published>2009-04-30T15:39:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T15:39:33.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Name Drop- Jason Mraz, Plane</title><content type='html'>You honestly don’t understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got so lost within a melody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just sitting on clouds, i take that back, my head was the only thing in it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you were there too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i so badly want to write down every move we make&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it is so hard to admit we just don’t fit the way i’ve seen it done&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526035169874745867-301137718152114651?l=acarcrashheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/feeds/301137718152114651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=526035169874745867&amp;postID=301137718152114651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/301137718152114651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/301137718152114651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/2009/04/name-drop-jason-mraz-plane.html' title='Name Drop- Jason Mraz, Plane'/><author><name>about a girl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769986734412600324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7nbPqfk7W5s/SJc6OuD5auI/AAAAAAAAAJM/c-PW__Vnd8w/S220/l_8a3be01685e80d542e30af34ecb27fc3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526035169874745867.post-2934329721242111708</id><published>2009-04-30T15:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T15:39:08.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Screaming</title><content type='html'>When people get mad and say horrible things to each other and they yell and that’s it. After the explosion and all the horrible things said, most times they will talk it out, take it back and sat they didn’t mean it. But that’s the thing, at one point they did mean it from somewhere inside of them, so why take what is finally off your chest back? The words are out there, just own them already&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526035169874745867-2934329721242111708?l=acarcrashheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2934329721242111708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=526035169874745867&amp;postID=2934329721242111708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/2934329721242111708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/2934329721242111708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/2009/04/screaming.html' title='Screaming'/><author><name>about a girl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769986734412600324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7nbPqfk7W5s/SJc6OuD5auI/AAAAAAAAAJM/c-PW__Vnd8w/S220/l_8a3be01685e80d542e30af34ecb27fc3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526035169874745867.post-5619662501641699687</id><published>2009-04-30T15:38:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T15:38:54.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kidnap ransom- for all its worth</title><content type='html'>I thought it might be easier this way if I just left unbeknownst by you, slipping out the side door to be undetected. But this is the way you go out, like a flame in a lighter. I watch you burn. Just as quckly off as on. I’m sorry I betrayed my conscious (just because it is doesn’t mean it should be) but this time when l looked in your eyes I didn’t see you anymore. Don’t worry darling, Your my next issued apology. These ashes in my lap look a bit like how we’ll end. So on this long lonely drive home I’ll let the ashes sift through my fingers out the window into the cold night, just like my thoughts about you. Into the darkess in a place I’ll never return. I’m sorry you loved me, but you know I hit the ground running. Maverick mind and harlequin dreams. You can’t tie me down, I’m already so far out into that horizon you lost me where the sky meets the pavement. Maybe it was my eyes you got lost in and I was the one you couldn’t see anymore. criscross, the love was lost, I’m gone baby gone as I usher in our loves swan song&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526035169874745867-5619662501641699687?l=acarcrashheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5619662501641699687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=526035169874745867&amp;postID=5619662501641699687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/5619662501641699687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/5619662501641699687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/2009/04/kidnap-ransom-for-all-its-worth.html' title='kidnap ransom- for all its worth'/><author><name>about a girl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769986734412600324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7nbPqfk7W5s/SJc6OuD5auI/AAAAAAAAAJM/c-PW__Vnd8w/S220/l_8a3be01685e80d542e30af34ecb27fc3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526035169874745867.post-2196162953835802962</id><published>2009-04-30T15:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T15:38:37.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>scars and stripes</title><content type='html'>A coil just unwound in me and it’s not like I have this need to go amymore, but a desperate want because it is what others have. Accuse me of envy, and I’ll say not of feeling but being. Everyone tells me it will be ok and we’ll get through, like they think at somepoint I’ll stop living or something, like this lively body will wear down with the force of age before my time. Your pity is only for show anyway. Don’t look at me like you’re sorry and don’t say that phrase that is engraved in my bones, all these words instilled in my skeleton for life, but I can’t complain- it is those words that made me grow and built up these joints to run and yet at the same time stand strong. Tough skin on the outside of this frame etched up with words&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526035169874745867-2196162953835802962?l=acarcrashheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2196162953835802962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=526035169874745867&amp;postID=2196162953835802962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/2196162953835802962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/2196162953835802962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/2009/04/scars-and-stripes.html' title='scars and stripes'/><author><name>about a girl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769986734412600324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7nbPqfk7W5s/SJc6OuD5auI/AAAAAAAAAJM/c-PW__Vnd8w/S220/l_8a3be01685e80d542e30af34ecb27fc3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526035169874745867.post-3176905390156325710</id><published>2009-03-04T12:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T12:39:26.012-08:00</updated><title type='text'>[[my attempt to break block]]</title><content type='html'>sun streaks through dusty air&lt;br /&gt;good morning, haven't seen you in a while&lt;br /&gt;where have you been?