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Clarke'/><category term='Tracey Newson'/><category term='Chris Farmer'/><category term='Daryl R. Swensson'/><category term='Laura Veronica Merodio'/><category term='Dawn Ballard'/><category term='Britney Brundage'/><category term='Vesta Sikora'/><category term='Jason D. Megary'/><category term='Jessica Ann Trimble'/><category term='Scotty Wright'/><category term='David G. Kelly'/><category term='Jim Caspary'/><category term='Tasha Shores'/><category term='Salman Parker'/><category term='Becci Iddon'/><category term='Jay Scott'/><category term='Loy Bowman'/><category term='Zahra Ahmed'/><category term='Brett Coulter'/><category term='Graham Stuart'/><category term='Crystal Jansen'/><category term='Joanna Fuchs'/><category term='Tyler Dohrn'/><category term='Taryn Grace'/><category term='Unknown'/><category term='Amy S. Bedford'/><category term='Nicola May Tucker'/><category term='Debbie'/><category term='Stephen Leake'/><title type='text'>Blog of Love Poems</title><subtitle type='html'>Welcome to my blog, full of romantic passionate poems, stories and quotes. If you have written a poem and want it added, just let me know. A list of authors is shown on the right hand side of the page. Comment on which ones you like and share them with the ones you love.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holtac.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37830888/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holtac.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37830888/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01100228907015473449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' 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width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37830888.post-330403801771982057</id><published>2010-12-23T09:19:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T09:20:27.370-11:00</updated><title type='text'>There's Something You Should Know by Norah  Capri</title><content type='html'>There's Something You Should Know&lt;br /&gt;by Norah  Capri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be the warm breeze &lt;br /&gt;that touches your skin in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;The muse that ignites your passion for living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be the wisdom that comes to you &lt;br /&gt;just when you need it.&lt;br /&gt;The strength you use to reach the summit, &lt;br /&gt;and the beauty that unfolds beneath you &lt;br /&gt;as you gaze into the horizon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be the love you will always have &lt;br /&gt;when all else eludes you, &lt;br /&gt;and the path filled with hope &lt;br /&gt;that always brings you back to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37830888-330403801771982057?l=holtac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holtac.blogspot.com/feeds/330403801771982057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37830888&amp;postID=330403801771982057&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37830888/posts/default/330403801771982057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37830888/posts/default/330403801771982057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holtac.blogspot.com/2010/12/theres-something-you-should-know-by.html' title='There&apos;s Something You Should Know by Norah  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you?&lt;br /&gt;Did you see the dawn this day?&lt;br /&gt;I sat and shared it with you&lt;br /&gt;Even though you are away.&lt;br /&gt;It wrapped me in its pinkness and filled me with its light.&lt;br /&gt;It made me wish this day were done&lt;br /&gt;and we could share the night!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sigh...&lt;br /&gt;This is the gift I wanted.&lt;br /&gt;Your time to fill a moment,&lt;br /&gt;I wanted a moment of... You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time costs nothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37830888-1801700080296435751?l=holtac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holtac.blogspot.com/feeds/1801700080296435751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37830888&amp;postID=1801700080296435751&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37830888/posts/default/1801700080296435751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37830888/posts/default/1801700080296435751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holtac.blogspot.com/2010/12/only-time-by-ella-kay.html' title='Only Time by Ella  Kay'/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01100228907015473449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37830888.post-4693226773575237801</id><published>2010-12-23T09:10:00.001-11:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T09:17:37.899-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking Alone by Isabel Caila Samuels</title><content type='html'>Walking Alone&lt;br /&gt;by Isabel Caila Samuels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She continued walking&lt;br /&gt;The pavement cool on her bare feet&lt;br /&gt;And she was alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She continued walking&lt;br /&gt;The wind blew eerily&lt;br /&gt;Through the dead corn stalks&lt;br /&gt;And she was alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still she continued walking&lt;br /&gt;A bright red stopsign&lt;br /&gt;Seeming out of place&lt;br /&gt;In her dark world&lt;br /&gt;And she was alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She continued walking&lt;br /&gt;The bare trees reaching&lt;br /&gt;For what was left of her heart&lt;br /&gt;Leaved crunched beneath her feet&lt;br /&gt;Destroyed by her touch&lt;br /&gt;And she was alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, she continued walking&lt;br /&gt;Walking alone&lt;br /&gt;Through the dead corn&lt;br /&gt;She continued walking&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37830888-4693226773575237801?l=holtac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holtac.blogspot.com/feeds/4693226773575237801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37830888&amp;postID=4693226773575237801&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37830888/posts/default/4693226773575237801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37830888/posts/default/4693226773575237801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holtac.blogspot.com/2010/12/walking-alone-by-isabel-caila-samuels.html' title='Walking Alone by Isabel Caila Samuels'/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01100228907015473449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37830888.post-5327417756990982106</id><published>2010-12-23T09:09:00.002-11:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T09:10:07.548-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Tattoo by Miriam M. Wynn</title><content type='html'>Tattoo&lt;br /&gt;by Miriam M. Wynn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a tattoo, you are painted, printed, &lt;br /&gt;On my body, all over my soul; &lt;br /&gt;Like a dream, your memory remains &lt;br /&gt;Inside of me, inside my skin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flower of you, the silken petals &lt;br /&gt;Are etched into my tender skin, &lt;br /&gt;My delicate soul is soaked with you: &lt;br /&gt;The memory of you... is like my tattoo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Body art is the recognition of the fact &lt;br /&gt;That I belong to you, &lt;br /&gt;That I am owned by you, &lt;br /&gt;Forever stamped by you . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a song echoing through the valleys of my aching heart, &lt;br /&gt;You are presented in me, &lt;br /&gt;An angelic chorus in me, &lt;br /&gt;A precious operetta in me; &lt;br /&gt;Your magnum opus is what I am, you see, &lt;br /&gt;A magic melody, &lt;br /&gt;A helpless harmony, &lt;br /&gt;An innocent tragedy-- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am whole.&lt;br /&gt;Your stamp, forever marked on my helpless skin;&lt;br /&gt;My tattoo,&lt;br /&gt;I am forever burning within, the &lt;br /&gt;Hot scent of you, throughout my being. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tattoo, &lt;br /&gt;I love the persuasive spell of you, &lt;br /&gt;The haunting passion of you, &lt;br /&gt;The ferocious majesty of you . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My romantic melody, &lt;br /&gt;I adore the thrill of you, &lt;br /&gt;The stunning feel of you, &lt;br /&gt;The irresistible touch of you-- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Oh!  My darling, sweet tattoo, &lt;br /&gt;Remember that I am yours, &lt;br /&gt;For the gentle passion of the hours, &lt;br /&gt;The exquisite dreams of lovers . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My darling angel of light, &lt;br /&gt;You give me peace through hard times, &lt;br /&gt;You fill me with the breath of Spring &lt;br /&gt;All fresh and sweet with tender feeling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lovely, breathless tattoo, &lt;br /&gt;I forever belong to you; &lt;br /&gt;I willingly long for you, &lt;br /&gt;You are my forbidden taboo . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For upon my hungry skin &lt;br /&gt;Are you &lt;br /&gt;Eternally tattooed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37830888-5327417756990982106?l=holtac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holtac.blogspot.com/feeds/5327417756990982106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37830888&amp;postID=5327417756990982106&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37830888/posts/default/5327417756990982106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37830888/posts/default/5327417756990982106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holtac.blogspot.com/2010/12/tattoo-by-miriam-m-wynn.html' title='Tattoo by Miriam M. Wynn'/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01100228907015473449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37830888.post-324442390452839861</id><published>2010-12-23T09:09:00.001-11:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T09:09:14.923-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Fairy Tales by Margaret  Marr</title><content type='html'>Fairy Tales&lt;br /&gt;by Margaret  Marr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time&lt;br /&gt;I believed in&lt;br /&gt;Cinderella and Prince Charming&lt;br /&gt;The Frog Prince&lt;br /&gt;Beauty and the Beast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time&lt;br /&gt;I believed in&lt;br /&gt;Rapunzel and the King?s Son&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping Beauty&lt;br /&gt;Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time&lt;br /&gt;I believed in&lt;br /&gt;Our Love Lasting Through Eternity&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time&lt;br /&gt;I believed in&lt;br /&gt;Fairy Tales&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37830888-324442390452839861?l=holtac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holtac.blogspot.com/feeds/324442390452839861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37830888&amp;postID=324442390452839861&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37830888/posts/default/324442390452839861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37830888/posts/default/324442390452839861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holtac.blogspot.com/2010/12/fairy-tales-by-margaret-marr.html' title='Fairy Tales by Margaret  Marr'/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01100228907015473449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37830888.post-2337594098366586211</id><published>2010-12-23T09:08:00.005-11:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T09:08:51.685-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Fantasy by Mary Elizabeth Blessing</title><content type='html'>Fantasy&lt;br /&gt;by Mary Elizabeth Blessing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a fantasy,&lt;br /&gt;   you and me&lt;br /&gt;like waves that don't crash&lt;br /&gt;like a sun that doesn't set&lt;br /&gt;like a walk on the beach-&lt;br /&gt;     with no footprints&lt;br /&gt;it's just a fantasy&lt;br /&gt;like time standing still&lt;br /&gt;like a clock that doesn't tick&lt;br /&gt;like a shadow on the wall&lt;br /&gt;     when there's no person at all&lt;br /&gt;it's just a fantasy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37830888-2337594098366586211?l=holtac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holtac.blogspot.com/feeds/2337594098366586211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37830888&amp;postID=2337594098366586211&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37830888/posts/default/2337594098366586211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37830888/posts/default/2337594098366586211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holtac.blogspot.com/2010/12/fantasy-by-mary-elizabeth-blessing.html' title='Fantasy by Mary Elizabeth Blessing'/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01100228907015473449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37830888.post-6737015083239487497</id><published>2010-12-23T09:08:00.003-11:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T09:08:32.137-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Like ice by Charles R Adkins</title><content type='html'>Like ice&lt;br /&gt;by Charles R Adkins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd kiss you &lt;br /&gt;And run my fingers through your hair&lt;br /&gt;I'd lie awake in bed &lt;br /&gt;Your smell lingering on me&lt;br /&gt;Wondering if you were thinking of me too&lt;br /&gt;When I left you said you would wait for me&lt;br /&gt;Funny my parents knew before I did&lt;br /&gt;It was cold in the woods that night&lt;br /&gt;But you were colder inside &lt;br /&gt;I still love you&lt;br /&gt;But you left me and didn't tell me why&lt;br /&gt;Funny how I can still hear your voice&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that's just a way of remembering&lt;br /&gt;Remembering when love was so gracious&lt;br /&gt;Gracious enough to kill me slowly from the inside&lt;br /&gt;Turning me bitter and tainting my smile&lt;br /&gt;Just like those plastic people we all hate&lt;br /&gt;Just like most people really are&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37830888-6737015083239487497?l=holtac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holtac.blogspot.com/feeds/6737015083239487497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37830888&amp;postID=6737015083239487497&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37830888/posts/default/6737015083239487497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37830888/posts/default/6737015083239487497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holtac.blogspot.com/2010/12/like-ice-by-charles-r-adkins.html' title='Like ice by Charles R Adkins'/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01100228907015473449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37830888.post-7514620125009410986</id><published>2010-12-23T09:08:00.001-11:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T09:08:09.898-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Words by Tessa Bea Jones</title><content type='html'>Beautiful Words&lt;br /&gt;by Tessa Bea Jones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Beautiful words express how it seems,&lt;br /&gt;in phrases of flowers, in wonderful dreams.&lt;br /&gt; Walk through the roses, of red and of white,&lt;br /&gt;float through the memories, give fairies their sight.&lt;br /&gt; Smile a smile to brighten the sun,&lt;br /&gt;to let me know, heaven has won.&lt;br /&gt; Take me by hand, walk me through time,&lt;br /&gt;read me your thoughts, make sure that they rhyme.&lt;br /&gt; Float me through song, move me forwards,&lt;br /&gt;express this all, in beautiful words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37830888-7514620125009410986?l=holtac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holtac.blogspot.com/feeds/7514620125009410986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37830888&amp;postID=7514620125009410986&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37830888/posts/default/7514620125009410986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37830888/posts/default/7514620125009410986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holtac.blogspot.com/2010/12/beautiful-words-by-tessa-bea-jones.html' title='Beautiful Words by Tessa Bea Jones'/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01100228907015473449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37830888.post-5977987566473456869</id><published>2010-12-23T09:07:00.001-11:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T09:07:45.682-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled II by Kevin  Strong</title><content type='html'>Untitled II&lt;br /&gt;by Kevin  Strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The deepest blue is in your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Sapphires rimmed in gold&lt;br /&gt;They see directly in my heart&lt;br /&gt;And there they do take hold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gentle smile is on your lips&lt;br /&gt;Like none I've ever seen&lt;br /&gt;It takes me to a special place&lt;br /&gt;That few have ever been&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kindness in your eyes reflects,&lt;br /&gt;The same is in your soul&lt;br /&gt;If only I could reach you there&lt;br /&gt;And help you let it go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37830888-5977987566473456869?l=holtac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holtac.blogspot.com/feeds/5977987566473456869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37830888&amp;postID=5977987566473456869&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37830888/posts/default/5977987566473456869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37830888/posts/default/5977987566473456869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holtac.blogspot.com/2010/12/untitled-ii-by-kevin-strong.html' title='Untitled II by Kevin  Strong'/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01100228907015473449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37830888.post-4417702226545671841</id><published>2010-12-23T09:06:00.004-11:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T09:07:22.887-11:00</updated><title type='text'>One More Time by T. A. Smith</title><content type='html'>One More Time&lt;br /&gt;by T. A. Smith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have given you so many chances,&lt;br /&gt;and every time I do you break my heart.&lt;br /&gt;I know I should let you go but...&lt;br /&gt;In my heart I'm giving you one more time.&lt;br /&gt;Break my heart, or make me happy...&lt;br /&gt;Either way, I'm giving you one more time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37830888-4417702226545671841?l=holtac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holtac.blogspot.com/feeds/4417702226545671841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37830888&amp;postID=4417702226545671841&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37830888/posts/default/4417702226545671841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37830888/posts/default/4417702226545671841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holtac.blogspot.com/2010/12/one-more-time-by-t-smith.html' title='One More Time by T. 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Smith'/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01100228907015473449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37830888.post-8179064703556463486</id><published>2010-12-23T09:06:00.003-11:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T09:06:38.640-11:00</updated><title type='text'>the gift by David  Fronius</title><content type='html'>the gift&lt;br /&gt;by David  Fronius&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day is a gift&lt;br /&gt;when it involves you.&lt;br /&gt;Holidays and birthdays&lt;br /&gt;and every day in between,&lt;br /&gt;are what you are to me,&lt;br /&gt;and the gift you bring me&lt;br /&gt;is always you...&lt;br /&gt;Skin being the wrapping.&lt;br /&gt;The present inside...&lt;br /&gt;your heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37830888-8179064703556463486?l=holtac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holtac.blogspot.com/feeds/8179064703556463486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37830888&amp;postID=8179064703556463486&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37830888/posts/default/8179064703556463486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37830888/posts/default/8179064703556463486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holtac.blogspot.com/2010/12/gift-by-david-fronius.html' title='the gift by David  Fronius'/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01100228907015473449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37830888.post-8030495888652595902</id><published>2010-12-23T09:06:00.001-11:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T09:06:12.822-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Take me by   Cervantes</title><content type='html'>Take me&lt;br /&gt;by   Cervantes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me on that tempest?s night,&lt;br /&gt;when flowers fold beneath torrents,&lt;br /&gt;to the secret place where you hide,&lt;br /&gt;unfilled lonely spaces in your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And softly I will come near,&lt;br /&gt;gently touch you, enclose you,&lt;br /&gt;melt into you like rays from a fire&lt;br /&gt;on a sharp winter night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you will find me deep within,&lt;br /&gt;a tempered white river carrying dreams.&lt;br /&gt;Love?s unrepressed residual&lt;br /&gt;removed from silence, from Time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you will know what I am,&lt;br /&gt;always.  I am your lived days,&lt;br /&gt;your precious laughter and tears,&lt;br /&gt;and their net worth- their everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have come into the placid pool&lt;br /&gt;reflecting your grace, a gentle smile.