&lt;br /&gt;why have you just been sitting here collecting dust?&lt;br /&gt;remember those times we used to run straight through everything that was marked caution?&lt;br /&gt;those were the days&lt;br /&gt;but while i still hide behind these bars they put up&lt;br /&gt;you kept running, right on through&lt;br /&gt;with enough momentum that you knocked yourself right out of this life&lt;br /&gt;and into a new one i can't even comprehend&lt;br /&gt;while i sit here watching you break those walls&lt;br /&gt;i smolder in jealousy&lt;br /&gt;they tied ropes around it to hold it in&lt;br /&gt;and i just keep pulling them and tearing through them&lt;br /&gt;and maybe just for now thats enough for me&lt;br /&gt;while i sit&lt;br /&gt;in jealousy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526035169874745867-3176905390156325710?l=acarcrashheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3176905390156325710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=526035169874745867&amp;postID=3176905390156325710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/3176905390156325710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/3176905390156325710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-attempt-to-break-block.html' title='[[my attempt to break block]]'/><author><name>about a girl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769986734412600324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7nbPqfk7W5s/SJc6OuD5auI/AAAAAAAAAJM/c-PW__Vnd8w/S220/l_8a3be01685e80d542e30af34ecb27fc3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526035169874745867.post-6114785820685750985</id><published>2009-02-28T19:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T19:53:27.772-08:00</updated><title type='text'>seven fourty seven</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7nbPqfk7W5s/SaoGrP6oyVI/AAAAAAAAAcY/MCz-1XOtEtU/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 219px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7nbPqfk7W5s/SaoGrP6oyVI/AAAAAAAAAcY/MCz-1XOtEtU/s400/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308062450886166866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526035169874745867-6114785820685750985?l=acarcrashheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6114785820685750985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=526035169874745867&amp;postID=6114785820685750985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/6114785820685750985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/6114785820685750985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/2009/02/seven-fourty-seven.html' title='seven fourty seven'/><author><name>about a girl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769986734412600324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7nbPqfk7W5s/SJc6OuD5auI/AAAAAAAAAJM/c-PW__Vnd8w/S220/l_8a3be01685e80d542e30af34ecb27fc3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7nbPqfk7W5s/SaoGrP6oyVI/AAAAAAAAAcY/MCz-1XOtEtU/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526035169874745867.post-6494982794426155913</id><published>2009-02-25T19:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T19:03:38.398-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sparrow no more</title><content type='html'>so realizing that even though i have been given the world,&lt;br /&gt;the world that i have been given is only within their boundries, &lt;br /&gt;because its okay by them&lt;br /&gt;and i'll never be completely free&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526035169874745867-6494982794426155913?l=acarcrashheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6494982794426155913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=526035169874745867&amp;postID=6494982794426155913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/6494982794426155913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/6494982794426155913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/2009/02/sparrow-no-more.html' title='sparrow no more'/><author><name>about a 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src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7nbPqfk7W5s/SaSLfp0Dy4I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/VX854HpzhV8/s320/Photo+3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306519636865698690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not sure why &lt;br /&gt;but i've always had a fascination &lt;br /&gt;with the war in Uganda and the child soldiers there&lt;br /&gt;ever since Fall Out Boy came out with the video for "Me and You"&lt;br /&gt;and Pete Wentz got really into it&lt;br /&gt;(i know its a very lame reason but hey, it's something)&lt;br /&gt;then my friend Alex gave me the Invisible Children movie, which i later passed on,  and Jessica and I watched it &lt;br /&gt;I was captivated and just wanted to do something about it&lt;br /&gt;lately i've been thinking about how after college i want to join some kind of group and do humanities there against the war&lt;br /&gt;recently its just always in the back of my head&lt;br /&gt;i can't stop reading and thinking about it&lt;br /&gt;for the longest time i've been wanting to read something intelligent, other then teen love stories (hah)&lt;br /&gt;and could never find anything interesting&lt;br /&gt;but finally I'm interested&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[i’ve always known i’ve wanted to do something greater with my life than just live it for myself, maybe this is what i’ve been looking for, and i’m just now realizing it]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit: this ties in with not only me, but my connection with god and wanting to be something greater, and my music and how this organization has always been closely tied to it in that many musicians support this