&lt;br /&gt;Epiphanies, like stars in your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;chart the blessed course of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37830888-8030495888652595902?l=holtac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holtac.blogspot.com/feeds/8030495888652595902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37830888&amp;postID=8030495888652595902&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37830888/posts/default/8030495888652595902'/><link rel='self' 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know this is really good-bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the stars shine down from up above&lt;br /&gt;Casting an illuminating glow,&lt;br /&gt;You pull me even closer to you&lt;br /&gt;And ask me- why I have to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I have a chance to answer &lt;br /&gt;Your soft lips press against mine&lt;br /&gt;And all our emotions building up inside&lt;br /&gt;Show through in that kiss, divine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You softly whisper that you love me&lt;br /&gt;And a tear slips down my cheek&lt;br /&gt;I love you with all my heart and soul&lt;br /&gt;More than words could ever speak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we kiss with intense emotions&lt;br /&gt;To you, my soul tries to convey&lt;br /&gt;The many things that are on my mind&lt;br /&gt;All my heart is wanting to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you for coloring my world&lt;br /&gt;Your smile always brightened my day&lt;br /&gt;You are my ray of sunshine&lt;br /&gt;Whenever my skies are gray"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you for your friendship&lt;br /&gt;Which gave our love a base&lt;br /&gt;A foundation that we built upon&lt;br /&gt;Leaving us memories no distance can erase"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll never forget our phone calls&lt;br /&gt;That lasted late into the night&lt;br /&gt;No matter how the day had gone &lt;br /&gt;Just hearing your voice made everything right"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We could tell each other anything&lt;br /&gt;There are so many secrets between just us two&lt;br /&gt;You opened up your heart to me &lt;br /&gt;And I opened mine to you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you for all the stolen glances&lt;br /&gt;And conversations with just our eyes&lt;br /&gt;That let me look into your soul&lt;br /&gt;And always made my spirit rise"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you for the tears we shared&lt;br /&gt;When suddenly things went wrong&lt;br /&gt;We've been through SO much together&lt;br /&gt;And I've loved you all along"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Our problems brought us closer together&lt;br /&gt;Something I thought was impossible to do&lt;br /&gt;And it was then I realized&lt;br /&gt;How much our love was true"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you for all the hugs and kisses&lt;br /&gt;That let me know how much you care&lt;br /&gt;When words could not say how you felt&lt;br /&gt;I knew that you would always be there"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you for all our special moments&lt;br /&gt;Loving looks, kisses, and intimacy&lt;br /&gt;Our times together, I'll always treasure&lt;br /&gt;My endless love you'll always be"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you for all the passion&lt;br /&gt;You take my breath away&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss all your sweet caresses&lt;br /&gt;In your arms is where I want to stay"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for all the romance&lt;br /&gt;You always knew how to melt my heart&lt;br /&gt;I'll never forget my life with you&lt;br /&gt;Even when we're miles apart"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you for your love&lt;br /&gt;And for teaching me how to love too &lt;br /&gt;There will always be a special place in my heart&lt;br /&gt;A place where I'll always love you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But now I am forced to move away&lt;br /&gt;Leaving you and my heart behind&lt;br /&gt;I'll eventually HAVE to let go to move on&lt;br /&gt;But I know you will always be on my mind"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It will be so hard for me to let go&lt;br /&gt;I'll never forget the times we've shared&lt;br /&gt;You mean more to me than life itself&lt;br /&gt;No one else will ever compare"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But if I ever fall in love again&lt;br /&gt;(A thought I cannot comprehend)&lt;br /&gt;I will still love you, but in a different way&lt;br /&gt;For you will always be my best friend"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I hope you know how much you've meant to me&lt;br /&gt;And how much you always will&lt;br /&gt;As the time comes to go, there's a void in my heart&lt;br /&gt;An emptiness that no one can ever fill."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clock strikes midnight&lt;br /&gt;It's time for this two year fairy tale to end&lt;br /&gt;We hold each other close and kiss a final kiss&lt;br /&gt;And whisper, "We'll always be best friends"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's one more thing I must say&lt;br /&gt;As tears now flow with ease&lt;br /&gt;I'll never forget you, my first true love,&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the memories...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37830888-1250695341007918276?l=holtac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holtac.blogspot.com/feeds/1250695341007918276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37830888&amp;postID=1250695341007918276&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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recall the pinnacle...&lt;br /&gt;That turned me cynical.&lt;br /&gt;Into this void I further sink.&lt;br /&gt;And lift the bottle for another drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grasp for life... despite the strain.&lt;br /&gt;It hurts me bad but I dull the pain.&lt;br /&gt;I see my blood... it leaves a stain.&lt;br /&gt;But it?s what I need... to keep me sane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I listen... as I release this scream&lt;br /&gt;And swear revenge to be redeemed.&lt;br /&gt;I try to hide but still feel the sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;And wonder if I?ll live and see tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37830888-4826842331183117717?l=holtac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holtac.blogspot.com/feeds/4826842331183117717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37830888.post-2503032546349381343</id><published>2010-12-23T09:04:00.003-11:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T09:04:55.466-11:00</updated><title type='text'>A Northwest Breeze by Stephen John Keating</title><content type='html'>A Northwest Breeze&lt;br /&gt;by Stephen John Keating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a short while my spirit freed.&lt;br /&gt;A Northwest Breeze had cleansed the air.&lt;br /&gt;I grasped at hope, a joyful deed&lt;br /&gt;and opened my soul, so hurt, so bare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a short while my spirit, so young.&lt;br /&gt;A Northwest Breeze had touched my heart.&lt;br /&gt;I let slip the darkness to which I clung&lt;br /&gt;and felt my hesitation so slowly part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a short while my dreams reborn.&lt;br /&gt;A Northwest Breeze had brought me life.&lt;br /&gt;Escaped my days, so bruised, forlorn&lt;br /&gt;and touched my dreams, less pain and strife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a short while my thoughts took form.&lt;br /&gt;A Northwest Breeze had gently caressed.&lt;br /&gt;I thought of sweetness, so bright, so warm&lt;br /&gt;Reached for innocence... and felt so blest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37830888-2503032546349381343?l=holtac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holtac.blogspot.com/feeds/2503032546349381343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37830888&amp;postID=2503032546349381343&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37830888/posts/default/2503032546349381343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Yet, I continued on, not listening to the warnings,&lt;br /&gt;Those that I was aware of, so early this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thunder claps rolled by, while large waves ran up the shore,&lt;br /&gt;I walked alone in silence, I was alone once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike this storm, I couldn't predict, what was in store for our love,&lt;br /&gt;I had no warning siren, no message from above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now sit and wonder, if you do as I,&lt;br /&gt;Sit with your own stormy thoughts, and watch this storm roll by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37830888-5583252260621906462?l=holtac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holtac.blogspot.com/feeds/5583252260621906462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>Embracing Hearts by Tamara Beryl Latham</title><content type='html'>Embracing Hearts&lt;br /&gt;by Tamara Beryl Latham&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two silhouettes embrace in early sun&lt;br /&gt;Viewed as shadows on the garden wall&lt;br /&gt;A sacred bond exists, one might infer&lt;br /&gt;She loves him as much as he loves her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two golden rings shall mark the month of May&lt;br /&gt;As wedding bells yet trumpet treasures rare&lt;br /&gt;Blue or borrowed in old and new design&lt;br /&gt;When separate hearts in love become entwined.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37830888-1556039444391883788?l=holtac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holtac.blogspot.com/feeds/1556039444391883788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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In his smile&lt;br /&gt;     I see all the joy I'll ever feel&lt;br /&gt;      In his eyes I see all the tenderness&lt;br /&gt;       That I want in the man I marry.  In his &lt;br /&gt;        Embrace I know I'll never get lost.&lt;br /&gt;       In his voice I find the things I&lt;br /&gt;      Search for.  In the love that &lt;br /&gt;     He gives me is all I need&lt;br /&gt;    To be complete.&lt;br /&gt;   In him is &lt;br /&gt;  Everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37830888-881013716918985725?l=holtac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holtac.blogspot.com/feeds/881013716918985725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37830888&amp;postID=881013716918985725&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37830888/posts/default/881013716918985725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37830888/posts/default/881013716918985725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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as her eyes caress &lt;br /&gt;The very essence of my soul. &lt;br /&gt;Angels dance to the sound of a single word uttered from her lips &lt;br /&gt;While I, a mere mortal, am captured in its trance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lying motionless until a single breath from this majestic creature &lt;br /&gt;Drives a sweet breeze into the depths of eternal bliss,&lt;br /&gt;I, then, see her melt into the morning&lt;br /&gt;...And know love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37830888-4576142186171999823?l=holtac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holtac.blogspot.com/feeds/4576142186171999823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37830888&amp;postID=4576142186171999823&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;relentless,&lt;br /&gt;reckless,&lt;br /&gt;pursuing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My night is long.&lt;br /&gt;Happy thoughts of heaven&lt;br /&gt;interrupted.&lt;br /&gt;He never came... &lt;br /&gt;He promised.&lt;br /&gt;He never wrote...&lt;br /&gt;He swore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gave up&lt;br /&gt;with words&lt;br /&gt;that left me&lt;br /&gt;open,&lt;br /&gt;raw,&lt;br /&gt;jagged,&lt;br /&gt;for him to step on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look underneath;&lt;br /&gt;There I am.&lt;br /&gt;"It was never love." he said.&lt;br /&gt;Love, lust, infatuation, need, want.&lt;br /&gt;Everything is the same.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I understood&lt;br /&gt;but I don't.&lt;br /&gt;Now I wait&lt;br /&gt;patiently,&lt;br /&gt;diligently,&lt;br /&gt;undaunted,&lt;br /&gt;for the angel &lt;br /&gt;to scar me&lt;br /&gt;like him...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37830888-2506550917991388391?l=holtac.blogspot.com' 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Reid</title><content type='html'>Eternal Regret&lt;br /&gt;by Joel L. Reid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her loveliness fills his waking hours,&lt;br /&gt;And her tender arms haunt his troubled dreams.&lt;br /&gt;Her voice is a fountain of the sweetest waters,&lt;br /&gt;And her breath, the kiss of angels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tone of her skin, the scent of her hair,&lt;br /&gt;The color of her lips in a brightly lit room,&lt;br /&gt;And the softness of her careless touch,&lt;br /&gt;All are memories etched into his soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His longing heart races at the sound of her name,&lt;br /&gt;And his emptiness is complete without her.&lt;br /&gt;He counts the minutes until their hearts are one,&lt;br /&gt;And each minute lost is his eternal regret.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37830888-7283813101353288727?l=holtac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holtac.blogspot.com/feeds/7283813101353288727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37830888&amp;postID=7283813101353288727&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37830888/posts/default/7283813101353288727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37830888/posts/default/7283813101353288727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holtac.blogspot.com/2010/12/eternal-regret-by-joel-l-reid.html' title='Eternal Regret by Joel L. Reid'/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01100228907015473449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37830888.post-8231559873929830838</id><published>2010-12-23T09:00:00.003-11:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T09:00:58.856-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Ocean View by Emily  Duerst</title><content type='html'>Ocean View&lt;br /&gt;by Emily  Duerst&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a light in the distance,  &lt;br /&gt;As I stand on the beach &lt;br /&gt;with my feet sinking into the sand... &lt;br /&gt;I strain to see where the light is coming from.  &lt;br /&gt;Is it the east or west?  &lt;br /&gt;The night air is cool and crisp.  &lt;br /&gt;As it dances across my face and plays with my hair, &lt;br /&gt;I feel a sense of relief.  &lt;br /&gt;The ocean waves splash over my toes.  &lt;br /&gt;I feel a sign of comfort.  &lt;br /&gt;The light is fading and so is the warmth.  &lt;br /&gt;The wind is now violently whipping my hair across my face &lt;br /&gt;and scaring my soft lit face.  &lt;br /&gt;The ocean has now surrounded my ankles as it keeps rising.  &lt;br /&gt;The light has gone along with my hope, &lt;br /&gt;that you will always... remember me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37830888-8231559873929830838?l=holtac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holtac.blogspot.com/feeds/8231559873929830838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37830888&amp;postID=8231559873929830838&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;When you feel turned out&lt;br /&gt;And you can't help feeling down, &lt;br /&gt;When that lovely smile&lt;br /&gt;Has become a frown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's when I'll be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When all else fails&lt;br /&gt;And your heart breaks in two&lt;br /&gt;When you've cried and cried&lt;br /&gt;And you aren't sure what else to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's when I'll be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are happy&lt;br /&gt;And full of joy&lt;br /&gt;Because you finally &lt;br /&gt;Got that boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's when I'll be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you get into a fight&lt;br /&gt;With friend or foe&lt;br /&gt;There is something &lt;br /&gt;That you really must know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's when I'll be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever the reason&lt;br /&gt;Please keep in mind&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you need me&lt;br /&gt;Surely you'll find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's when I'll be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you &lt;br /&gt;Really understand&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you need &lt;br /&gt;Someone to hold your hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's when I'll be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't be afraid,&lt;br /&gt;For, if you are in despair&lt;br /&gt;And all you need to hear is, &lt;br /&gt;"I still care."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's when I'll be there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37830888-2550316570796870152?l=holtac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holtac.blogspot.com/feeds/2550316570796870152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37830888&amp;postID=2550316570796870152&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37830888/posts/default/2550316570796870152'/><link rel='self' 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potion could entrance me&lt;br /&gt;Nor shield my memory&lt;br /&gt;Of evenings cloaked in violet,&lt;br /&gt;And music fresh with dance,&lt;br /&gt;Of soundless moments treasured&lt;br /&gt;That offer the awed chance&lt;br /&gt;That fate has weaved her magic&lt;br /&gt;And from her velvet loom&lt;br /&gt;Come images I'll savor&lt;br /&gt;Of potions, poems and you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37830888-7402659053446141440?l=holtac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holtac.blogspot.com/feeds/7402659053446141440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37830888&amp;postID=7402659053446141440&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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heard the autumn's burnished mountainside&lt;br /&gt;Bristle in the crisp breeze, &lt;br /&gt;Crackle in the light of October mornings, &lt;br /&gt;Clear as innocence, vibrant with the harvest &lt;br /&gt;Promised in the wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cider sweet aroma glides through orchards ripe.&lt;br /&gt;Pumpkins, plump and dewy, blushing wild and bright,&lt;br /&gt;Whisper soft reminders, spiraling in my mind;&lt;br /&gt;Images I believed I had left behind;&lt;br /&gt;Till I heard the autumn's silky serenade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of the love I treasured;&lt;br /&gt;Of the love you gave.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37830888-3512080092102855753?l=holtac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holtac.blogspot.com/feeds/3512080092102855753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37830888.post-6036281120943611901</id><published>2010-12-23T08:58:00.004-11:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T08:59:07.953-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Because of You by Kate Reneigh Woodruff</title><content type='html'>Because of You&lt;br /&gt;by Kate Reneigh Woodruff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I awake each day with a smile&lt;br /&gt;And greet it with a laugh;&lt;br /&gt;The world is a treasure to me&lt;br /&gt;...Because of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I think of something sad,&lt;br /&gt;I replace the thought- with you!&lt;br /&gt;My mind is instantly changed&lt;br /&gt;And my heart is filled with gladness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every breath I take is meant for you,&lt;br /&gt;I live this life surrounded in joy&lt;br /&gt;And I bathe in the promise of your love,&lt;br /&gt;My soul belongs to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each time I see something beautiful&lt;br /&gt;I want to take it and bring it to you;&lt;br /&gt;My life has so much meaning now&lt;br /&gt;All because of you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37830888-6036281120943611901?l=holtac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holtac.blogspot.com/feeds/6036281120943611901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37830888&amp;postID=6036281120943611901&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37830888/posts/default/6036281120943611901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37830888/posts/default/6036281120943611901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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you on your knees.&lt;br /&gt;How many times can you say it?&lt;br /&gt;You'll by cryin', beggin', "please!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't fall for that Angel,&lt;br /&gt;she's got a wild heart.&lt;br /&gt;She just can't settle down&lt;br /&gt;when her heart's been torn apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, don't let yourself fall for her&lt;br /&gt;don't put your feelings on the line.&lt;br /&gt;Be sure not to get too close to her&lt;br /&gt;all she'll do... is waste your time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37830888-3566373068204625179?l=holtac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holtac.blogspot.com/feeds/3566373068204625179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37830888&amp;postID=3566373068204625179&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link 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Love&lt;br /&gt;by Tamara Beryl Latham&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The eagle's flying with the dove&lt;br /&gt;They had a most unusual love&lt;br /&gt;Each one cautious, perhaps to trust&lt;br /&gt;Each one conquering their own lust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When times of strife and sorrow fell&lt;br /&gt;Each one lived an endless hell&lt;br /&gt;Smothering continuously&lt;br /&gt;As gilded birds in cages be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most times he would shout abuse&lt;br /&gt;He thought she of little use&lt;br /&gt;She lived her life in constant fear&lt;br /&gt;While he succumbed to rum and beer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her stature frail, as she grew old&lt;br /&gt;Thus, she became a harder soul&lt;br /&gt;She stood her ground and would not budge&lt;br /&gt;He lived intent to bear a grudge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then with sickness, and with age&lt;br /&gt;The dwindling years suppressed their rage&lt;br /&gt;They stood the course and in July&lt;br /&gt;Each one helped the other die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I reflect on their sad years&lt;br /&gt;My eyes completely fill with tears&lt;br /&gt;Adieu! to unforgiving love&lt;br /&gt;The eagle's flying with the dove&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37830888-2699032619733457314?l=holtac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holtac.blogspot.com/feeds/2699032619733457314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37830888&amp;postID=2699032619733457314&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37830888/posts/default/2699032619733457314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37830888/posts/default/2699032619733457314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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from high above...&lt;br /&gt;Don't shed a tear, no need to cry,&lt;br /&gt;my love for you will never die."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I wanted was&lt;br /&gt;the only thing you couldn't give...&lt;br /&gt;Although my love was strong enough&lt;br /&gt;I knew I couldn't make you live...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To face another bitter day,&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming that somehow you'd stay,&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't make you understand&lt;br /&gt;you slipped out of my tiny hands...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life in bloom, beside the rain&lt;br /&gt;old love letters help ease some pain,&lt;br /&gt;all that's left, some shirts, some pants,&lt;br /&gt;some boxed up memories... "What is God's plan ?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray each night&lt;br /&gt;for God to help me see...&lt;br /&gt;and to understand, "why?"&lt;br /&gt;he took my guardian angel from me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37830888-729206568896475199?l=holtac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holtac.blogspot.com/feeds/729206568896475199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37830888&amp;postID=729206568896475199&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37830888/posts/default/729206568896475199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37830888/posts/default/729206568896475199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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fell into you,&lt;br /&gt;you fell into me ~&lt;br /&gt;till we were both engulfed&lt;br /&gt;and I could not tell&lt;br /&gt;where I ended&lt;br /&gt;and we began....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37830888-4120137425579600206?l=holtac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holtac.blogspot.com/feeds/4120137425579600206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37830888&amp;postID=4120137425579600206&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37830888/posts/default/4120137425579600206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37830888/posts/default/4120137425579600206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holtac.blogspot.com/2010/12/engulfed-by-david-fronius.html' title='engulfed by David  Fronius'/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01100228907015473449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37830888.post-3971306854096420033</id><published>2010-12-23T08:56:00.003-11:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T08:56:57.880-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled by Naveed Ahmed Jami</title><content type='html'>Untitled&lt;br /&gt;by Naveed Ahmed Jami&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a little bit of loneliness&lt;br /&gt;And a little bit of emptiness&lt;br /&gt;You went away, leaving me hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This heart is faint and faded&lt;br /&gt;A million Things I wanted to say&lt;br /&gt;Meaningless, silly conversations&lt;br /&gt;Keeping the storms inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I raised my lids... and you were gone&lt;br /&gt;And seconds before&lt;br /&gt;You were so close to my heartbeats&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37830888-3971306854096420033?l=holtac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holtac.blogspot.com/feeds/3971306854096420033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37830888&amp;postID=3971306854096420033&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37830888/posts/default/3971306854096420033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37830888/posts/default/3971306854096420033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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&lt;br /&gt;Now it seems so cold&lt;br /&gt;This playground of our love could never be replaced&lt;br /&gt;The clouds seem darker than at first&lt;br /&gt;And the desire to feel your embrace&lt;br /&gt;Only becomes worse&lt;br /&gt;The sun is not there&lt;br /&gt;No sunlight to share&lt;br /&gt;The summer is gone&lt;br /&gt;The cold winter season has begun&lt;br /&gt;You died with the summer flowers&lt;br /&gt;and I ticked away with the hot passion hours&lt;br /&gt;I?ve lost my one precious thing&lt;br /&gt;That made my heart sing&lt;br /&gt;It drowned in the warm sea&lt;br /&gt;It burned in the summer fire&lt;br /&gt;As days pass by, I live more and more for my desire&lt;br /&gt;My summer clothes are packed away&lt;br /&gt;And smell so sweet, just like our summer play&lt;br /&gt;The summer air is gone, too&lt;br /&gt;Yet I smell it; it reminds me of you&lt;br /&gt;Summer so sweet&lt;br /&gt;Summer so romantic and unique&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how I miss my summer love&lt;br /&gt;Why did you have to fly away...?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37830888-3108947310963241509?l=holtac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holtac.blogspot.com/feeds/3108947310963241509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37830888&amp;postID=3108947310963241509&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37830888/posts/default/3108947310963241509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37830888/posts/default/3108947310963241509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holtac.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-summerlove-by-miss-phoebe.html' title='My summerlove by Miss  Phoebe'/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01100228907015473449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37830888.post-679028043660055640</id><published>2010-12-23T08:55:00.004-11:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T08:56:05.667-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh her eyes by   Bill</title><content type='html'>Oh her eyes&lt;br /&gt;by   Bill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh her eyes...&lt;br /&gt;Those beautiful, sparkling eyes,&lt;br /&gt;The source of all her passions,&lt;br /&gt;The teller of no lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh her lips...&lt;br /&gt;Those soft and tender lips,&lt;br /&gt;Where upon the glass of life,&lt;br /&gt;She savours and she sips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh her hair...&lt;br /&gt;Her sunlit golden hair,&lt;br /&gt;That drapes upon her shoulders,&lt;br /&gt;Showing perfection, oh so rare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh her face...&lt;br /&gt;Her stunning, beguiling face,&lt;br /&gt;Where heaven can be sought,&lt;br /&gt;And God can be embraced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh her form...&lt;br /&gt;Her delicate, slender form,&lt;br /&gt;In dreams, beside me lay...&lt;br /&gt;So tender and so warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh her soul...&lt;br /&gt;Her gentle caring soul,&lt;br /&gt;That longs for love in life,&lt;br /&gt;Yet, life just can?t console.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh God, Oh her...&lt;br /&gt;With her imperfections much,&lt;br /&gt;Yet, when I think of love,&lt;br /&gt;It?s her soul I long to touch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37830888-679028043660055640?l=holtac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holtac.blogspot.com/feeds/679028043660055640/comments/default' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37830888.post-388765462524675318</id><published>2010-12-23T08:55:00.003-11:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T08:55:37.258-11:00</updated><title type='text'>untitled by   the 1</title><content type='html'>untitled&lt;br /&gt;by   the 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;armed with my pen&lt;br /&gt;i aim to penetrate,&lt;br /&gt;to blow on the embers of your soul.&lt;br /&gt;i hope to ignite the fire inside&lt;br /&gt;that turns your eyes into beams.&lt;br /&gt;what frightens you so?&lt;br /&gt;you know you hold all the answers to my questions&lt;br /&gt;(before i even ask them)&lt;br /&gt;but life is a circle&lt;br /&gt;i hold all your answers, too.&lt;br /&gt;you're terrified of asking the question-&lt;br /&gt;you don't want the answer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37830888.post-5568009338662144225</id><published>2010-12-23T08:55:00.001-11:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T08:55:15.562-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams by Kevin  Strong</title><content type='html'>Dreams&lt;br /&gt;by Kevin  Strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never forget the way you looked&lt;br /&gt;When I saw you there that night;&lt;br /&gt;The way you just seemed to glow&lt;br /&gt;In the warm and gentle light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked over and asked you to dance-&lt;br /&gt;You answered with a smile&lt;br /&gt;As if you knew it's what i'd do,&lt;br /&gt;Knew it all the while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went, your hand in mine,&lt;br /&gt;To dance the night away&lt;br /&gt;And gaze into each others eyes&lt;br /&gt;As the night turned into day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were alone, dancing there,&lt;br /&gt;Together me and you&lt;br /&gt;But then it fades into a mist... &lt;br /&gt;If only dreams came true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37830888-5568009338662144225?l=holtac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holtac.blogspot.com/feeds/5568009338662144225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37830888&amp;postID=5568009338662144225&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37830888/posts/default/5568009338662144225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37830888/posts/default/5568009338662144225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holtac.blogspot.com/2010/12/dreams-by-kevin-strong.html' title='Dreams by Kevin  Strong'/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01100228907015473449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37830888.post-8602174639328459014</id><published>2010-12-23T08:54:00.003-11:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T08:54:48.431-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled by Lauren Berry Cowan</title><content type='html'>Untitled&lt;br /&gt;by Lauren Berry Cowan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels like i'm a prisoner &lt;br /&gt;And only you hold the key &lt;br /&gt;Can u unlock these chains and &lt;br /&gt;Set my broken heart free. &lt;br /&gt;I've travelled down this road so far &lt;br /&gt;The journeys been so long &lt;br /&gt;And even though i loved you then &lt;br /&gt;Loving you now seems wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought i'd ever let &lt;br /&gt;My heart control my mind &lt;br /&gt;I never thought instead of love &lt;br /&gt;Hurt is what i'd find &lt;br /&gt;You were what i'd always wanted &lt;br /&gt;You were my heart and soul &lt;br /&gt;Everything i'd ever needed &lt;br /&gt;Made me feel completely whole &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we've drifted apart &lt;br /&gt;Not as close as before &lt;br /&gt;But the sad part is- each day &lt;br /&gt;I love you more and more &lt;br /&gt;I can't help the way i'm feeling &lt;br /&gt;I'm always feeling blue &lt;br /&gt;I'll miss you every minute of every day &lt;br /&gt;And, baby, i'll always love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37830888-8602174639328459014?l=holtac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holtac.blogspot.com/feeds/8602174639328459014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37830888.post-5766880324266583763</id><published>2010-12-23T08:54:00.001-11:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T08:54:23.818-11:00</updated><title type='text'>love lost by   smiling altar boy</title><content type='html'>love lost&lt;br /&gt;by   smiling altar boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I sighted her&lt;br /&gt;Creation froze with the triumph of love&lt;br /&gt;Never before were my eyes emblazened with such beauty&lt;br /&gt;For words alone were at lost to trace&lt;br /&gt;Tis this delicate moonchild she be&lt;br /&gt;Nurtured by nature's heart&lt;br /&gt;And in those frozen moments won&lt;br /&gt;Vision feasted on my mind&lt;br /&gt;Of us locked in an unending waltz&lt;br /&gt;Dancing to midsummer lands&lt;br /&gt;She speaks as words graces her lips&lt;br /&gt;Her whisper, like the wind through the cedars&lt;br /&gt;Even when wild winds sing in chora for her&lt;br /&gt;That we'd be together again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37830888-5766880324266583763?l=holtac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holtac.blogspot.com/feeds/5766880324266583763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37830888&amp;postID=5766880324266583763&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37830888/posts/default/5766880324266583763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37830888/posts/default/5766880324266583763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holtac.blogspot.com/2010/12/love-lost-by-smiling-altar-boy.html' title='love lost by   smiling altar 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Douglas  Hoss</title><content type='html'>Sonnet #8&lt;br /&gt;by M. Douglas  Hoss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know why the sea returns to the bleached&lt;br /&gt;white sand, why it rolls up and searches through&lt;br /&gt;grains beneath it. I know why it never&lt;br /&gt;rests but despairs, lonely within its bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know why the wind is always stirring,&lt;br /&gt;why it moves to sprinkle dew about the &lt;br /&gt;ground. I know why it joins in league with the &lt;br /&gt;sea to become an angry rolling storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It?s because they rue the lifetime they must &lt;br /&gt;wait for your essence to become a part &lt;br /&gt;of them once more, with pain and anguish being &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all they find in their dire emptiness. &lt;br /&gt;Who can blame the way they feel since it?s how &lt;br /&gt;I agonize when you have gone away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37830888-5476563582154048003?l=holtac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holtac.blogspot.com/feeds/5476563582154048003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37830888&amp;postID=5476563582154048003&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37830888/posts/default/5476563582154048003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37830888/posts/default/5476563582154048003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holtac.blogspot.com/2010/12/sonnet-8-by-m-douglas-hoss.html' title='Sonnet #8 by M. Douglas  Hoss'/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01100228907015473449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37830888.post-4134094637165051766</id><published>2010-12-23T08:52:00.004-11:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T08:53:15.293-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Do You...? by Zahra Faisal Asghar</title><content type='html'>Do You...?&lt;br /&gt;by Zahra Faisal Asghar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bare your heart and once be true.&lt;br /&gt;If you love me then say... you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you hear the gentle wind&lt;br /&gt;ever so softly whisper my name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In those times of a lonesome you&lt;br /&gt;do you ever whisper the same?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you place me in your heart,&lt;br /&gt;nearer to every breath you take,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as you close your eyes... do you...&lt;br /&gt;see a glimmer of me in you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does the shadow of my being&lt;br /&gt;tenderely embrace you in your dream?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me if you love me so...&lt;br /&gt;the way I do... I need to know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37830888-4134094637165051766?l=holtac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holtac.blogspot.com/feeds/4134094637165051766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37830888&amp;postID=4134094637165051766&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37830888/posts/default/4134094637165051766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37830888/posts/default/4134094637165051766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holtac.blogspot.com/2010/12/do-you-by-zahra-faisal-asghar.html' title='Do You...? by Zahra Faisal Asghar'/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01100228907015473449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37830888.post-2179009816299243503</id><published>2010-12-23T08:52:00.003-11:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T08:52:48.798-11:00</updated><title type='text'>He was my life by Jasmine Marie Night</title><content type='html'>He was my life&lt;br /&gt;by Jasmine Marie Night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was my life, he was my soul.  &lt;br /&gt;I gave him everything I had &lt;br /&gt;And now I have to let that all go.  &lt;br /&gt;He was my courage and my weakness; &lt;br /&gt;my obligation to love itself &lt;br /&gt;And now I have nothing left to show.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was the one I turned to, my one true home, &lt;br /&gt;He was my calling who left me to roam.  &lt;br /&gt;I need to leave here because of him, &lt;br /&gt;I want to get out of this place &lt;br /&gt;But no matter how far I run &lt;br /&gt;I can still see his face...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've said that I'm done &lt;br /&gt;And that I'm through, &lt;br /&gt;But the truth is, it's so damn hard to live without you! &lt;br /&gt;I wake up with this same nauseating feeling each day &lt;br /&gt;Hoping you might notice and call &lt;br /&gt;But I know you've already turned away.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, my friend, I love you so &lt;br /&gt;But if it's that time... I have to let go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37830888-2179009816299243503?l=holtac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holtac.blogspot.com/feeds/2179009816299243503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37830888&amp;postID=2179009816299243503&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37830888/posts/default/2179009816299243503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37830888/posts/default/2179009816299243503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holtac.blogspot.com/2010/12/he-was-my-life-by-jasmine-marie-night.html' title='He was my life by Jasmine Marie Night'/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01100228907015473449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37830888.post-6073619960403527520</id><published>2010-12-23T08:52:00.001-11:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T08:52:20.920-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Fortunes Fate by   BbygirlJes</title><content type='html'>Fortunes Fate&lt;br /&gt;by   BbygirlJes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hair as soft as the harvest wheat... &lt;br /&gt;brush it from your cheek. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eyes that sparkle like the dew &lt;br /&gt;on the clover's leaf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lips like the berry: full, red and sweet... &lt;br /&gt;longing for love's first taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skin smooth as the peach blossom-&lt;br /&gt;needing sun's warmth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voice makes the song birds turn in shame, &lt;br /&gt;words- music to my ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Touched by love's gentle good grace, &lt;br /&gt;I shudder, at my fortune's fate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37830888-6073619960403527520?l=holtac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holtac.blogspot.com/feeds/6073619960403527520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37830888&amp;postID=6073619960403527520&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37830888/posts/default/6073619960403527520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37830888/posts/default/6073619960403527520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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beneath,&lt;br /&gt;Demands to be let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A strong desire is calling,&lt;br /&gt;It rides upon the wind,&lt;br /&gt;It begs for the ultimate release,&lt;br /&gt;Of the storm that lies within.