cause&lt;br /&gt;it's honestly one of my passions in life&lt;br /&gt;to go to Africa and see it and try to help it&lt;br /&gt;i've finally found some passion in my life besides music, and I'm really excited&lt;br /&gt;on april 25th i'll be doing an event with my friends&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to finally be using my life for something other than just living&lt;br /&gt;and be something for someone else&lt;br /&gt;i know who matters will be proud when i do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526035169874745867-568095527299076520?l=acarcrashheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/feeds/568095527299076520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=526035169874745867&amp;postID=568095527299076520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/568095527299076520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/568095527299076520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-heat-is-beeping.html' title='my heat is 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7nbPqfk7W5s/SJc6OuD5auI/AAAAAAAAAJM/c-PW__Vnd8w/S220/l_8a3be01685e80d542e30af34ecb27fc3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526035169874745867.post-2495490409605895799</id><published>2009-02-17T12:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T12:59:18.124-08:00</updated><title type='text'>top 25</title><content type='html'>i spent a lot of time on my top "25" things list.&lt;br /&gt;now i hate it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526035169874745867-2495490409605895799?l=acarcrashheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2495490409605895799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=526035169874745867&amp;postID=2495490409605895799' title='0 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type='html'>i &lt;br /&gt;sinned&lt;br /&gt;underneath&lt;br /&gt;religion &lt;br /&gt;and &lt;br /&gt;dreams&lt;br /&gt;in&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;place&lt;br /&gt;that&lt;br /&gt;was&lt;br /&gt;not&lt;br /&gt;my&lt;br /&gt;own&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;i&lt;br /&gt;wont&lt;br /&gt;call&lt;br /&gt;it&lt;br /&gt;home&lt;br /&gt;[[Nothing comes as easy as you.&lt;br /&gt;Can I lay in your bed all day?&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your best kept secret &lt;br /&gt;And your biggest mistake.]]&lt;br /&gt;[[Turn off the lights and turn off the shyness&lt;br /&gt;Cause all of our moves make up for the silence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;To the love, I left my conscience pressed&lt;br /&gt;Between the pages of the Bible in the drawer&lt;br /&gt;"What did it ever do for me" I say &lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, the way your makeup stains my pillowcase&lt;br /&gt;Like I'll never be the same]]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7nbPqfk7W5s/SJc6OuD5auI/AAAAAAAAAJM/c-PW__Vnd8w/S220/l_8a3be01685e80d542e30af34ecb27fc3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526035169874745867.post-580650608091792494</id><published>2009-02-15T23:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T23:52:07.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fab Times.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7nbPqfk7W5s/SZkbHsskxCI/AAAAAAAAAcI/GLvi7nCBV-4/s1600-h/Photo+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7nbPqfk7W5s/SZkbHsskxCI/AAAAAAAAAcI/GLvi7nCBV-4/s320/Photo+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303299855276622882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526035169874745867-580650608091792494?l=acarcrashheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/feeds/580650608091792494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=526035169874745867&amp;postID=580650608091792494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/580650608091792494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/580650608091792494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/2009/02/fab-times.html' title='Fab Times.'/><author><name>about a 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/&gt;I'm leaving you&lt;br /&gt;not my dreams&lt;br /&gt;dead end town&lt;br /&gt;dead end hearts&lt;br /&gt;This is it&lt;br /&gt;this is the part where&lt;br /&gt;i turn and run&lt;br /&gt;told you i'd break you&lt;br /&gt;and you know how i &lt;br /&gt;love to be right.&lt;br /&gt;Can't Win&lt;br /&gt;Can't Fight&lt;br /&gt;Can't Lose&lt;br /&gt;You.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526035169874745867-7633044494229037072?l=acarcrashheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7633044494229037072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=526035169874745867&amp;postID=7633044494229037072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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because i can't find my balance&lt;br /&gt;but all i want is you?&lt;br /&gt;forever and right now can be two very different things but &lt;br /&gt;they can also be the same&lt;br /&gt;when found in a person.&lt;br /&gt;for now, they are separate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526035169874745867-5243710744760339838?l=acarcrashheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5243710744760339838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=526035169874745867&amp;postID=5243710744760339838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/5243710744760339838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/5243710744760339838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/2009/02/two.html' title='two'/><author><name>about a girl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769986734412600324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7nbPqfk7W5s/SJc6OuD5auI/AAAAAAAAAJM/c-PW__Vnd8w/S220/l_8a3be01685e80d542e30af34ecb27fc3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526035169874745867.post-6992890895044123117</id><published>2009-02-02T12:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T13:38:26.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>50+75-200+117 things about me (REBEL!)</title><content type='html'>this should be on facebook.&lt;br /&gt;but i didnt want to be a follower.&lt;br /&gt;so i just copied alanna and put mine on blogspot.