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37830888-1794597704033523026?l=holtac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holtac.blogspot.com/feeds/1794597704033523026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37830888&amp;postID=1794597704033523026&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37830888/posts/default/1794597704033523026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37830888/posts/default/1794597704033523026'/><link rel='alternate' 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/&gt;Causing tears I now regret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long lonely hours, Such long lonely hours&lt;br /&gt;Spent alone with my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;About a sweet love turned sour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long empty days, such long empty days&lt;br /&gt;Seeing people and places &lt;br /&gt;We had seen in happier ways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long lonely nights, such long lonely nights&lt;br /&gt;Sadly waking cold and alone&lt;br /&gt;In the dawn's unfriendly light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time on my hands, so much time on my hands&lt;br /&gt;Spending the hours of my solitude-&lt;br /&gt;Trying hard to understand&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37830888-8415067115914328203?l=holtac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holtac.blogspot.com/feeds/8415067115914328203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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would greet the dawning day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking back on the time gone by,&lt;br /&gt;Wondering exactly where things went awry.&lt;br /&gt;Detesting that I just could not see&lt;br /&gt;That I am the one who brought this affliction upon me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desiring so much to just move on,&lt;br /&gt;Wanting so badly for the pain to be gone.&lt;br /&gt;Hoping endlessly that I could just forget you,&lt;br /&gt;Realizing at last, nothing you said was ever true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quietly questioning why it had to be me;&lt;br /&gt;Did I really deserve your cold cruelty?&lt;br /&gt;Sitting alone with my thoughts tearing me apart,&lt;br /&gt;Why did you aim your arrow straight at my heart?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37830888-1001978973083244560?l=holtac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37830888.post-971528330330215915</id><published>2010-12-23T08:50:00.001-11:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T08:50:41.730-11:00</updated><title type='text'>My Darling Jill by Robert Louis Arehart</title><content type='html'>My Darling Jill&lt;br /&gt;by Robert Louis Arehart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were just a little girl&lt;br /&gt;of maybe years of three.&lt;br /&gt;Close by you'd come, and shyly ask,&lt;br /&gt;to sit upon my knee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd "ride the horsey", 'til I tired,&lt;br /&gt;(you never did, yourself)&lt;br /&gt;then snuggle close against my chest,&lt;br /&gt;just like a tiny elf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd tell you stories, sing you songs,&lt;br /&gt;then stroke your sungold curls...&lt;br /&gt;while marv'ling at your dimpled cheeks -&lt;br /&gt;and tiny teeth - like pearls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An evening's tender moments spent&lt;br /&gt;would fill your pretty head...&lt;br /&gt;with nonsense rhymes and silly things,&lt;br /&gt;'fore off you went, to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd tuck you in so tenderly&lt;br /&gt;and listen to your prayers,&lt;br /&gt;while you would curl and snuggle down,&lt;br /&gt;through all the cover's layers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A kiss you'd beg - a hug, as well,&lt;br /&gt;before I turned the light.&lt;br /&gt;Once more to stall the evening's hour&lt;br /&gt;- and then - a last good night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37830888-971528330330215915?l=holtac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holtac.blogspot.com/feeds/971528330330215915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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tears begin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I know&lt;br /&gt;This trip is one-way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The miles climb&lt;br /&gt;My heart sinks&lt;br /&gt;In every center-line&lt;br /&gt;I see your face&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37830888-5133453110263056326?l=holtac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holtac.blogspot.com/feeds/5133453110263056326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37830888&amp;postID=5133453110263056326&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37830888/posts/default/5133453110263056326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37830888/posts/default/5133453110263056326'/><link rel='alternate' 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turned sour,&lt;br /&gt;All the strong fell weak.&lt;br /&gt;Before the sun even rose,&lt;br /&gt;She lost all control.&lt;br /&gt;She no longer knew who she was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere along the line,&lt;br /&gt;She fell short &lt;br /&gt;Of what everyone wanted from her,&lt;br /&gt;Leaving her &lt;br /&gt;Void, without an identity,&lt;br /&gt;Just a label,&lt;br /&gt;Failure,&lt;br /&gt;Disapointment.&lt;br /&gt;In the privacy of her own mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the pain she suffered,&lt;br /&gt;All the pain she caused,&lt;br /&gt;All the times she was let down,&lt;br /&gt;All the times she let them down,&lt;br /&gt;Came rushing in,&lt;br /&gt;And it became too unbearable.&lt;br /&gt;She has been lost amongst the shuffle &lt;br /&gt;Of those getting higher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She won't be missed.&lt;br /&gt;Today, I lost myself.&lt;br /&gt;The once strong self has quietly exited.&lt;br /&gt;The secure person I once was&lt;br /&gt;Is now gone.&lt;br /&gt;In the wee hours of the morning&lt;br /&gt;My happiness slipped away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the sun even rose&lt;br /&gt;My joyous disposition surrendered to all my pain,&lt;br /&gt;Letting the reality of the world set in.&lt;br /&gt;Today I lost all hope of finding my happy self again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37830888-1450701977408171389?l=holtac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holtac.blogspot.com/feeds/1450701977408171389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37830888&amp;postID=1450701977408171389&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37830888/posts/default/1450701977408171389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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bring you near.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, those dreams -those wonderful dreams&lt;br /&gt;Our souls caress once again &lt;br /&gt;with the sweet scent of flowers in each touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me lay beside you so that your breath may touch my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Give to me the warmth of the sun that lies within your smile.&lt;br /&gt;Come dance with me, my love, amongst the clouds of want and desire.&lt;br /&gt;I must sleep to find the dream I seek within your hazel eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk with me forever into this night's wish,&lt;br /&gt;Let the winds of hope and happiness show us the way.&lt;br /&gt;Grab hold of my arm and feel the strength your love brings,&lt;br /&gt;Our kisses guiding us home from the abyss called - melancholy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, dream girl, who captures my nights?&lt;br /&gt;It's you, who consumes every thought that touches sunlight.&lt;br /&gt;Dare I open my eyes in the hope you lay beside. &lt;br /&gt;May I see, feel and touch what I thought was only a dream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37830888-6155991210975048297?l=holtac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holtac.blogspot.com/feeds/6155991210975048297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37830888&amp;postID=6155991210975048297&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37830888/posts/default/6155991210975048297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37830888/posts/default/6155991210975048297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holtac.blogspot.com/2010/12/she-walks-beside-me-in-my-dreams-by.html' title='She Walks Beside Me In My Dreams by Michael James 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I live for your letters,&lt;br /&gt;Sweet words you send me while we are apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read them so slowly- to make them last longer &lt;br /&gt;But soon they are over and soon YOU depart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For, your letters transport me right to your side, dear,&lt;br /&gt;And while I am reading I feel your kind heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look o'er your shoulder to what you are writing&lt;br /&gt;And leaving I kiss you, when time to depart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you, my darling, I long to be near you &lt;br /&gt;And say all these things I feel in my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, my darling, I want to be near you &lt;br /&gt;I curse every moment we are apart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37830888-3014814702127180883?l=holtac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holtac.blogspot.com/feeds/3014814702127180883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37830888&amp;postID=3014814702127180883&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37830888/posts/default/3014814702127180883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37830888/posts/default/3014814702127180883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holtac.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-miss-you-by-eurlantae.html' title='I Miss You by   Eurlantae'/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01100228907015473449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37830888.post-3111162322873406975</id><published>2010-12-23T08:45:00.001-11:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T08:45:52.958-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart, We Will Forget Him by Emily  Dickinson</title><content type='html'>Heart, We Will Forget Him&lt;br /&gt;by Emily  Dickinson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heart, we will forget him,&lt;br /&gt;You and I, tonight!&lt;br /&gt;You must forget the warmth he gave,&lt;br /&gt;I will forget the light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you have done pray tell me,&lt;br /&gt;Then I, my thoughts, will dim.&lt;br /&gt;Haste! ?lest while you?re lagging&lt;br /&gt;I may remember him!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37830888-3111162322873406975?l=holtac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holtac.blogspot.com/feeds/3111162322873406975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37830888&amp;postID=3111162322873406975&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37830888/posts/default/3111162322873406975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37830888/posts/default/3111162322873406975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holtac.blogspot.com/2010/12/heart-we-will-forget-him-by-emily.html' title='Heart, We Will Forget Him by Emily  Dickinson'/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01100228907015473449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37830888.post-1390858191794559070</id><published>2010-12-23T08:44:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T08:45:21.778-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah, My Beloved by Omar  Khayyam</title><content type='html'>Ah, My Beloved&lt;br /&gt;by Omar  Khayyam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, my beloved, fill the cup that clears&lt;br /&gt;Today of past regrets and future fears;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow?  Why, tomorrow I may be,&lt;br /&gt;Myself, with yesterday's sev'n thousand years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37830888-1390858191794559070?l=holtac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holtac.blogspot.com/feeds/1390858191794559070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37830888&amp;postID=1390858191794559070&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37830888/posts/default/1390858191794559070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37830888/posts/default/1390858191794559070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holtac.blogspot.com/2010/12/ah-my-beloved-by-omar-khayyam.html' title='Ah, My Beloved by Omar  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thee back,&lt;br /&gt;She keeps thee to this purpose, that her skill&lt;br /&gt;May time disgrace and wretched minutes kill.&lt;br /&gt;Yet fear her, O thou minion of her pleasure!&lt;br /&gt;She may detain, but not still keep, her treasure:&lt;br /&gt;Her audit, though delay'd, answer'd must be,&lt;br /&gt;And her quietus is to render thee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37830888-3794338865751727472?l=holtac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holtac.blogspot.com/feeds/3794338865751727472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37830888&amp;postID=3794338865751727472&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37830888/posts/default/3794338865751727472'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;Let the bird of loudest lay&lt;br /&gt;On the sole Arabian tree,&lt;br /&gt;Herald sad and trumpet be,&lt;br /&gt;To whose sound chaste wings obey.&lt;br /&gt;But thou shrieking harbinger,&lt;br /&gt;Foul precurrer of the fiend,&lt;br /&gt;Augur of the fever's end,&lt;br /&gt;To this troop come thou not near.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From this session interdict&lt;br /&gt;Every fowl of tyrant wing&lt;br /&gt;Save the eagle, feather'd king:&lt;br /&gt;Keep the obsequy so strict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the priest in surplice white&lt;br /&gt;That defunctive music can,&lt;br /&gt;Be the death-divining swan,&lt;br /&gt;Lest the requiem lack his right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thou, treble-dated crow,&lt;br /&gt;That thy sable gender mak'st&lt;br /&gt;With the breath thou giv'st and tak'st,&lt;br /&gt;'Mongst our mourners shalt thou go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here the anthem doth commence:—&lt;br /&gt;Love and constancy is dead;&lt;br /&gt;Phoenix and the turtle fled&lt;br /&gt;In a mutual flame from hence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they loved, as love in twain&lt;br /&gt;Had the essence but in one;&lt;br /&gt;Two distincts, division none;&lt;br /&gt;Number there in love was slain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hearts remote, yet not asunder;&lt;br /&gt;Distance, and no space was seen&lt;br /&gt;'Twixt the turtle and his queen:&lt;br /&gt;But in them it were a wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So between them love did shine,&lt;br /&gt;That the turtle saw his right&lt;br /&gt;Flaming in the phoenix' sight;&lt;br /&gt;Either was the other's mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Property was thus appall'd,&lt;br /&gt;That the self was not the same;&lt;br /&gt;Single nature's double name&lt;br /&gt;Neither two nor one was call'd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason, in itself confounded,&lt;br /&gt;Saw division grow together;&lt;br /&gt;To themselves yet either neither;&lt;br /&gt;Simple were so well compounded,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That it cried, 'How true a twain&lt;br /&gt;Seemeth this concordant one!&lt;br /&gt;Love hath reason, reason none&lt;br /&gt;If what parts can so remain.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whereupon it made this threne&lt;br /&gt;To the phoenix and the dove,&lt;br /&gt;Co-supremes and stars of love,&lt;br /&gt;As chorus to their tragic scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THRENOS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEAUTY, truth, and rarity,&lt;br /&gt;Grace in all simplicity,&lt;br /&gt;Here enclosed in cinders lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death is now the phoenix' nest;&lt;br /&gt;And the turtle's loyal breast&lt;br /&gt;To eternity doth rest,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving no posterity:&lt;br /&gt;'Twas not their infirmity,&lt;br /&gt;It was married chastity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth may seem, but cannot be;&lt;br /&gt;Beauty brag, but 'tis not she;&lt;br /&gt;Truth and beauty buried be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To this urn let those repair&lt;br /&gt;That are either true or fair;&lt;br /&gt;For these dead birds sigh a prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE PHOENIX AND THE TURTLE&lt;br /&gt;A POEM BY&lt;br /&gt;WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37830888-9196364719329043493?l=holtac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holtac.blogspot.com/feeds/9196364719329043493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37830888&amp;postID=9196364719329043493&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37830888/posts/default/9196364719329043493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37830888/posts/default/9196364719329043493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holtac.blogspot.com/2010/12/pheonix-and-turtle-by-william.html' title='The Pheonix and the Turtle by William Shakespeare'/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01100228907015473449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37830888.post-8806921954214806076</id><published>2010-12-22T02:51:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T02:52:39.430-11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='William Shakespeare'/><title type='text'>A Lover's Complaint by William Shakespeare</title><content type='html'>A LOVER'S COMPLAINT&lt;br /&gt;A POEM BY&lt;br /&gt;WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From off a hill whose concave womb reworded&lt;br /&gt;A plaintful story from a sist'ring vale,&lt;br /&gt;My spirits t'attend this double voice accorded,&lt;br /&gt;And down I laid to list the sad-tuned tale,&lt;br /&gt;Ere long espied a fickle maid full pale,&lt;br /&gt;Tearing of papers, breaking rings atwain,&lt;br /&gt;Storming her world with sorrow's wind and rain.&lt;br /&gt;Upon her head a platted hive of straw,&lt;br /&gt;Which fortified her visage from the sun,&lt;br /&gt;Whereon the thought might think sometime it saw&lt;br /&gt;The carcase of a beauty spent and done.&lt;br /&gt;Time had not scythed all that youth begun,&lt;br /&gt;Nor youth all quit, but spite of heaven's fell rage&lt;br /&gt;Some beauty peeped through lattice of seared age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oft did she heave her napkin to her eyne,&lt;br /&gt;Which on it had conceited characters,&lt;br /&gt;Laund'ring the silken figures in the brine&lt;br /&gt;That seasoned woe had pelleted in tears,&lt;br /&gt;And often reading what contents it bears;&lt;br /&gt;As often shrieking undistinguished woe&lt;br /&gt;In clamours of all size, both high and low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes her levelled eyes their carriage ride&lt;br /&gt;As they did batt'ry to the spheres intend;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime diverted their poor balls are tied&lt;br /&gt;To th'orbed earth; sometimes they do extend&lt;br /&gt;Their view right on; anon their gazes lend&lt;br /&gt;To every place at once, and nowhere fixed,&lt;br /&gt;The mind and sight distractedly commixed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her hair, nor loose nor tied in formal plait,&lt;br /&gt;Proclaimed in her a careless hand of pride;&lt;br /&gt;For some, untucked, descended her sheaved hat,&lt;br /&gt;Hanging her pale and pined cheek beside;&lt;br /&gt;Some in her threaden fillet still did bide,&lt;br /&gt;And, true to bondage, would not break from thence,&lt;br /&gt;Though slackly braided in loose negligence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A thousand favours from a maund she drew&lt;br /&gt;Of amber, crystal, and of beaded jet,&lt;br /&gt;Which one by one she in a river threw,&lt;br /&gt;Upon whose weeping margent she was set;&lt;br /&gt;Like usury applying wet to wet,&lt;br /&gt;Or monarch's hands that lets not bounty fall&lt;br /&gt;Where want cries some, but where excess begs all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of folded schedules had she many a one,&lt;br /&gt;Which she perused, sighed, tore, and gave the flood;&lt;br /&gt;Cracked many a ring of posied gold and bone,&lt;br /&gt;Bidding them find their sepulchres in mud;&lt;br /&gt;Found yet moe letters sadly penned in blood,&lt;br /&gt;With sleided silk feat and affectedly&lt;br /&gt;Enswathed and sealed to curious secrecy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These often bathed she in her fluxive eyes,&lt;br /&gt;And often kissed, and often 'gan to tear;&lt;br /&gt;Cried "O false blood, thou register of lies,&lt;br /&gt;What unapproved witness dost thou bear!&lt;br /&gt;Ink would have seemed more black and damned here!"