&lt;br /&gt;hah&lt;br /&gt;1) i'm going to study abroad in London in college&lt;br /&gt;2) i work merch for a band called &lt;a href="http://myspace.com/urbanites"&gt;Urbanites&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I would never ever trade any of my friends, every one of them means the world to me and i've got a part of every one of them in me&lt;br /&gt;4) i only like to eat green apples&lt;br /&gt;5) i can't believe i actually met someone this wonderful who has honestly been everything i've ever asked for and does silly things like plays hide and seek with me i can laugh with be serious with be completely stupid with and makes me macaroni. this really could be something. were making each other better. WHOA TMI&lt;br /&gt;6) everyone has a band they hold dearest to them, like they feel this weird connection with, and it might not even be your favorite, but they just mean something different to you, and mine is THE CAB&lt;br /&gt;7) all my favorite places in the world are in chicago&lt;br /&gt;8) i've milked a cow. how many people can say that&lt;br /&gt;9) i only wear one other pair of jeans that arent skinny.&lt;br /&gt;10) i want to work for AP magazine one day&lt;br /&gt;11) nike dunks are my weakness&lt;br /&gt;12) one day i'd like to put all my blogs together into a book, but thats unoriginal&lt;br /&gt;13) my biggest dream is to sing on stage&lt;br /&gt;14) my biggest fear is driving off a bridge&lt;br /&gt;15) i was named after marilyn monroe in an odd way&lt;br /&gt;16) i want several tattoos&lt;br /&gt;17) if i could marry my macbook....i would&lt;br /&gt;18) its always the people you least expect that save you&lt;br /&gt;19) i usually tell myself i dont need anyone&lt;br /&gt;20) i don't trust &lt;i&gt;anyone&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) i pretty much say i'm going to marry someone different every day.&lt;br /&gt;22) this summer i hope to go to FL, CA, TX and other places that Warped might lead me to&lt;br /&gt;23) i want to live in the northshore when i grow up with my family&lt;br /&gt;24) i plan to move out to LA for sometime in my life when im older just so i can say i have &lt;br /&gt;25) when it's summer, i am at my best&lt;br /&gt;26) warped tour day is better than christmas, birthdays, and any other occasion COMBINED&lt;br /&gt;27) i care far too much wht people think&lt;br /&gt;28) i like to dress up.if you say you like my outfit, i've done my job. funny thing is, theres only one person i DONT dress up for and that person still thinks im dressing up when i dont. HAH.&lt;br /&gt;29) i love my music, just get over it. yeah i go to lots of shows, i know. its what i do, seriously. just get over it.&lt;br /&gt;30) lonestar girls are crazy. and fabulous&lt;br /&gt;31) why stop at 25 when you can just use this to get what you wanna say out&lt;br /&gt;32) say what you want. damnit...oops.&lt;br /&gt;33) my room= my sanctuary, youre really lucky if youre granted access&lt;br /&gt;34) blah blah blah posters.&lt;br /&gt;35) i've seen over 100 bands but thats not counting multiples...especially fall out boy.&lt;br /&gt;36) i wish at 11:11&lt;br /&gt;37) i collect ticket stubs&lt;br /&gt;38) if i had a fab camera i would take it absolutely everywhere and capture everything about my life, especially my friends. so that they could see themselves through my eyes and just how beautiful they all are in different ways&lt;br /&gt;39) i have a very nasaly chicago accent. so do you. and i speak really fast, especially when im with my best friend. but we dont notice.&lt;br /&gt;40) i am obsessed with: sisky business (pretty much the business brothers in gernal) alex marshall, alex gaskarth, shaant, bryce avary, mitchell davis. i plan on marrying them all, (see, told you)...oh yeah, and hannah beth. but im not going to marry her.&lt;br /&gt;41) I DONT HAVE AN IPHONE&lt;br /&gt;42) i own far too many jac vanek bracelets. but i still want more, how embarrassing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526035169874745867-6992890895044123117?l=acarcrashheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6992890895044123117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=526035169874745867&amp;postID=6992890895044123117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>hellohelicopterareyoulistening?</title><content type='html'>why hello blogspot.&lt;br /&gt;i have not seen you in a while.&lt;br /&gt;my time has been taken up&lt;br /&gt;by a whirlwind of new things.&lt;br /&gt;im astounded really&lt;br /&gt;i am a i-dont-need-you, do-it-yourself, independent, lonely&lt;br /&gt;sort of girl&lt;br /&gt;and this all broke that&lt;br /&gt;i know its all new but honestly,&lt;br /&gt;everyone deserves what i've had these past few days&lt;br /&gt;every girl deserves to hear these things&lt;br /&gt;and see them too&lt;br /&gt;i wish it upon everyone&lt;br /&gt;worst part is, is that i feel like crying everytime i have to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;what is this change in my entire being?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my heart knew it before my head did:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;october 12th 2008&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;what you gave is mine forever&lt;br /&gt;you can't take that away&lt;br /&gt;tonight i traded hyssop and hyacinth &lt;br /&gt;for nicotine and toxic fog&lt;br /&gt;close enough to touch&lt;br /&gt;far enough to make the right decision&lt;br /&gt;woke up with my head in the stars&lt;br /&gt;and fell asleep to fiction&lt;br /&gt;i hope this isnt&lt;br /&gt;its ringing in my ears&lt;br /&gt;im giving it all to you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526035169874745867-3336054172341527408?l=acarcrashheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3336054172341527408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=526035169874745867&amp;postID=3336054172341527408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/3336054172341527408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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and i was ok&lt;br /&gt;and i knew, but things just sucked.&lt;br /&gt;He made me look for the song we had been singing together all night&lt;br /&gt;"in old new york"&lt;br /&gt;he told me it was the loneliest city ever to be in&lt;br /&gt;but we sang about it anyways&lt;br /&gt;and there i sat, still crying &lt;br /&gt;while the big band swelled&lt;br /&gt;and Frank came on in all his glory&lt;br /&gt;he begged me to sing and put his arm around me and rocked back and forth to the beat&lt;br /&gt;my father can't sing at all, but he did for me&lt;br /&gt;he smiled through the song and asked me to play it again&lt;br /&gt;and i started crying&lt;br /&gt;not because i was upset, but because of the sweetness of the situation&lt;br /&gt;and i confused the beat of the drums for foot steps&lt;br /&gt;and i stared at the door in fear&lt;br /&gt;but i realized i was okay.