&lt;br /&gt;This said, in top of rage the lines she rents,&lt;br /&gt;Big discontent so breaking their contents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A reverend man that grazed his cattle nigh,&lt;br /&gt;Sometime a blusterer that the ruffle knew&lt;br /&gt;Of court, of city, and had let go by&lt;br /&gt;The swiftest hours observed as they flew,&lt;br /&gt;Towards this afflicted fancy fastly drew,&lt;br /&gt;And, privileged by age, desires to know&lt;br /&gt;In brief the grounds and motives of her woe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So slides he down upon his grained bat,&lt;br /&gt;And comely distant sits he by her side,&lt;br /&gt;When he again desires her, being sat,&lt;br /&gt;Her grievance with his hearing to divide.&lt;br /&gt;If that from him there may be aught applied&lt;br /&gt;Which may her suffering ecstasy assuage,&lt;br /&gt;'Tis promised in the charity of age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Father," she says "though in me you behold&lt;br /&gt;The injury of many a blasting hour,&lt;br /&gt;Let it not tell your judgement I am old:&lt;br /&gt;Not age, but sorrow over me hath power.&lt;br /&gt;I might as yet have been a spreading flower,&lt;br /&gt;Fresh to myself, if I had self-applied&lt;br /&gt;Love to myself, and to no love beside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But, woe is me! too early I attended&lt;br /&gt;A youthful suit -it was to gain my grace -&lt;br /&gt;O, one by nature's outwards so commended&lt;br /&gt;That maidens' eyes stuck over all his face.&lt;br /&gt;Love lacked a dwelling and made him her place;&lt;br /&gt;And when in his fair parts she did abide&lt;br /&gt;She was new-lodged and newly deified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"His browny locks did hang in crooked curls,&lt;br /&gt;And every light occasion of the wind&lt;br /&gt;Upon his lips their silken parcels hurls.&lt;br /&gt;What's sweet to do, to do will aptly find:&lt;br /&gt;Each eye that saw him did enchant the mind,&lt;br /&gt;For on his visage was in little drawn&lt;br /&gt;What largeness thinks in Paradise was sawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Small show of man was yet upon his chin;&lt;br /&gt;His phoenix down began but to appear,&lt;br /&gt;Like unshorn velvet, on that termless skin,&lt;br /&gt;Whose bare outbragged the web it seemed to wear;&lt;br /&gt;Yet showed his visage by that cost more dear,&lt;br /&gt;And nice affections wavering stood in doubt&lt;br /&gt;If best were as it was, or best without.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"His qualities were beauteous as his form,&lt;br /&gt;For maiden-tongued he was, and thereof free;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, if men moved him, was he such a storm&lt;br /&gt;As oft twixt May and April is to see,&lt;br /&gt;When winds breathe sweet, unruly though they be.&lt;br /&gt;His rudeness so with his authorized youth&lt;br /&gt;Did livery falseness in a pride of truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well could he ride, and often men would say&lt;br /&gt;`That horse his mettle from his rider takes:&lt;br /&gt;Proud of subjection, noble by the sway,&lt;br /&gt;What rounds, what bounds, what course, what stop he makes!'&lt;br /&gt;And controversy hence a question takes,&lt;br /&gt;Whether the horse by him became his deed,&lt;br /&gt;Or he his manage by th' well-doing steed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But quickly on this side the verdict went:&lt;br /&gt;His real habitude gave life and grace&lt;br /&gt;To appertainings and to ornament,&lt;br /&gt;Accomplished in himself, not in his case.&lt;br /&gt;All aids, themselves made fairer by their place,&lt;br /&gt;Came for additions; yet their purposed trim&lt;br /&gt;Pieced not his grace, but were all graced by him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So on the tip of his subduing tongue&lt;br /&gt;All kind of arguments and question deep,&lt;br /&gt;All replication prompt, and reason strong,&lt;br /&gt;For his advantage still did wake and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;To make the weeper laugh, the laugher weep,&lt;br /&gt;He had the dialect and different skill,&lt;br /&gt;Catching all passions in his craft of will,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That he did in the general bosom reign&lt;br /&gt;Of young, of old, and sexes both enchanted,&lt;br /&gt;To dwell with him in thoughts, or to remain&lt;br /&gt;In personal duty, following where he haunted.&lt;br /&gt;Consents bewitched, ere he desire, have granted,&lt;br /&gt;And dialogued for him what he would say,&lt;br /&gt;Asked their own wills, and made their wills obey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Many there were that did his picture get&lt;br /&gt;To serve their eyes, and in it put their mind;&lt;br /&gt;Like fools that in th'imagination set&lt;br /&gt;The goodly objects which abroad they find&lt;br /&gt;Of lands and mansions, theirs in thought assigned,&lt;br /&gt;And labour in moe pleasures to bestow them&lt;br /&gt;Than the true gouty landlord which doth owe them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So many have, that never touched his hand,&lt;br /&gt;Sweetly supposed them mistress of his heart.&lt;br /&gt;My woeful self, that did in freedom stand,&lt;br /&gt;And was my own fee-simple, not in part,&lt;br /&gt;What with his art in youth, and youth in art,&lt;br /&gt;Threw my affections in his charmed power,&lt;br /&gt;Reserved the stalk and gave him all my flower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yet did I not, as some my equals did,&lt;br /&gt;Demand of him, nor being desired yielded;&lt;br /&gt;Finding myself in honour so forbid,&lt;br /&gt;With safest distance I mine honour shielded.&lt;br /&gt;Experience for me many bulwarks builded&lt;br /&gt;Of proofs new-bleeding, which remained the foil&lt;br /&gt;Of this false jewel and his amorous spoil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But ah, who ever shunned by precedent&lt;br /&gt;The destined ill she must herself assay?&lt;br /&gt;Or forced examples 'gainst her own content&lt;br /&gt;To put the by-past perils in her way?&lt;br /&gt;Counsel may stop awhile what will not stay,&lt;br /&gt;For when we rage, advice is often seen&lt;br /&gt;By blunting us to make our wills more keen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nor gives it satisfaction to our blood&lt;br /&gt;That we must curb it upon others' proof,&lt;br /&gt;To be forbod the sweets that seems so good&lt;br /&gt;For fear of harms that preach in our behoof.&lt;br /&gt;O appetite, from judgement stand aloof!&lt;br /&gt;The one a palate hath that needs will taste,&lt;br /&gt;Though reason weep, and cry `It is thy last'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For further I could say this man's untrue,&lt;br /&gt;And knew the patterns of his foul beguiling;&lt;br /&gt;Heard where his plants in others' orchards grew;&lt;br /&gt;Saw how deceits were gilded in his smiling;&lt;br /&gt;Knew vows were ever brokers to defiling;&lt;br /&gt;Thought characters and words merely but art,&lt;br /&gt;And bastards of his foul adulterate heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And long upon these terms I held my city,&lt;br /&gt;Till thus he 'gan besiege me: `Gentle maid,&lt;br /&gt;Have of my suffering youth some feeling pity,&lt;br /&gt;And be not of my holy vows afraid.&lt;br /&gt;That's to ye sworn to none was ever said;&lt;br /&gt;For feasts of love I have been called unto,&lt;br /&gt;Till now did ne'er invite nor never woo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" `All my offences that abroad you see&lt;br /&gt;Are errors of the blood, none of the mind;&lt;br /&gt;Love made them not; with acture they may be,&lt;br /&gt;Where neither party is nor true nor kind.&lt;br /&gt;They sought their shame that so their shame did find;&lt;br /&gt;And so much less of shame in me remains&lt;br /&gt;By how much of me their reproach contains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" `Among the many that mine eyes have seen,&lt;br /&gt;Not one whose flame my heart so much as warmed,&lt;br /&gt;Or my affection put to th' smallest teen,&lt;br /&gt;Or any of my leisures ever charmed.&lt;br /&gt;Harm have I done to them, but ne'er was harmed;&lt;br /&gt;Kept hearts in liveries, but mine own was free,&lt;br /&gt;And reigned commanding in his monarchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" `Look here what tributes wounded fancies sent me&lt;br /&gt;Of pallid pearls and rubies red as blood,&lt;br /&gt;Figuring that they their passions likewise lent me&lt;br /&gt;Of grief and blushes, aptly understood&lt;br /&gt;In bloodless white and the encrimsoned mood -&lt;br /&gt;Effects of terror and dear modesty,&lt;br /&gt;Encamped in hearts, but fighting outwardly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" `And lo, behold these talents of their hair,&lt;br /&gt;With twisted metal amorously impleached,&lt;br /&gt;I have received from many a several fair,&lt;br /&gt;Their kind acceptance weepingly beseeched,&lt;br /&gt;With the annexions of fair gems enriched,&lt;br /&gt;And deep-brained sonnets that did amplify&lt;br /&gt;Each stone's dear nature, worth, and quality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" `The diamond? -why, 'twas beautiful and hard,&lt;br /&gt;Whereto his invised properties did tend;&lt;br /&gt;The deep-green em'rald, in whose fresh regard&lt;br /&gt;Weak sights their sickly radiance do amend;&lt;br /&gt;The heaven-hued sapphire and the opal blend&lt;br /&gt;With objects manifold: each several stone,&lt;br /&gt;With wit well blazoned, smiled or made some moan.&lt;br /&gt;" `Lo, all these trophies of affections hot,&lt;br /&gt;Of pensived and subdued desires the tender,&lt;br /&gt;Nature hath charged me that I hoard them not,&lt;br /&gt;But yield them up where I myself must render -&lt;br /&gt;That is to you, my origin and ender;&lt;br /&gt;For these, of force, must your oblations be,&lt;br /&gt;Since I their altar, you enpatron me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" `O then advance of yours that phraseless hand,&lt;br /&gt;Whose white weighs down the airy scale of praise.&lt;br /&gt;Take all these similes to your own command,&lt;br /&gt;Hallowed with sighs that burning lungs did raise.&lt;br /&gt;What me your minister, for you obeys,&lt;br /&gt;Works under you, and to your audit comes&lt;br /&gt;Their distract parcels in combined sums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" `Lo, this device was sent me from a nun,&lt;br /&gt;A sister sanctified, of holiest note,&lt;br /&gt;Which late her noble suit in court did shun,&lt;br /&gt;Whose rarest havings made the blossoms dote;&lt;br /&gt;For she was sought by spirits of richest coat,&lt;br /&gt;But kept cold distance, and did thence remove&lt;br /&gt;To spend her living in eternal love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" `But, O my sweet, what labour is't to leave&lt;br /&gt;The thing we have not, mast'ring what not strives,&lt;br /&gt;Planing the place which did no form receive,&lt;br /&gt;Playing patient sports in unconstrained gyves!&lt;br /&gt;She that her fame so to herself contrives,&lt;br /&gt;The scars of battle scapeth by the flight,&lt;br /&gt;And makes her absence valiant, not her might.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" `O pardon me, in that my boast is true!&lt;br /&gt;The accident which brought me to her eye&lt;br /&gt;Upon the moment did her force subdue,&lt;br /&gt;And now she would the caged cloister fly:&lt;br /&gt;Religious love put out religion's eye.&lt;br /&gt;Not to be tempted, would she be immured,&lt;br /&gt;And now to tempt, all liberty procured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" `How mighty then you are, O hear me tell!&lt;br /&gt;The broken bosoms that to me belong&lt;br /&gt;Have emptied all their fountains in my well,&lt;br /&gt;And mine I pour your ocean all among.&lt;br /&gt;I strong o'er them, and you o'er me being strong,&lt;br /&gt;Must for your victory us all congest,&lt;br /&gt;As compound love to physic your cold breast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" `My parts had power to charm a sacred nun,&lt;br /&gt;Who, disciplined, ay, dieted in grace,&lt;br /&gt;Believed her eyes when they t'assail begun,&lt;br /&gt;All vows and consecrations giving place.&lt;br /&gt;O most potential love! -vow, bond, nor space,&lt;br /&gt;In thee hath neither sting, knot, nor confine,&lt;br /&gt;For thou art all, and all things else are thine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" `When thou impressest, what are precepts worth&lt;br /&gt;Of stale example? When thou wilt inflame,&lt;br /&gt;How coldly those impediments stand forth,&lt;br /&gt;Of wealth, of filial fear, law, kindred, fame!&lt;br /&gt;Love's arms are peace, 'gainst rule, 'gainst sense, 'gainst shame;&lt;br /&gt;And sweetens, in the suff'ring pangs it bears,&lt;br /&gt;The aloes of all forces, shocks, and fears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" `Now all these hearts that do on mine depend,&lt;br /&gt;Feeling it break, with bleeding groans they pine,&lt;br /&gt;And supplicant their sighs to you extend,&lt;br /&gt;To leave the batt'ry that you make 'gainst mine,&lt;br /&gt;Lending soft audience to my sweet design,&lt;br /&gt;And credent soul to that strong-bonded oath&lt;br /&gt;That shall prefer and undertake my troth.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This said, his wat'ry eyes he did dismount,&lt;br /&gt;whose sights till then were levelled on my face;&lt;br /&gt;Each cheek a river running from a fount&lt;br /&gt;With brinish current downward flowed apace.&lt;br /&gt;O how the channel to the stream gave grace!&lt;br /&gt;Who glazed with crystal gate the glowing roses&lt;br /&gt;That flame through water which their hue encloses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O father, what a hell of witchcraft lies&lt;br /&gt;In the small orb of one particular tear!&lt;br /&gt;But with the inundation of the eyes&lt;br /&gt;What rocky heart to water will not wear?&lt;br /&gt;What breast so cold that is not warmed here?&lt;br /&gt;O cleft effect! Cold modesty, hot wrath,&lt;br /&gt;Both fire from hence and chill extincture hath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For lo, his passion, but an art of craft,&lt;br /&gt;Even there resolved my reason into tears;&lt;br /&gt;There my white stole of chastity I daffed,&lt;br /&gt;Shook off my sober guards and civil fears;&lt;br /&gt;Appear to him as he to me appears,&lt;br /&gt;All melting; though our drops this diff'rence bore:&lt;br /&gt;His poisoned me, and mine did him restore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In him a plenitude of subtle matter,&lt;br /&gt;Applied to cautels, all strange forms receives,&lt;br /&gt;Of burning blushes or of weeping water,&lt;br /&gt;Or swooning paleness; and he takes and leaves,&lt;br /&gt;In either's aptness, as it best deceives,&lt;br /&gt;To blush at speeches rank, to weep at woes,&lt;br /&gt;Or to turn white and swoon at tragic shows,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That not a heart which in his level came&lt;br /&gt;Could scape the hail of his all-hurting aim,&lt;br /&gt;Showing fair nature is both kind and tame;&lt;br /&gt;And, veiled in them, did win whom he would maim.&lt;br /&gt;Against the thing he sought he would exclaim;&lt;br /&gt;When he most burned in heart-wished luxury&lt;br /&gt;He preached pure maid and praised cold chastity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thus merely with the garment of a grace&lt;br /&gt;The naked and concealed fiend he covered,&lt;br /&gt;That th'unexperient gave the tempter place,&lt;br /&gt;Which like a cherubin above them hovered.&lt;br /&gt;Who, young and simple, would not be so lovered?&lt;br /&gt;Ay me, I fell; and yet do question make&lt;br /&gt;What I should do again for such a sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O, that infected moisture of his eye,&lt;br /&gt;O, that false fire which in his cheek so glowed,&lt;br /&gt;O, that forced thunder from his heart did fly,&lt;br /&gt;O, that sad breath his spongy lungs bestowed,&lt;br /&gt;O, all that borrowed motion, seeming owed,&lt;br /&gt;Would yet again betray the fore-betrayed,&lt;br /&gt;And new pervert a reconciled maid." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A LOVER'S COMPLAINT&lt;br /&gt;A POEM BY&lt;br /&gt;WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37830888-8806921954214806076?l=holtac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holtac.blogspot.com/feeds/8806921954214806076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37830888&amp;postID=8806921954214806076&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37830888/posts/default/8806921954214806076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37830888/posts/default/8806921954214806076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holtac.blogspot.com/2010/12/lovers-complaint-by-william-shakespeare.html' title='A Lover&apos;s Complaint by William Shakespeare'/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01100228907015473449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37830888.post-1085148730678581442</id><published>2010-12-20T10:25:00.002-11:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T10:26:09.527-11:00</updated><title type='text'>My Love For You by Lily  Tchen</title><content type='html'>My Love For You&lt;br /&gt;by Lily  Tchen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From morning to night, I dream of you,&lt;br /&gt;How much I love you, you'll never know.&lt;br /&gt;You are the light that brightens my day,&lt;br /&gt;And the warmth I feel in the cold.&lt;br /&gt;I look at your pictures on my wall,&lt;br /&gt;And beyond those pictures, here's what I see&lt;br /&gt;A man who's sensitive, yet caring&lt;br /&gt;For the rest of my life, you're the one for me.&lt;br /&gt;I listen to the words of your music, &lt;br /&gt;Each word you sing goes straight to my heart.&lt;br /&gt;The charm you carry in your voice &lt;br /&gt;Has stayed with me since the very start.&lt;br /&gt;I imagine looking at your gorgeous face&lt;br /&gt;And being tightly held in your arms.&lt;br /&gt;What I would feel in that precious moment&lt;br /&gt;Would keep me away from all pain and harm.&lt;br /&gt;When you were on stage in concert &lt;br /&gt;And you looked directly into my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;My whole body just shattered all over,&lt;br /&gt;That magic moment made one unforgettable night.&lt;br /&gt;I've been looked upon as foolish,&lt;br /&gt;For planning something that will never be.&lt;br /&gt;For being in love with a star like you&lt;br /&gt;And to think that there's a chance for you and me.&lt;br /&gt;But I don't care what they say or think,&lt;br /&gt;All that matters is my love is true.&lt;br /&gt;No one in this world can ever take the place&lt;br /&gt;I saved in my heart just for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37830888-1085148730678581442?l=holtac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holtac.blogspot.com/feeds/1085148730678581442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37830888&amp;postID=1085148730678581442&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37830888/posts/default/1085148730678581442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37830888/posts/default/1085148730678581442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holtac.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-love-for-you-by-lily-tchen.html' title='My Love For You by Lily  Tchen'/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01100228907015473449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37830888.post-5561858260627583641</id><published>2010-12-20T10:25:00.001-11:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T10:25:31.248-11:00</updated><title type='text'>We Love Eachother by Denora  Marie Cuin</title><content type='html'>We Love Eachother&lt;br /&gt;by Denora  Marie Cuin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you love me and care so much,&lt;br /&gt;that feeling in my body you love to touch.&lt;br /&gt;Your arms around me, oh so tight,&lt;br /&gt;I want them there all day and night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You fill my heart with all your love,&lt;br /&gt;It gives my body this great big shove.&lt;br /&gt;This feeling in my body is so very strong,&lt;br /&gt;I swear to you baby, I'll never do you wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have so much in common, we have so much to share,&lt;br /&gt;but every time I look at you, I'm sorry, I have to stare.&lt;br /&gt;You're going to be my husband and I know that you'll be there,&lt;br /&gt;Because when it comes to thinking about it, I know we really care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope we're together for the rest of our life,&lt;br /&gt;Because, damn babe, I really wanna be your wife.&lt;br /&gt;I love you so much, I will never leave,&lt;br /&gt;I promise, baby, we'll always be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So oh baby, please, we have to try,&lt;br /&gt;because I wanna be with you till . . . &lt;br /&gt;                                      THE DAY I DIE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37830888.post-5068552128435720874</id><published>2010-12-20T10:24:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T10:25:06.183-11:00</updated><title type='text'>My love by   Kymber</title><content type='html'>My love&lt;br /&gt;by   Kymber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see you everywhere,&lt;br /&gt;And yet you are nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;I feel your breath on my neck,&lt;br /&gt;Your warm lips pressed against mine,&lt;br /&gt;But when i reach out to you&lt;br /&gt;You aren't there.&lt;br /&gt;Can it be my imagination?&lt;br /&gt;How can you be so real?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you live inside me,&lt;br /&gt;A piece of your soul, &lt;br /&gt;But our bodies do not know each other.&lt;br /&gt;I dream of the day we will meet.&lt;br /&gt;The overwhelming feelings,&lt;br /&gt;Bursting at the seams. &lt;br /&gt;You are my true love,&lt;br /&gt;My destiny. &lt;br /&gt;Until we meet, &lt;br /&gt;I will hold you in my heart. &lt;br /&gt;And pray you will soon find me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37830888-5068552128435720874?l=holtac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holtac.blogspot.com/feeds/5068552128435720874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37830888&amp;postID=5068552128435720874&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37830888/posts/default/5068552128435720874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37830888/posts/default/5068552128435720874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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left with a reminder&lt;br /&gt;Of the way you made me feel.&lt;br /&gt;Wishing for the past,&lt;br /&gt;Trying to avoid tommorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Knowing you won't be there&lt;br /&gt;And I will be left with my sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell myself not to care and to be strong,&lt;br /&gt;Still, I will be asking... &lt;br /&gt;What went wrong?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37830888-6394933770481868541?l=holtac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holtac.blogspot.com/feeds/6394933770481868541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37830888&amp;postID=6394933770481868541&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37830888/posts/default/6394933770481868541'/><link 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love,&lt;br /&gt;from under small rocks creep&lt;br /&gt;the hearts of those who weep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In regard to the living, one of a kind;&lt;br /&gt;a man who seemed to forget &lt;br /&gt;that he held the hand of time.&lt;br /&gt;He fell in love one day and for his secret he let go,&lt;br /&gt;and lived all well, with his key unturned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one day his time had come and with his heart full &lt;br /&gt;and his mind betrayed, he lay awake with the pain of knowing,&lt;br /&gt;until he felt the life going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In his mind the love was gone;&lt;br /&gt;all thoughts were on the key to time, &lt;br /&gt;and how it had slipped his mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till dawn comes may no one be shunned,&lt;br /&gt;within and without shall no one shout.&lt;br /&gt;Together with life in mind will someone please&lt;br /&gt;calm the waves of time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in the end when all is gone&lt;br /&gt;nothing will matter for the time has come.&lt;br /&gt;Love itself is the key,&lt;br /&gt;so let it be known that the secret breathes,&lt;br /&gt;and is passed on to all which lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let all who go be the ones to know. &lt;br /&gt;Turn the key to end the line,&lt;br /&gt;and only then will the waves of time &lt;br /&gt;end their savage lie,&lt;br /&gt;to all mankind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37830888-3569936608062419252?l=holtac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holtac.blogspot.com/feeds/3569936608062419252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37830888&amp;postID=3569936608062419252&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37830888/posts/default/3569936608062419252'/><link 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Fakus</title><content type='html'>Love Dance&lt;br /&gt;by Sunday B. Fakus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If passion were the rhythm of romance,&lt;br /&gt;by which fears were cast in doubts,&lt;br /&gt;then you and I were destined to dance&lt;br /&gt;with our hearts closely synchronized.&lt;br /&gt;You and I were meant for the leap&lt;br /&gt;with our lips rhyming to silent hits;&lt;br /&gt;Even though the night seemed to flee...&lt;br /&gt;We still swung our hips to the beat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the scene became our passion's guide&lt;br /&gt;while we held tightly, closer than the air...&lt;br /&gt;We looked each other straight in the eyes&lt;br /&gt;and moved our feet one at a time...&lt;br /&gt;You and I swiftly rolled and turned&lt;br /&gt;as we slowly moved from left to right;&lt;br /&gt;even though the pleasure was brief,&lt;br /&gt;our lips traced each other in kiss...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hand in hand we simply danced all night,&lt;br /&gt;in sweet embrace we gripped airtight,&lt;br /&gt;I saw my dreams unfolded in your arms&lt;br /&gt;as my eyes shed all their tears.&lt;br /&gt;The mood was right and the time was ripe,&lt;br /&gt;and the moment drove away all our fears.&lt;br /&gt;The music played and the rhythm was great,&lt;br /&gt;as you and I danced the greatest love dance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37830888-915883913373210495?l=holtac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holtac.blogspot.com/feeds/915883913373210495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37830888&amp;postID=915883913373210495&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37830888/posts/default/915883913373210495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37830888/posts/default/915883913373210495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holtac.blogspot.com/2010/12/love-dance-by-sunday-b-fakus.html' title='Love Dance by Sunday B. Fakus'/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01100228907015473449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37830888.post-5823869208396207359</id><published>2010-12-20T10:18:00.003-11:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T10:18:49.095-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Love You Forever by Taylor Marie Westfall</title><content type='html'>Love You Forever&lt;br /&gt;by Taylor Marie Westfall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look at the stars&lt;br /&gt;And I look at the moon&lt;br /&gt;But nothing compares&lt;br /&gt;To me looking at you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll love you forever&lt;br /&gt;And forever we'll be&lt;br /&gt;Both of us together&lt;br /&gt;Forever, you'll see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may not know I see you&lt;br /&gt;You may not know I care&lt;br /&gt;But one day I'll get the courage&lt;br /&gt;One day, I'll share&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watch you every day&lt;br /&gt;You're wonderful heavenly grace&lt;br /&gt;I love you in every way&lt;br /&gt;I just can't show my face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're perfect for each other&lt;br /&gt;If you only knew&lt;br /&gt;We were meant for each other&lt;br /&gt;You would feel it too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll love your forever&lt;br /&gt;And forever we'll be&lt;br /&gt;Always together&lt;br /&gt;Forever, you'll see&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37830888-5823869208396207359?l=holtac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holtac.blogspot.com/feeds/5823869208396207359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37830888.post-6927919969131035549</id><published>2010-12-20T10:18:00.001-11:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T10:18:23.501-11:00</updated><title type='text'>My Honey Bee by D Rico Alleyne</title><content type='html'>My Honey Bee&lt;br /&gt;by D Rico Alleyne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My honey bee...&lt;br /&gt;She glides with such industry&lt;br /&gt;My honey bee,&lt;br /&gt;Buzzing vehemently&lt;br /&gt;For the entire world to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early she seeks the nurture&lt;br /&gt;From her chosen flower;&lt;br /&gt;My pollenating love,&lt;br /&gt;In the splendid sunlight&lt;br /&gt;From above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's my honey bee&lt;br /&gt;Ebony in colour&lt;br /&gt;From flower to flower&lt;br /&gt;She's my bumble bee....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or she could be&lt;br /&gt;Smooth, brown and so fine&lt;br /&gt;She would still be mine&lt;br /&gt;So full of glee&lt;br /&gt;And with buzzing ecstasy,&lt;br /&gt;My honey bee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37830888-6927919969131035549?l=holtac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holtac.blogspot.com/feeds/6927919969131035549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37830888&amp;postID=6927919969131035549&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37830888/posts/default/6927919969131035549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37830888/posts/default/6927919969131035549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holtac.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-honey-bee-by-d-rico-alleyne.html' title='My Honey Bee by D Rico Alleyne'/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01100228907015473449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37830888.post-1315494152684600253</id><published>2010-12-20T10:17:00.001-11:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T10:17:58.521-11:00</updated><title type='text'>You Are by Tabby  M</title><content type='html'>You Are&lt;br /&gt;by Tabby  M&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in a world full of confusion &lt;br /&gt;you are my shining star&lt;br /&gt;i want to be with you &lt;br /&gt;wherever you are&lt;br /&gt;to feel your arms around me &lt;br /&gt;all of your love embrace&lt;br /&gt;to know that you are with me &lt;br /&gt;just to see it in your face&lt;br /&gt;you read me like a book&lt;br /&gt;you know my every look&lt;br /&gt;as you peer into my eyes&lt;br /&gt;i know you tell me no lies&lt;br /&gt;i feel our love is strong&lt;br /&gt;and will last forever long&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37830888-1315494152684600253?l=holtac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holtac.blogspot.com/feeds/1315494152684600253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37830888&amp;postID=1315494152684600253&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37830888/posts/default/1315494152684600253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37830888/posts/default/1315494152684600253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holtac.blogspot.com/2010/12/you-are-by-tabby-m.html' title='You Are by Tabby  M'/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01100228907015473449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37830888.post-8402880899968170326</id><published>2010-12-20T10:16:00.001-11:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T10:16:59.719-11:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll Wait for you by Joy M Cardenas</title><content type='html'>I'll Wait for you&lt;br /&gt;by Joy M Cardenas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the first week of school&lt;br /&gt;When i saw your angelic face&lt;br /&gt;From that day on, i knew&lt;br /&gt;Someday you'd be mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited for that day to come&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting, still&lt;br /&gt;Wondering if you really like me&lt;br /&gt;As much as i like you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the day I first saw you,&lt;br /&gt;I was walking with some friends,&lt;br /&gt;As they saw you and said&lt;br /&gt;"Look how pretty she is"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned around&lt;br /&gt;And you smiled at me&lt;br /&gt;With those cute lil' eyes of yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They tell me you like me,&lt;br /&gt;They say you want me&lt;br /&gt;But you don't even seem like you care&lt;br /&gt;Just whenever you see me&lt;br /&gt;You say "HI", and walk away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you talk to me&lt;br /&gt;My heart starts to tremble&lt;br /&gt;Just staring at your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Makes me blush and &lt;br /&gt;Put my mouth on mute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand what I feel for you&lt;br /&gt;You seem too perfect&lt;br /&gt;And inside me, i'm feeling sadness&lt;br /&gt;Just thinking that&lt;br /&gt;You might be playing with my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm already broken hearted &lt;br /&gt;For some fool tore it apart&lt;br /&gt;And left me cryin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But everytime you're near me&lt;br /&gt;You heal the pain i feel&lt;br /&gt;You take away all my sorrows&lt;br /&gt;And make me wish... there's always Tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know &lt;br /&gt;That i really do like you&lt;br /&gt;And no matter how long&lt;br /&gt;It'll take for you to like back&lt;br /&gt;I'll be here waiting for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37830888-8402880899968170326?l=holtac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holtac.blogspot.com/feeds/8402880899968170326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37830888&amp;postID=8402880899968170326&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37830888/posts/default/8402880899968170326'/><link rel='self' 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are so sweet and kind, &lt;br /&gt;someone like you is so hard to find.&lt;br /&gt;We may have had our ups and downs,&lt;br /&gt;but there have been more smiles than frowns.&lt;br /&gt;You make me feel special in every way,&lt;br /&gt;and you always seem to brighten my day.&lt;br /&gt;We talk about our future together,&lt;br /&gt;and know we'll be together forever,&lt;br /&gt;'coz you are the one I will always love,&lt;br /&gt;and you are my angel sent from above.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37830888-3462437065344636811?l=holtac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holtac.blogspot.com/feeds/3462437065344636811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37830888&amp;postID=3462437065344636811&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day you come home from work,&lt;br /&gt;And every day you don't say a word,&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know how much that can hurt?&lt;br /&gt;And every day I leave for work,&lt;br /&gt;Kiss the kids goodbye,&lt;br /&gt;But you are so cold inside,&lt;br /&gt;But why?&lt;br /&gt;I wake up every day but you are gone,&lt;br /&gt;I should have know it all along,&lt;br /&gt;I lay here in bed crying,&lt;br /&gt;It's an every day song,&lt;br /&gt;I try to act normal but inside I'm dying,&lt;br /&gt;To know that the kids don't know what's going on,&lt;br /&gt;You are at her house,&lt;br /&gt;And I know it,&lt;br /&gt;But what about your spouse?&lt;br /&gt;You are unhappy and I can see,&lt;br /&gt;You should have just told me,&lt;br /&gt;And a lot of pain you could have saved me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37830888-1845570027811993479?l=holtac.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37830888.post-6426049375509928837</id><published>2010-12-20T10:14:00.002-11:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T10:15:07.314-11:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dearest Love by JOse Shakespeare Hernandez</title><content type='html'>My Dearest Love&lt;br /&gt;by JOse Shakespeare HErnandez (MofO2?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my dearest love I write this piece,&lt;br /&gt;To the one who never leaves my heart:&lt;br /&gt;The one who never leaves my mind&lt;br /&gt;And the one who never leaves my soul.&lt;br /&gt;The picture in my head of you is everlasting.&lt;br /&gt;As if it were burned into my brain.&lt;br /&gt;Everytime you pass by, my heart skips a beat.&lt;br /&gt;Everytime you look at me, I feel speechless.&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I talk to you, it feels like a moment of heaven.&lt;br /&gt;Everytime you smile at me, I feel my heart melt.&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you're happy, it brings a smile to my face.&lt;br /&gt;No matter how down I may feel, you can always bring me up.&lt;br /&gt;I appreciate you more than words can describe.&lt;br /&gt;But you give me this feeling of emptiness inside.&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere I look, something reminds me of you.&lt;br /&gt;So I can't forget all the pain and hurt that stays inside of me.&lt;br /&gt;I've been betrayed and hurt before, but nothing has ever hurt more&lt;br /&gt;Than the look in your eyes when you say, "I can't".&lt;br /&gt;Even though I pray to god for, "I will".&lt;br /&gt;All that runs through my mind all day is, why do I hurt myself?&lt;br /&gt;Why do I make the wound in my heart deeper?&lt;br /&gt;The more I think about it, the harder it is to let go.&lt;br /&gt;The harder it is to let go of my dearest love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37830888-6426049375509928837?l=holtac.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37830888.post-4292738613102446791</id><published>2010-12-20T10:14:00.001-11:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T10:14:16.179-11:00</updated><title type='text'>What You Mean To Me by Sarah Ann Struszczyk</title><content type='html'>What You Mean To Me&lt;br /&gt;by Sarah Ann Struszczyk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I talk to you, my heart rejoices;&lt;br /&gt;My stomach flutters rapidly once I hear your voice.&lt;br /&gt;I can't explain why I like you the way I do.&lt;br /&gt;If only we could be close, I'd love to be next to you.&lt;br /&gt;I think of you all the time, &lt;br /&gt;You're the only one who is ever on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;I can see myself with you for eternity.&lt;br /&gt;I pray each night that you and I are meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;Why do I always think of you?&lt;br /&gt;Why am I in love with the things you do?&lt;br /&gt;Just to feel your lips on mine,&lt;br /&gt;Will make me want you till the end of time.&lt;br /&gt;I yearn for you to be close to me.&lt;br /&gt;I want you and me to be reality.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me the reasons why I shouldn?t love you so.&lt;br /&gt;If you give me a good enough reason, then I will let you go.&lt;br /&gt;I only want to see you happy.&lt;br /&gt;I want us to be forever...no more living crappy.&lt;br /&gt;My heart calls for you...it says your name.&lt;br /&gt;Can't you hear it, wanting the same?&lt;br /&gt;All I ever wanted was a man like you.&lt;br /&gt;Let me hold on for eternity, my whole life through.&lt;br /&gt;Please don?t be sad that we're far apart.&lt;br /&gt;If I see a tear drop it will break my heart.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be able to make you smile.&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know that waiting for me will be worth your while.&lt;br /&gt;When I see you, Baby, please don?t speak!&lt;br /&gt;Just catch me before I fall because you make me feel weak.&lt;br /&gt;I love you so much. I want you for life.&lt;br /&gt;I want to have your kid and one day be your wife.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37830888-4292738613102446791?l=holtac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holtac.blogspot.com/feeds/4292738613102446791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37830888&amp;postID=4292738613102446791&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37830888/posts/default/4292738613102446791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37830888/posts/default/4292738613102446791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holtac.blogspot.com/2010/12/what-you-mean-to-me-by-sarah-ann.html' title='What You Mean To Me by Sarah Ann Struszczyk'/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01100228907015473449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37830888.post-3199911965637969269</id><published>2010-12-20T10:13:00.003-11:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T10:13:45.917-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Binding Of Our Hearts by Sunday B. Fakus</title><content type='html'>Binding Of Our Hearts&lt;br /&gt;by Sunday B. Fakus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flowers and roses, gifts of love;&lt;br /&gt;From me to you from the bottom of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;In wedlock with you I will spend my days.&lt;br /&gt;I will think of you as long as I live.&lt;br /&gt;Overwhelmed by joy for your sake&lt;br /&gt;As the grass is covered with snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I stretched my hand straight to you,&lt;br /&gt;I could feel the vibration of your love.&lt;br /&gt;As my desire kept rising to the sky,&lt;br /&gt;I could sense the union of our souls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exhilarating streams of peace and pride,&lt;br /&gt;Accelerating our moods for a sweet delight.&lt;br /&gt;Flowing river of feelings that has no end,&lt;br /&gt;Binding our hearts at the speed of light.&lt;br /&gt;When love meets love in the blue ocean,&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts of death will vanish from our minds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37830888-3199911965637969269?l=holtac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holtac.blogspot.com/feeds/3199911965637969269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37830888&amp;postID=3199911965637969269&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37830888/posts/default/3199911965637969269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37830888/posts/default/3199911965637969269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holtac.blogspot.com/2010/12/binding-of-our-hearts-by-sunday-b-fakus.html' title='Binding Of Our Hearts by Sunday B. Fakus'/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01100228907015473449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37830888.post-8723433718866264779</id><published>2010-12-20T10:13:00.001-11:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T10:13:25.508-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Will You by   Raveon</title><content type='html'>Will You&lt;br /&gt;by   Raveon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you still love me with pillow hair&lt;br /&gt;Will you still love me even if it is a scare&lt;br /&gt;Will you still love me when my butt is bare&lt;br /&gt;Will you still love me if i'm fat as a pear&lt;br /&gt;Will you still love me if i'm hairy as a bear&lt;br /&gt;Will you still love me if i'm ugly and people stare&lt;br /&gt;Will you still love me even if i do things with flair&lt;br /&gt;Will you still love me when my head is a glare&lt;br /&gt;Will you still love me if i act like i haven't a care&lt;br /&gt;Will you still love me if i have nothing to wear&lt;br /&gt;Will you still love me if i act a square&lt;br /&gt;Will you still love me if i do nothing but swear&lt;br /&gt;Will you still love me if my tummy has a spare&lt;br /&gt;...and if you do then "BABY, YOU ARE MINE!