&lt;br /&gt;and even after the secrets had been spilled&lt;br /&gt;i sat in safety rocking to the beat of a city that was not my own&lt;br /&gt;and everything was ok&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526035169874745867-7843143831726767416?l=acarcrashheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7843143831726767416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=526035169874745867&amp;postID=7843143831726767416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/7843143831726767416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/7843143831726767416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/2009/01/these-vagabond-shoes-are-longing-to.html' title='these vagabond shoes are longing to stray'/><author><name>about a girl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769986734412600324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7nbPqfk7W5s/SJc6OuD5auI/AAAAAAAAAJM/c-PW__Vnd8w/S220/l_8a3be01685e80d542e30af34ecb27fc3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526035169874745867.post-381144151289939074</id><published>2009-01-19T20:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T20:41:18.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>burried beneath 10,000 pounds&lt;br /&gt;of secrets&lt;br /&gt;i've got a family;&lt;br /&gt;a real one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heres my motto: i dont need anyone&lt;br /&gt;and then i drove on thinking about things that make me smile&lt;br /&gt;your name came up very often&lt;br /&gt;but i don't settle remember and i;m convinced youre perfect&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526035169874745867-381144151289939074?l=acarcrashheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/feeds/381144151289939074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=526035169874745867&amp;postID=381144151289939074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/381144151289939074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/381144151289939074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/2009/01/burried-beneath-10000-pounds-of-secrets.html' title=''/><author><name>about a girl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769986734412600324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7nbPqfk7W5s/SJc6OuD5auI/AAAAAAAAAJM/c-PW__Vnd8w/S220/l_8a3be01685e80d542e30af34ecb27fc3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526035169874745867.post-3342997093835557012</id><published>2009-01-18T22:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T10:08:19.604-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>They Tell Me Leave&lt;br /&gt;and sit a suitcase in front of my feet&lt;br /&gt;little and black who knew something so harmless&lt;br /&gt;could mean so many things&lt;br /&gt;this is me turning my back on everything and walking out&lt;br /&gt;this is him turning his back and saying i'm the last one you'd expect to walk out now&lt;br /&gt;that little suitcase is as black as the bruises turn&lt;br /&gt;the color i feel after its all over&lt;br /&gt;as hard and as cold as my heart these days&lt;br /&gt;i pack up what matters&lt;br /&gt;and i look down on the things that don't&lt;br /&gt;it's this or behind bars they tell me&lt;br /&gt;aren't we all behind bars in some way or another?&lt;br /&gt;she is.&lt;br /&gt;and he is.&lt;br /&gt;and i am too.&lt;br /&gt;i've got my own way out&lt;br /&gt;and to you, you've only got each other.&lt;br /&gt;one dying and the other killing oneself &lt;br /&gt;its a long drawn out poison&lt;br /&gt;what's worse, watching you die or knowing you will sooner than you should've?&lt;br /&gt;i wonder when it happens will i look down into that grave and say&lt;br /&gt;"i want to take back the things i said about me wishing you were dead"&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'll feel that its all my fault.&lt;br /&gt;that the reason he hangs his head so low, &lt;br /&gt;the reason his feet drag the slightest bit when he steps through those doors&lt;br /&gt;was because i was born&lt;br /&gt;i'll miss your smile and your laugh &lt;br /&gt;but those memories were replaced by flashing lights and screaming sirens&lt;br /&gt;or was it my screaming that i'm hearing?&lt;br /&gt;makes no difference.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526035169874745867-3342997093835557012?l=acarcrashheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3342997093835557012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=526035169874745867&amp;postID=3342997093835557012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/3342997093835557012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526035169874745867-1854418505814099112?l=acarcrashheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1854418505814099112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=526035169874745867&amp;postID=1854418505814099112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/1854418505814099112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/1854418505814099112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/2009/01/flow.html' title='Flow.'/><author><name>about a girl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769986734412600324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7nbPqfk7W5s/SJc6OuD5auI/AAAAAAAAAJM/c-PW__Vnd8w/S220/l_8a3be01685e80d542e30af34ecb27fc3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526035169874745867.post-2800175678893117123</id><published>2009-01-10T20:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T20:10:23.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>if only love were like this:</title><content type='html'>how to say I Love You&lt;br /&gt;by Hayley Stuart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this reminds me of my friend.&lt;br /&gt;it is something she might write&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/ytscreeningroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only it were this easy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526035169874745867-2800175678893117123?l=acarcrashheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7nbPqfk7W5s/SJc6OuD5auI/AAAAAAAAAJM/c-PW__Vnd8w/S220/l_8a3be01685e80d542e30af34ecb27fc3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526035169874745867.post-6973724465817351018</id><published>2009-01-09T22:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T22:39:58.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Snow Has A Song All Its Own</title><content type='html'>it builds as it echos&lt;br /&gt;with chains to and fro aimlessly grow&lt;br /&gt;born by decembers breeze&lt;br /&gt;-remember that song?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow. i just went out and stood in the silent snow, it was beautiful&lt;br /&gt;and blissful&lt;br /&gt;and had an energy all its own&lt;br /&gt;and i never have felt more lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a known fact that i always find myself in romantic places&lt;br /&gt;by myself...&lt;br /&gt;oh well thats the beauty in being a 17 year old girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish that pure happiness&lt;br /&gt;complete peace&lt;br /&gt;would be easier to find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it comes when you need it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526035169874745867-6973724465817351018?l=acarcrashheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6973724465817351018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=526035169874745867&amp;postID=6973724465817351018' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/6973724465817351018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/6973724465817351018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/2009/01/snow-has-song-all-its-own.html' title='The Snow Has A Song All Its Own'/><author><name>about a girl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769986734412600324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7nbPqfk7W5s/SJc6OuD5auI/AAAAAAAAAJM/c-PW__Vnd8w/S220/l_8a3be01685e80d542e30af34ecb27fc3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526035169874745867.post-8166703624919681399</id><published>2009-01-09T14:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T14:31:21.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm one crazy B****</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i39.tinypic.com/2gtqh5u.jpg"&gt;he ended up burned.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I built the machine that almost destroyed me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REBLOG:&lt;br /&gt;so. about this whole LOVE business.&lt;br /&gt;lets put it this way, you dont understand what i meant&lt;br /&gt;in the sense i say, "i can't love",&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"every time she found something &lt;i&gt;or someone&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in her possession, she would either&lt;br /&gt;a) lose interest and walk away&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;b) find a reason it wouldn't work"&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;i&gt;summer boys&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to everyone who reads this, im not trying to lash out and pretend i'm right.&lt;br /&gt;i know i am not.&lt;br /&gt;i believe that in seeing my faults, i'll one day understand&lt;br /&gt;but the only way you could&lt;br /&gt;is if you were me&lt;br /&gt;because i dont even understand what goes on in my mind&lt;br /&gt;you cannot force the heart what it does not want&lt;br /&gt;it is not about love as it is more about my use of the word as substitution for "relationships"&lt;br /&gt;i could find one if i really wanted&lt;br /&gt;but i wont stop until i find exactly what i want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; never settle&lt;/I&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shouldnt even be posting this.&lt;br /&gt;im sorry if it seems like im lashing&lt;br /&gt;i just cant explain&lt;br /&gt;dont be offended&lt;br /&gt;im just speaking with my stream of conscience&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526035169874745867-8166703624919681399?l=acarcrashheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8166703624919681399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=526035169874745867&amp;postID=8166703624919681399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/8166703624919681399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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love.&lt;br /&gt;my heart is broken, and will not work.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what&lt;br /&gt;i've got walls around me, no one can reach me.&lt;br /&gt;but why cant these words break it down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;one of my favorite people ever, biggest sweetheart i know, you have one hell of a head on your shoulders, maybe i'll be that person to understand you,&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who turns that down?&lt;br /&gt;i do.&lt;br /&gt;i'm broken.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526035169874745867-5509791273557015238?l=acarcrashheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5509791273557015238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=526035169874745867&amp;postID=5509791273557015238' title='3 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type='text'>6.29</title><content type='html'>ow ow ow ow ow&lt;br /&gt;hi, im bella swan.&lt;br /&gt;i wrap my arms around myself to keep my insides from falling apart&lt;br /&gt;theres a big whole in my chest, it hurts really bad&lt;br /&gt;especially when i picture everything without you.&lt;br /&gt;i drew an X on your picture, now i feel better.&lt;br /&gt;i put all your things in a box and put an X on that too&lt;br /&gt;along with that chain i wore...so much longer than it was visible&lt;br /&gt;i'm thinking about burying it along with my love&lt;br /&gt;and putting it to rest&lt;br /&gt;maybe then like all dead things, i can forget too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526035169874745867-645130701207009257?l=acarcrashheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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girl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769986734412600324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7nbPqfk7W5s/SJc6OuD5auI/AAAAAAAAAJM/c-PW__Vnd8w/S220/l_8a3be01685e80d542e30af34ecb27fc3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526035169874745867.post-8919315965568747372</id><published>2009-01-01T21:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T21:27:49.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>deformed</title><content type='html'>so lets put it like this.