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37830888-8723433718866264779?l=holtac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holtac.blogspot.com/feeds/8723433718866264779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37830888&amp;postID=8723433718866264779&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37830888/posts/default/8723433718866264779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37830888/posts/default/8723433718866264779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holtac.blogspot.com/2010/12/will-you-by-raveon.html' title='Will You by   Raveon'/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01100228907015473449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37830888.post-8108490635277063136</id><published>2010-12-20T10:12:00.003-11:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T10:12:51.609-11:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love You Adam! by Emma J. Bradley</title><content type='html'>I Love You Adam!&lt;br /&gt;by Emma J. Bradley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so sorry&lt;br /&gt;I love you so much&lt;br /&gt;All I ever wanted&lt;br /&gt;Was to feel your tender touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've alwayz loved you&lt;br /&gt;Since the day we met&lt;br /&gt;For a love like mine&lt;br /&gt;It was the perfect set&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were never ever romantic&lt;br /&gt;Or romantically involved,&lt;br /&gt;But my love for you felt like&lt;br /&gt;A giant lump of gold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do love you; I alwayz will&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to say&lt;br /&gt;I love everything about you&lt;br /&gt;In every single way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the look of your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you smile&lt;br /&gt;And I love the way you look at me&lt;br /&gt;Every once in a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love your cute hairline&lt;br /&gt;I love your fantastic bod,&lt;br /&gt;And whenever you drive past me&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you nod&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you look&lt;br /&gt;And I hope to make you see&lt;br /&gt;That someday I would love&lt;br /&gt;The way that you love me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I WILL ALWAYZ LUV U ADAM.. xoxo*&lt;br /&gt;until the day I die....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37830888-8108490635277063136?l=holtac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holtac.blogspot.com/feeds/8108490635277063136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37830888&amp;postID=8108490635277063136&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37830888/posts/default/8108490635277063136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37830888/posts/default/8108490635277063136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holtac.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-love-you-adam-by-emma-j-bradley.html' title='I Love You Adam! by Emma J. Bradley'/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01100228907015473449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37830888.post-3040692104369155815</id><published>2010-12-20T10:12:00.001-11:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T10:12:15.294-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep Blue by Jeanette Luell Winters</title><content type='html'>Deep Blue&lt;br /&gt;by Jeanette Luell Winters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your deep blue eyes upon your face,&lt;br /&gt;Makes me wish more, to have one try.&lt;br /&gt;Why must I feel I am in a love race?&lt;br /&gt;For you, I know, My love shall live not die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why must you be surprisingly uncanny?&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever want to condone me?&lt;br /&gt;Why is it hard to tell you're solicitated?&lt;br /&gt;You express your words and actions so naturally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This poem may not make any sense&lt;br /&gt;But I don't know why. &lt;br /&gt;He can be full of suspense.&lt;br /&gt;Is it because of him I cry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I like this undescribing Beauty?&lt;br /&gt;This loving guy so true and fair,&lt;br /&gt;Is Jeremiah with eyes as the deep blue sea,&lt;br /&gt;The guy I like through wishes being shared, and &lt;br /&gt;Love that cares. I want to know this feeling I &lt;br /&gt;Have with you that is always fulfilling my heart&lt;br /&gt;So true. &lt;br /&gt;But I ask myself, Why is it you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedicated With Love To: Jeremiah Courter&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37830888-3040692104369155815?l=holtac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holtac.blogspot.com/feeds/3040692104369155815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37830888&amp;postID=3040692104369155815&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37830888/posts/default/3040692104369155815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37830888/posts/default/3040692104369155815'/><link 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sting which torments your heart&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about it doesn?t help at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logic is fighting the feelings so hard&lt;br /&gt;But how to convince your mind not to doubt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow your trust was broken back then&lt;br /&gt;And nothing can help avoid the pain&lt;br /&gt;Of being afraid to lose those ones&lt;br /&gt;But by doubting their love, soon they will be gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting to the point of asking yourself&lt;br /&gt;What is important, what?s worth forgetting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You realize that you need to move on&lt;br /&gt;Your life and new love has just begun&lt;br /&gt;To bloom and grow each day with trust&lt;br /&gt;Starting to believe in your love is a must&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just live your life to the very limit&lt;br /&gt;Let love and trust always guide your spirit&lt;br /&gt;Give everybody a new chance&lt;br /&gt;To prove to you  - you  are worthy to be loved&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37830888-7261778534215223576?l=holtac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holtac.blogspot.com/feeds/7261778534215223576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37830888&amp;postID=7261778534215223576&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37830888/posts/default/7261778534215223576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37830888/posts/default/7261778534215223576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holtac.blogspot.com/2010/12/jealousy-by-monika-silbermann.html' title='Jealousy by Monika  Silbermann'/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01100228907015473449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37830888.post-7420156638004476899</id><published>2010-12-20T10:11:00.001-11:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T10:11:29.010-11:00</updated><title type='text'>You Told Me by Tricia Lee Cammarata</title><content type='html'>You Told Me&lt;br /&gt;by Tricia Lee Cammarata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You told me you loved me&lt;br /&gt;forever and a day,&lt;br /&gt;I trusted your words&lt;br /&gt;to let them guide me your way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You told me you loved me&lt;br /&gt;with an endless kiss,&lt;br /&gt;a day without you&lt;br /&gt;I will never miss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You told me you loved me&lt;br /&gt;with a motionless stare,&lt;br /&gt;you looked in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;saying, "I will always be there"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You told me you loved me&lt;br /&gt;with a hug to show&lt;br /&gt;everyday I'll be with you,&lt;br /&gt;never letting go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You told me you loved me&lt;br /&gt;with all this in mind,&lt;br /&gt;that the days in the future&lt;br /&gt;will be the greatest we'll find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You told me you loved me,&lt;br /&gt;this coming from your heart&lt;br /&gt;but, now I'm sitting here lonesome&lt;br /&gt;and torn all apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You told me you loved me&lt;br /&gt;then you left me there&lt;br /&gt;with a broken heart,&lt;br /&gt;not even to care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You told me you loved me&lt;br /&gt;then you went with nothing to say,&lt;br /&gt;know I'm lying here&lt;br /&gt;crying day after day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37830888.post-8962984551877209398</id><published>2010-12-20T10:10:00.001-11:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T10:10:54.748-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do we fall in love? by Lindsay Noelle Joyce</title><content type='html'>Why do we fall in love?&lt;br /&gt;by Lindsay Noelle Joyce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do we fall in love?&lt;br /&gt;when all it does is hurt somehow  &lt;br /&gt;It feels good at first&lt;br /&gt;like you could want nothing more&lt;br /&gt;but after awhile things change &lt;br /&gt;you come to find out what men are really like&lt;br /&gt;they sleep with your friends &lt;br /&gt;they lie&lt;br /&gt;and they take, take, take&lt;br /&gt;till they can take no more&lt;br /&gt;then they leave&lt;br /&gt;why do we fall in love? &lt;br /&gt;can somebody just tell me why? &lt;br /&gt;we love, they leave&lt;br /&gt;if i could ever find a man&lt;br /&gt;a man who is real&lt;br /&gt;a man who will love me&lt;br /&gt;for the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;someone who i will share my secrets &lt;br /&gt;why do we fall in love?&lt;br /&gt;i'll tell you why&lt;br /&gt;it's when you find the right one &lt;br /&gt;you feel all gushy inside&lt;br /&gt;i've found that one &lt;br /&gt;and he makes me feel&lt;br /&gt;like i'm the queen of his universe&lt;br /&gt;and he knows the real me&lt;br /&gt;that's why we fall in love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37830888-8962984551877209398?l=holtac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holtac.blogspot.com/feeds/8962984551877209398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37830888.post-1928896058289722062</id><published>2010-12-20T10:09:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T10:10:28.831-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Do u hear do u see do u know by Miss  Phoebe</title><content type='html'>Do u hear do u see do u know&lt;br /&gt;by Miss  Phoebe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There?s something inside of me&lt;br /&gt;that you can?t see&lt;br /&gt;can?t touch or hear&lt;br /&gt;but my love is still near&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you see it when I walk&lt;br /&gt;do you hear it when I talk&lt;br /&gt;do you feel it when I breath&lt;br /&gt;it?s the feeling that won?t leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you miss me when I?m gone&lt;br /&gt;do you hear me sing the song&lt;br /&gt;do you see me in your dreams&lt;br /&gt;do you think it?s what it seems&lt;br /&gt;do you you feel the love I?m sending&lt;br /&gt;do you realize it?s not ending??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you see that I?m all aglow&lt;br /&gt;if I tell you would you know&lt;br /&gt;if I would talk&lt;br /&gt;would you hear&lt;br /&gt;if I would cry&lt;br /&gt;would you see a tear?&lt;br /&gt;Know that my love is still here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you hear me when I scream at night&lt;br /&gt;do you feel my longing to hold you tight&lt;br /&gt;do you breath the air that I exale&lt;br /&gt;if you know would you tell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you hear what I?m saying&lt;br /&gt;do you listen to my praying&lt;br /&gt;Do you see the moon I see&lt;br /&gt;do you understand my inner mistery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you wish upon the same star&lt;br /&gt;reality is far&lt;br /&gt;close is fantasy&lt;br /&gt;do you see what I see&lt;br /&gt;do you hear what I hear&lt;br /&gt;do you know what I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess you don?t know&lt;br /&gt;you can?t see, Joe&lt;br /&gt;you don?t know the way I feel&lt;br /&gt;you don?t realize my love is real&lt;br /&gt;You don?t hear me when I scream your name&lt;br /&gt;?cuz you don?t feel the same&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37830888-1928896058289722062?l=holtac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holtac.blogspot.com/feeds/1928896058289722062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37830888&amp;postID=1928896058289722062&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37830888/posts/default/1928896058289722062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37830888/posts/default/1928896058289722062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holtac.blogspot.com/2010/12/do-u-hear-do-u-see-do-u-know-by-miss.html' title='Do u hear do u see do u know by Miss  Phoebe'/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01100228907015473449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37830888.post-762942367450589395</id><published>2010-12-20T10:05:00.001-11:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T10:05:25.397-11:00</updated><title type='text'>VOICES OF LOVE by Sunday B. Fakus</title><content type='html'>VOICES OF LOVE&lt;br /&gt;by Sunday B. Fakus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My music is the melody of your voice&lt;br /&gt;It sounds like birds on a golden pilgrimage&lt;br /&gt;My joy is the rhythm of your life&lt;br /&gt;It keeps me in the right state of mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It?s rhyme and reason makes a lot of sense&lt;br /&gt;To ears that hear the sweetest voice of love&lt;br /&gt;Making a blessed sound of peace and joy&lt;br /&gt;To thirsty souls of every young and old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your love is the candle of my lonely heart&lt;br /&gt;Searching all the hidden places it can find&lt;br /&gt;Restoring the glorious power I have lost&lt;br /&gt;'Till I feel the touch of its amazing grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You reside in the secret place of my heart&lt;br /&gt;To wipe away the memory of my hopeless past&lt;br /&gt;There I hear the sound of your sweet strong voice&lt;br /&gt;That melts my heart from all its griefs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37830888-762942367450589395?l=holtac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holtac.blogspot.com/feeds/762942367450589395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37830888&amp;postID=762942367450589395&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37830888/posts/default/762942367450589395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37830888/posts/default/762942367450589395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holtac.blogspot.com/2010/12/voices-of-love-by-sunday-b-fakus.html' title='VOICES OF LOVE by Sunday B. Fakus'/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01100228907015473449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37830888.post-6293967311276104944</id><published>2010-12-20T10:04:00.003-11:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T10:04:56.680-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodnight... Goodnight! by Denise M Valentine</title><content type='html'>Goodnight... Goodnight!&lt;br /&gt;by Denise M Valentine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight... Goodnight!&lt;br /&gt;My sweet love, tonight.&lt;br /&gt;In the morning out of sight&lt;br /&gt;out of sight, out of mind.&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight, goodnight&lt;br /&gt;my sweet love for just&lt;br /&gt;one night...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37830888-6293967311276104944?l=holtac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holtac.blogspot.com/feeds/6293967311276104944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37830888&amp;postID=6293967311276104944&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37830888/posts/default/6293967311276104944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37830888/posts/default/6293967311276104944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holtac.blogspot.com/2010/12/goodnight-goodnight-by-denise-m.html' title='Goodnight... Goodnight! by Denise M Valentine'/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01100228907015473449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37830888.post-2703974743082836753</id><published>2010-12-20T10:04:00.001-11:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T10:04:36.586-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Just To Hold His Heart by Alyssa Anne Vitry</title><content type='html'>Just To Hold His Heart&lt;br /&gt;by Alyssa Anne Vitry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss him so much,&lt;br /&gt;my soul's longing can be heard by others.&lt;br /&gt;I hear his name being swept on the breeze.&lt;br /&gt;So much, that the stars don't seem as bright.&lt;br /&gt;Thousands of miles seem uncrossable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping is a saint,&lt;br /&gt;A saint because I get to be with him in my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;I miss him so deeply,&lt;br /&gt;I can no longer tell if the sun is shinning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, his presence is so strong in my mind,&lt;br /&gt;I can feel his silk touch.&lt;br /&gt;See his caring eyes looking into mine,&lt;br /&gt;Hear his caressing voice as it whispers in my ear&lt;br /&gt;And taste his mouth, as it kisses mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of this reality only exists in dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the daytime, I can smell his cologne,&lt;br /&gt;Floating from a distant satin flower.&lt;br /&gt;I imagine his walk as he moves forward to me,&lt;br /&gt;I almost feel his arms around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss his soft kisses, full of passion.&lt;br /&gt;I long for the way he held my hand, so gently.&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but remember how a simple hug,&lt;br /&gt;Meant so much to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want his sympathetic actions,&lt;br /&gt;I'd give years for his embarrassing phrases,&lt;br /&gt;I'd give a lifetime for his kind thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;I'd do anything just to hold his heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37830888-2703974743082836753?l=holtac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holtac.blogspot.com/feeds/2703974743082836753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37830888&amp;postID=2703974743082836753&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37830888/posts/default/2703974743082836753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37830888/posts/default/2703974743082836753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holtac.blogspot.com/2010/12/just-to-hold-his-heart-by-alyssa-anne.html' title='Just To Hold His Heart by Alyssa Anne Vitry'/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01100228907015473449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37830888.post-912122978426137832</id><published>2010-12-20T10:03:00.004-11:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T10:04:03.353-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Abandoned by Eric Thomas Weaver</title><content type='html'>Abandoned&lt;br /&gt;by Eric Thomas Weaver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fabric frays&lt;br /&gt;like a dream,&lt;br /&gt;ever so near...&lt;br /&gt;...with details &lt;br /&gt;so distant.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Wake-up!&lt;br /&gt;For your scenery&lt;br /&gt;has changed;&lt;br /&gt;a friend has gone&lt;br /&gt;and you now stand&lt;br /&gt;on the playground&lt;br /&gt;...alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't run&lt;br /&gt;or freeze in memories;&lt;br /&gt;...look&lt;br /&gt;feel...&lt;br /&gt;and live.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37830888-912122978426137832?l=holtac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holtac.blogspot.com/feeds/912122978426137832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37830888&amp;postID=912122978426137832&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37830888/posts/default/912122978426137832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37830888/posts/default/912122978426137832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holtac.blogspot.com/2010/12/abandoned-by-eric-thomas-weaver.html' title='Abandoned by Eric Thomas Weaver'/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01100228907015473449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37830888.post-6901297999318432399</id><published>2010-12-20T10:03:00.003-11:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T10:03:33.182-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Dizzy by Cate Elizabeth B.</title><content type='html'>Dizzy&lt;br /&gt;by Cate Elizabeth B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am spinning&lt;br /&gt;beneath the shimmer of the stars,&lt;br /&gt;my heart is burning&lt;br /&gt;from the love that has poisoned me.