&lt;br /&gt;to start: i am beginning with no structure to this&lt;br /&gt;but eventually it will fall into structure and beats and rhythms, it always does&lt;br /&gt;so talking to a friend today i realized&lt;br /&gt;that it is not a question of me finding love, or getting love&lt;br /&gt;it is a question of me taking it. &lt;br /&gt;because i cant, i cannot love.&lt;br /&gt;it is impossible&lt;br /&gt;much like the ever innocent peter pan, i cannot feel&lt;br /&gt;i worry too much about collateral  damage&lt;br /&gt;and get too caught up in things&lt;br /&gt;and care too much what others think&lt;br /&gt;and oh god, if anyone changes my perfect pattern of living, immediate nix.&lt;br /&gt;So whats the deal with Taylor.&lt;br /&gt;I wish someone had the answer because i sure as hell don't have it. &lt;br /&gt;The thing is i cannot search within someone else for the answer, i must find it within me&lt;br /&gt;But where to start?&lt;br /&gt;is it that everyone &lt;i&gt;ever&lt;/i&gt; has walked out on me or given up on me save for a select few?&lt;br /&gt;is it that i don't trust anyone in my life... really, &lt;i&gt;anyone&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. i look at this everyday to remind myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i41.tinypic.com/2cdvhug.png" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it because i dont love myself yet?&lt;br /&gt;because i have so much jealousy inside of me?&lt;br /&gt;because i am hardly stable myself and how could i find it within someone else?&lt;br /&gt;what is it?&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS IT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526035169874745867-8919315965568747372?l=acarcrashheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8919315965568747372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=526035169874745867&amp;postID=8919315965568747372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/8919315965568747372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/8919315965568747372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/2009/01/deformed.html' title='deformed'/><author><name>about a girl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769986734412600324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7nbPqfk7W5s/SJc6OuD5auI/AAAAAAAAAJM/c-PW__Vnd8w/S220/l_8a3be01685e80d542e30af34ecb27fc3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i41.tinypic.com/2cdvhug_th.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526035169874745867.post-3404277566223184632</id><published>2009-01-01T13:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T13:57:04.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009</title><content type='html'>So This Is The New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;and i dont feel any different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not going to lie and hide the fact that, i am really upset&lt;br /&gt;about the actions&lt;br /&gt;that occured&lt;br /&gt;on behalf of myself&lt;br /&gt;and everyone else around me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are some things in the world that i am only beginning to understand&lt;br /&gt;there are some things in the world i will never understand&lt;br /&gt;this is one of them.&lt;br /&gt;while someones life is taking a turn for the better&lt;br /&gt;i find myself stagnant in the same place&lt;br /&gt;unwavering unmoving&lt;br /&gt;at least if i am not learning i am teaching&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526035169874745867-3404277566223184632?l=acarcrashheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7nbPqfk7W5s/SJc6OuD5auI/AAAAAAAAAJM/c-PW__Vnd8w/S220/l_8a3be01685e80d542e30af34ecb27fc3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526035169874745867.post-7256078972949761077</id><published>2008-12-31T12:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T12:57:34.159-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Years Resolutions</title><content type='html'>1) Go To More Parties &lt;br /&gt;2) Fall In Love&lt;br /&gt;3) Appreciate More&lt;br /&gt;4) Put My Head Above Everything That Is Wrong&lt;br /&gt;5) Be More Independent&lt;br /&gt;6) Learn THis: The Things You Are Most Terrified To Do Are Often The Things That End Up Being The Most Fun&lt;br /&gt;7) Write More&lt;br /&gt;8) Establish Myself&lt;br /&gt;9) Not Loose Contact With People&lt;br /&gt;10) Be Better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Top 15 of 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) Going to my first "legit people" party&lt;br /&gt;14) The Rave AP tour&lt;br /&gt;13) Seeing FTSK @ the mall (what a fun day)&lt;br /&gt;12)The Rave for The Really Really Ridiculously Good Looking Tour &lt;br /&gt;11) The Rocket Summer Tour&lt;br /&gt;10) Fall Formal&lt;br /&gt;9) meeting the fam/ establishing the brat pack/ Establishing the &lt;a href= "http://www.myspace.com/lonestarpromo"&gt;LSGs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Getting "My Box"/ All that had to do with it&lt;br /&gt;7) Stalking.&lt;br /&gt;6) Gilson Beach&lt;br /&gt;5) THE CAB...album/show @ the rave/ show @ HOB&lt;br /&gt;4) State and Madison Coming To Fremd&lt;br /&gt;3) Getting involved in Chicago Music &lt;br /&gt;2)Warped Tour/ Warped Tour Day @ 6 Flags&lt;br /&gt;1) SUMMER 08 WITH MY BEST FRIENDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h5&gt; this is all subject to change as i remember things throughout the day&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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girl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769986734412600324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7nbPqfk7W5s/SJc6OuD5auI/AAAAAAAAAJM/c-PW__Vnd8w/S220/l_8a3be01685e80d542e30af34ecb27fc3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526035169874745867.post-8719189318708231064</id><published>2008-12-20T23:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T23:18:01.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'>heal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i41.tinypic.com/206ngjp.png" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i44.tinypic.com/wk4u1.png" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" 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face=impact&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is my anthem: &lt;i&gt;detox&lt;b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;justto&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;retox&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is my story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=yellow&gt;You can only blame your problems on the world for so long &lt;br /&gt;Before it all becomes the same old song &lt;br /&gt;As soon as we hit the hospital, I know we're gonna leave this town &lt;/font color=yellow&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im running in a circle&lt;br /&gt;in and out of hospitals&lt;br /&gt;all those white walls look the same these days&lt;br /&gt;im screaming because i feel nothing&lt;br /&gt;but when i do it comes from the pit&lt;br /&gt;and makes me shudder&lt;br /&gt;i'd never whimpered before you&lt;br /&gt;balled up on the ground&lt;br /&gt;small and shaking&lt;br /&gt;in a dark corner&lt;br /&gt;like the last letter you wrote to her&lt;br /&gt;that you balled up and tossed behind you because you couldnt get the words just right&lt;br /&gt;but i get it now.&lt;br /&gt;you never wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;you never wanted to let go.&lt;br /&gt;im just a ploy,&lt;br /&gt;like perfect boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;no body wants to hear you sing about tragedy&lt;/I&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526035169874745867-5736646170844075180?l=acarcrashheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5736646170844075180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=526035169874745867&amp;postID=5736646170844075180' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/5736646170844075180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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girl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769986734412600324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7nbPqfk7W5s/SJc6OuD5auI/AAAAAAAAAJM/c-PW__Vnd8w/S220/l_8a3be01685e80d542e30af34ecb27fc3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-526035169874745867.post-2336048629916278780</id><published>2008-12-14T15:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T15:59:22.217-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i had forgotten what pulled me in</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=2515988&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=2515988&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/2515988"&gt;Citizens For Our Betterment Recap&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user1035517"&gt;citizens for our betterment&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=pink&gt;&lt;i&gt; feels like summer &lt;/I&gt;&lt;/font color=pink&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526035169874745867-2336048629916278780?l=acarcrashheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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I’ll try and make everything all right. Don’t you ever put on a mask for me, I need to know everything. Someones gotta keep you alive. Gotta find a ball and chain to prove to you that I’ll always be here. Funny because a ball and chain is usually used as a metaphor about being locked down to something you want to get away from. But I want to stay right here. I’ll find you your sunshine even if it kills me. Because when you get your sunshine, I can finally have mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awwwwwww i love him!&lt;br /&gt;=]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3Kings&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526035169874745867-1053022023521263912?l=acarcrashheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1053022023521263912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=526035169874745867&amp;postID=1053022023521263912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/1053022023521263912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/1053022023521263912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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days to feel anything&lt;br /&gt;anything with these hands&lt;br /&gt;the same hands that never gave me a talent&lt;br /&gt;and are hard enough to look at &lt;br /&gt;these hands that could not be collegiate&lt;br /&gt;could not make symphonies&lt;br /&gt;could not write the words worth reading&lt;br /&gt;could not make a better daughter&lt;br /&gt;could not stop you form poisoning yourself&lt;br /&gt;could not reach fourpoint "oh"&lt;br /&gt;these hands that hold everything worth wanting&lt;br /&gt;but nothing inside&lt;br /&gt;the hands that have no others to hold&lt;br /&gt;smash them and they will break into a million pieces&lt;br /&gt;because they are hollow these days&lt;br /&gt;and i cannot do anything or say anything that will fill them&lt;br /&gt;just empty&lt;br /&gt;like porcelain figures&lt;br /&gt;along with this face&lt;br /&gt;they're the same&lt;br /&gt;painted beauty on the outside&lt;br /&gt;beautiful dolls&lt;br /&gt;with frills and diamonds&lt;br /&gt;but on the inside&lt;br /&gt;no color&lt;br /&gt;and cold&lt;br /&gt;and hollow&lt;br /&gt;sitting on the top shelf collecting dust&lt;br /&gt;to sit and be admired &lt;br /&gt;but never touched&lt;br /&gt;and so everyone heeds this warning&lt;br /&gt;like i wear it upon this porcelain back with these hollow cold hands&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526035169874745867-6076859503096883877?l=acarcrashheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6076859503096883877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=526035169874745867&amp;postID=6076859503096883877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/526035169874745867/posts/default/6076859503096883877'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;gravity pushes down on the hole in my chest&lt;br /&gt;and slides right down to my stomach&lt;br /&gt;and sits there&lt;br /&gt;like a virtue spoiled&lt;br /&gt;like a dream deferred &lt;br /&gt;it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;but i've built it up and kept these walls dammed and patched up before&lt;br /&gt;and i've turned out fine&lt;br /&gt;its only a matter of time &lt;br /&gt;before i become the same&lt;br /&gt;with a few more patches&lt;br /&gt;in the sea of my body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who knew 3 words could feel the way someone holding you does:&lt;br /&gt;we'll be ok&lt;br /&gt;-M&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/526035169874745867-7894164249101269706?l=acarcrashheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarcrashheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7894164249101269706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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