&lt;br /&gt;                   My head is dizzy,&lt;br /&gt;                   from the stream of words you recite&lt;br /&gt;                   I'm drowning in a world &lt;br /&gt;                   that is too amazing for me.&lt;br /&gt;I look through your translucent eyes&lt;br /&gt;that were once blue,&lt;br /&gt;and touch your concrete hands&lt;br /&gt;that were once soft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cheeks are sore&lt;br /&gt;from the tears that won't stop flowing&lt;br /&gt;as I spin beneath&lt;br /&gt;the gleaming stars and&lt;br /&gt;I wonder..&lt;br /&gt;Where are you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37830888-6901297999318432399?l=holtac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holtac.blogspot.com/feeds/6901297999318432399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37830888&amp;postID=6901297999318432399&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37830888/posts/default/6901297999318432399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37830888/posts/default/6901297999318432399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holtac.blogspot.com/2010/12/dizzy-by-cate-elizabeth-b.html' title='Dizzy by Cate Elizabeth B.'/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01100228907015473449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37830888.post-5523207253753067404</id><published>2010-12-20T10:03:00.001-11:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T10:03:09.128-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Until She Is Gone by Jackie Renee Pope</title><content type='html'>Until She Is Gone&lt;br /&gt;by Jackie Renee Pope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How stupid can she be? She fell for you again, &lt;br /&gt;knowing when it started it was surely going to end. &lt;br /&gt;You could never give her all she needs, &lt;br /&gt;but for your love her soul would bleed. &lt;br /&gt;You broke her heart still she begged you to stay, &lt;br /&gt;and you still walked out that hot summer's day. &lt;br /&gt;Now you're back wanting to try this again, &lt;br /&gt;you said you realized how stupid you've been. &lt;br /&gt;Deep inside, she wants to trust you &lt;br /&gt;  and show you how true her love is,&lt;br /&gt;her heart belongs to you, it could never be his.&lt;br /&gt;She'll bear to you treasures untold, &lt;br /&gt;you look at her and your future unfolds. &lt;br /&gt;She sees right through the lies you tell, &lt;br /&gt;she can take you to heaven, she can put you through hell. &lt;br /&gt;She knows your love, but she's not the same, &lt;br /&gt;because she'll be there &lt;br /&gt;  when there's no one else to take the blame. &lt;br /&gt;Take care of her, though the days may seem long, &lt;br /&gt;for you won't know what true love is until she is gone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37830888-5523207253753067404?l=holtac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holtac.blogspot.com/feeds/5523207253753067404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37830888&amp;postID=5523207253753067404&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37830888/posts/default/5523207253753067404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37830888/posts/default/5523207253753067404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holtac.blogspot.com/2010/12/until-she-is-gone-by-jackie-renee-pope.html' title='Until She Is Gone by Jackie Renee Pope'/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01100228907015473449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37830888.post-1313825495486741576</id><published>2010-12-20T10:02:00.001-11:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T10:02:29.188-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends Again by   Anonymous</title><content type='html'>Friends Again&lt;br /&gt;by   Anonymous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just before we took that final leap,&lt;br /&gt;From childhood into something else,&lt;br /&gt;We once again called a truce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the days and weeks go by,&lt;br /&gt;So few, I find, are what they seemed.&lt;br /&gt;But you, I know,&lt;br /&gt;I wish to keep close to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There've been many years and changes,&lt;br /&gt;Yet, somehow we've made it though.&lt;br /&gt;Always friends, again, in the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37830888-1313825495486741576?l=holtac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holtac.blogspot.com/feeds/1313825495486741576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37830888&amp;postID=1313825495486741576&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37830888/posts/default/1313825495486741576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37830888/posts/default/1313825495486741576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holtac.blogspot.com/2010/12/friends-again-by-anonymous.html' title='Friends Again by   Anonymous'/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01100228907015473449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37830888.post-6675717303923522822</id><published>2010-12-20T10:01:00.002-11:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T10:02:01.070-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Please by Ginger Nicole L.</title><content type='html'>Please&lt;br /&gt;by Ginger Nicole L.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, give me another try,&lt;br /&gt;I didn't mean to make you cry.&lt;br /&gt;Please, believe me, it's true,&lt;br /&gt;I didn't mean to hurt you.&lt;br /&gt;Pease, forgive me,&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37830888-6675717303923522822?l=holtac.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37830888.post-2117207996349273622</id><published>2010-12-20T10:01:00.001-11:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T10:01:22.704-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Girl by Chastity Rebecca Barwick</title><content type='html'>Baby Girl&lt;br /&gt;by Chastity Rebecca Barwick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little hands, so tiny...&lt;br /&gt;Bright eyes, so blue.&lt;br /&gt;The Lord truly smiled on me,&lt;br /&gt;When he blessed me with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet button nose...&lt;br /&gt;And precious lips that sigh.&lt;br /&gt;My heart is aching with joy, &lt;br /&gt;And it makes me want to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my Baby Girl...&lt;br /&gt;And I love you, so much.&lt;br /&gt;Your soft, soft skin,&lt;br /&gt;and your warm, angelic touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedicated to my daughter:&lt;br /&gt;Rachel Renee' &lt;br /&gt;on the day of her birth.&lt;br /&gt;06/29/96&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37830888-2117207996349273622?l=holtac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holtac.blogspot.com/feeds/2117207996349273622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37830888&amp;postID=2117207996349273622&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37830888/posts/default/2117207996349273622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37830888/posts/default/2117207996349273622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holtac.blogspot.com/2010/12/baby-girl-by-chastity-rebecca-barwick.html' title='Baby Girl by Chastity Rebecca Barwick'/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01100228907015473449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37830888.post-5252396898220156620</id><published>2010-12-20T10:00:00.003-11:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T10:00:52.617-11:00</updated><title type='text'>CONFUSION by Melissa Ann Slifer</title><content type='html'>CONFUSION&lt;br /&gt;by Melissa Ann Slifer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I loved you,&lt;br /&gt;I thought I knew,&lt;br /&gt;but all of a sudden &lt;br /&gt;I found someone new.&lt;br /&gt;This is so confusing&lt;br /&gt;I just wish I knew... &lt;br /&gt;what I am supposed to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rediscovered&lt;br /&gt;Despite the age and dust, still sound&lt;br /&gt;What miles of land had covered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Battling fear of the unkown, &lt;br /&gt;with new hurdles to face&lt;br /&gt;I know I don't have far to reach &lt;br /&gt;a special place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems an age ago&lt;br /&gt;before we went our seperate ways&lt;br /&gt;so close and then so very far.&lt;br /&gt;hanging onto what one says,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plodded on, remaining&lt;br /&gt;as you opted for a new life&lt;br /&gt;weighing up my choices&lt;br /&gt;untill I finally found it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After years of famialirity&lt;br /&gt;If only then I'd known,&lt;br /&gt;it's not there, where you were born&lt;br /&gt;But where your family is, that's home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37830888-7868916292683735596?l=holtac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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    OR CAN'T DO ANYTHING RIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         THINGS HAPPEN FOR A REASON&lt;br /&gt;         DON'T DWELL ON THE PAST&lt;br /&gt;         LIVE IT WITH A GRIN&lt;br /&gt;         AND MAKE EVERYTHING LAST!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37830888-9165418756958518032?l=holtac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holtac.blogspot.com/feeds/9165418756958518032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37830888&amp;postID=9165418756958518032&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37830888/posts/default/9165418756958518032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37830888/posts/default/9165418756958518032'/><link 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/&gt;and leave like this... &lt;br /&gt;without wishing you the best of your wishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, HAPPY BIRTHDAY! &lt;br /&gt;Now here's a flower, from me to you  &lt;br /&gt;This time for sure... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really saying goodbye to you..  @-&gt;&gt;----&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37830888-1473034009969180027?l=holtac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holtac.blogspot.com/feeds/1473034009969180027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37830888&amp;postID=1473034009969180027&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37830888/posts/default/1473034009969180027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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my guardian angel, my heart, and soul.&lt;br /&gt;You are my world made whole.&lt;br /&gt;I see you in the stars in the sky,&lt;br /&gt;Standing right at my side.&lt;br /&gt;You watch so carefully over me.&lt;br /&gt;You show me things that I could never see.&lt;br /&gt;You showed me the meaning of love.&lt;br /&gt;You taught me things no one else could have.&lt;br /&gt;You give me the strength to get by.&lt;br /&gt;You let me know it is okay to cry.&lt;br /&gt;You gave me all I wanted and so much more.&lt;br /&gt;You taught me what my heart was for.&lt;br /&gt;So I surrender my heart to you.&lt;br /&gt;No matter where you go or what you do,&lt;br /&gt;with you is where I will stay.&lt;br /&gt;Because with you is where I belong until my dying day!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37830888-6038971046447673998?l=holtac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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there for me&lt;br /&gt;          Thank you for all your time that you've given to me&lt;br /&gt;            If only I have enough time before you leave me&lt;br /&gt;                 So I wouldn't make you feel so lonely&lt;br /&gt;                             If only...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37830888-6820896867238042394?l=holtac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holtac.blogspot.com/feeds/6820896867238042394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37830888&amp;postID=6820896867238042394&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37830888/posts/default/6820896867238042394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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strife.&lt;br /&gt;I'm up all night crying lonely tears&lt;br /&gt;Trying to hide all my fears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm taking this gun to my head&lt;br /&gt;Everything in this world has lead&lt;br /&gt;To my decision to take my life,&lt;br /&gt;Guns kill quicker than a knife.&lt;br /&gt;Now it's time to say good bye&lt;br /&gt;Please don't be sad, please don't cry.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be in Heaven watching down&lt;br /&gt;Making sure you don't frown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used a gun to stop my tears&lt;br /&gt;To run away from all my fears.&lt;br /&gt;I used a gun to ease my pain&lt;br /&gt;I felt I needed to get away.&lt;br /&gt;I used the gun to get rid of it all&lt;br /&gt;Just one bullet, I will fall&lt;br /&gt;To the ground where I will stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It worked...&lt;br /&gt;I got rid of all my pain.&lt;br /&gt;Now everyone is around and sad&lt;br /&gt;Please tell them not to be mad&lt;br /&gt;For I am happy where I am.&lt;div 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Roeben'/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01100228907015473449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37830888.post-2935837456660034263</id><published>2010-12-20T09:57:00.001-11:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T09:57:25.841-11:00</updated><title type='text'>the cupid by kai  croft</title><content type='html'>the cupid&lt;br /&gt;by kai  croft&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With his arrow, he shoots me like a falling star&lt;br /&gt;I begin to fall in love with a man who completes my life&lt;br /&gt;"Oh," i asked this cupid, "why me, devoted to him?"&lt;br /&gt;He says, "'cos i knew your heart..."&lt;br /&gt;And then he soars into the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watch him in the sky &lt;br /&gt;How is this possible? &lt;br /&gt;These feeling for a man i hardly know&lt;br /&gt;But my heart told me to follow him, &lt;br /&gt;believing he's the one....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37830888-2935837456660034263?l=holtac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holtac.blogspot.com/feeds/2935837456660034263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37830888&amp;postID=2935837456660034263&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37830888/posts/default/2935837456660034263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37830888/posts/default/2935837456660034263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holtac.blogspot.com/2010/12/cupid-by-kai-croft.html' title='the cupid by kai  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/&gt;What would I do, what would I become?&lt;br /&gt;I know that if I lost you my heart would...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run back to you just like from the start&lt;br /&gt;Run back to the one I LOVE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37830888-7140448753265294241?l=holtac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holtac.blogspot.com/feeds/7140448753265294241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37830888&amp;postID=7140448753265294241&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37830888/posts/default/7140448753265294241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37830888/posts/default/7140448753265294241'/><link rel='alternate' 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you are, &lt;br /&gt;i will be your angel &lt;br /&gt;where ever you are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37830888-6849908095954900126?l=holtac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holtac.blogspot.com/feeds/6849908095954900126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37830888&amp;postID=6849908095954900126&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37830888/posts/default/6849908095954900126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37830888/posts/default/6849908095954900126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holtac.blogspot.com/2010/12/angel-by-maribel-gaytan.html' title='Angel by Maribel  Gaytan'/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01100228907015473449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37830888.post-2083956368830815523</id><published>2010-12-20T09:55:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T09:56:18.813-11:00</updated><title type='text'>An Angel on Earth by Alexis C. Hernandez</title><content type='html'>An Angel on Earth&lt;br /&gt;by Alexis C. Hernandez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pure thought of his touch&lt;br /&gt;Sends chills throughout her body,&lt;br /&gt;That voice of his, so deep and yet so beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;Does a wonder to her heart.&lt;br /&gt;His jokes, his laughter,&lt;br /&gt;His smile; which is only a mere picture painted &lt;br /&gt;in her mind from a voice,&lt;br /&gt;Warms her when she is cold, directs her when she is lost,&lt;br /&gt;And comforts her when she is hurt.&lt;br /&gt;When tears of sorrow or pain fall,&lt;br /&gt;And her heart seems unmendable,&lt;br /&gt;He puts the pieces back together,&lt;br /&gt;Even though the destruction wasn?t his,&lt;br /&gt;He does it willingly and thoughtfully.&lt;br /&gt;When it would have been easier to walk away,&lt;br /&gt;He stayed without being asked,&lt;br /&gt;Those actions speak for themselves,&lt;br /&gt;And now she no longer questions how he feels for her.&lt;br /&gt;So when the question is asked,&lt;br /&gt;?What do you feel for him??&lt;br /&gt;She can proudly say&lt;br /&gt;?I put him on a pedestal.&lt;br /&gt;Isn?t that where an Angel belongs??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brad, I know I have hurt you, and I'm sorry. &lt;br /&gt;I am truly sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37830888-2083956368830815523?l=holtac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holtac.blogspot.com/feeds/2083956368830815523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37830888&amp;postID=2083956368830815523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37830888/posts/default/2083956368830815523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37830888/posts/default/2083956368830815523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holtac.blogspot.com/2010/12/angel-on-earth-by-alexis-c-hernandez.html' title='An Angel on Earth by Alexis C. Hernandez'/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01100228907015473449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37830888.post-3635210991095888669</id><published>2010-12-20T09:54:00.001-11:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T09:54:33.298-11:00</updated><title type='text'>my love for you by katie elaine harris</title><content type='html'>my love for you&lt;br /&gt;by katie elaine harris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i first saw you,&lt;br /&gt;my heart jumped a million miles away.&lt;br /&gt;everytime i'd look into your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't help but want to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world around me seemed to change,&lt;br /&gt;how could i possibly love you?&lt;br /&gt;you were in a different range!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But wait.... you turned to me one day,&lt;br /&gt;you looked at me and said....&lt;br /&gt;"katie, i love you forever", &lt;br /&gt;they were the words you led.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was me! you said you loved me!&lt;br /&gt;i just can't believe how it could possibly be?&lt;br /&gt;your smile, your charm, your love,&lt;br /&gt;you're everything that i could think of&lt;br /&gt;and yet we are now forever led.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just want to let you know,&lt;br /&gt;how much i love you so,&lt;br /&gt;and cherish every minute spent with you,&lt;br /&gt;for to me, it's a dream come true.&lt;br /&gt;i love you forever and ever with all my heart,&lt;br /&gt;and i promise... we will never be apart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37830888-3635210991095888669?l=holtac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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he is doing this to me.&lt;br /&gt;Is it because I am not pretty enough or because he thinks I am not&lt;br /&gt;worth his time?&lt;br /&gt;I miss him so much, and I just wish I could get my love back but &lt;br /&gt;back from the one that I used to love...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37830888-2326723823875623546?l=holtac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holtac.blogspot.com/feeds/2326723823875623546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37830888&amp;postID=2326723823875623546&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37830888/posts/default/2326723823875623546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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changed;&lt;br /&gt;Only your expectations became greater,&lt;br /&gt;As though I somehow was not enough.&lt;br /&gt;Being together in love &lt;br /&gt;did not erase the miles of reality&lt;br /&gt;That seperated our lives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37830888-8402772963214854608?l=holtac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holtac.blogspot.com/feeds/8402772963214854608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37830888&amp;postID=8402772963214854608&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37830888/posts/default/8402772963214854608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37830888/posts/default/8402772963214854608'/><link 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