<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7427935479210179589</id><updated>2012-03-02T01:43:10.614-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flamin' Icicle</title><subtitle type='html'>This is my first blog. Being an old school writer I used keep hard copy of all my creations. But life is all about inspiration and getting inspired. I was touched by a pal when he motivated me to write, paint and publish by my genesis so that the entire world can be entertained and draw pleasure from it. For me its a beautiful experience sharing my conception with the macrocosm.
Hence I dedicated this blog to mi amor Ravishu Arora also known as Sir Charlemagne my inspirer.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427935479210179589/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>La Cleora Ortiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493151676540735342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/SpQRW2gBR5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/5ti56-Qdh30/S220/rose.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>72</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7427935479210179589.post-7442038110323345975</id><published>2012-02-20T08:59:00.010-08:00</published><updated>2012-03-02T01:43:10.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>January Winter This Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2C6xjvKuQl8/T0KFINYLgoI/AAAAAAAACAE/bGcROEbjOGw/s1600/snow%2B%2526%2Bsun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 303px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5711273653535736450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2C6xjvKuQl8/T0KFINYLgoI/AAAAAAAACAE/bGcROEbjOGw/s400/snow%2B%2526%2Bsun.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Winter, oh winter&lt;br /&gt;What darkness you have brought&lt;br /&gt;So gray all the way&lt;br /&gt;And fights couldn't stop&lt;br /&gt;Even your merry christmas&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't bring a little pause.&lt;br /&gt;So sad that you sob now,&lt;br /&gt;And leaving us all apart.&lt;br /&gt;We waited a whole year&lt;br /&gt;With dreams and wishes&lt;br /&gt;To play with your colourless snow&lt;br /&gt;And its time that I will be wedded.&lt;br /&gt;Please dont go away&lt;br /&gt;Please don't sob with pain&lt;br /&gt;The humanity its destroyed I know&lt;br /&gt;But some how we can save our way.&lt;br /&gt;Men are fool I guess&lt;br /&gt;Ain't even know&lt;br /&gt;What they are paying to fake.&lt;br /&gt;But I pray to you&lt;br /&gt;Dont go away&lt;br /&gt;Please dont sob with pain.&lt;br /&gt;Please fix this world once again&lt;br /&gt;Not with tsunami or hurricane&lt;br /&gt;But little peace we are left&lt;br /&gt;And for the ones&lt;br /&gt;World is still a better place.&lt;br /&gt;Winter, oh winter&lt;br /&gt;Please don't go away.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7427935479210179589-7442038110323345975?l=tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7442038110323345975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/2012/02/january-winter-this-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427935479210179589/posts/default/7442038110323345975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427935479210179589/posts/default/7442038110323345975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/2012/02/january-winter-this-year.html' title='January Winter This Year'/><author><name>La Cleora Ortiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493151676540735342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/SpQRW2gBR5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/5ti56-Qdh30/S220/rose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2C6xjvKuQl8/T0KFINYLgoI/AAAAAAAACAE/bGcROEbjOGw/s72-c/snow%2B%2526%2Bsun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7427935479210179589.post-3090569406731749281</id><published>2012-02-18T21:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-18T21:54:58.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever &amp; Always</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;- by &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Outlines of Shades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DS_gVh2LoVQ/T0CNs-Y-5OI/AAAAAAAAB_4/DkT39SxT1PA/s1600/Picture%2B611.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 229px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DS_gVh2LoVQ/T0CNs-Y-5OI/AAAAAAAAB_4/DkT39SxT1PA/s400/Picture%2B611.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710720131307332834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16px;"&gt;Come along, my beautiful bride,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br  style="font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16px;"&gt;walk down the flowery aisle,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br  style="font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16px;"&gt;wearing your beautiful smile,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br  style="font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16px;"&gt;looked at with curious eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br  style="font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16px;"&gt;Gods kneel before the bride,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br  style="font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16px;"&gt;my beautiful, my only sunshine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br  style="font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;br  style="font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16px;"&gt;In the twilight as she drew near,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br  style="font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16px;"&gt;a single shimmering tear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br  style="font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16px;"&gt;streaked down from puffed eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br  style="font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16px;"&gt;Why the tears? Why the pain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br  style="font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16px;"&gt;She said she was left behind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br  style="font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16px;"&gt;not feeling like a bride,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br  style="font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16px;"&gt;running in rounds, toiling hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br  style="font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16px;"&gt;to avert the shadowy rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br  style="font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;br  style="font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16px;"&gt;I tried to do my job best,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br  style="font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16px;"&gt;to be the husband and forget the rest,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br  style="font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16px;"&gt;to ease the pain for my wife to be,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br  style="font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16px;"&gt;to be her pillar, as she was to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br  style="font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16px;"&gt;The day went hard and long,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br  style="font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16px;"&gt;with many shadowy figures lost,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br  style="font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16px;"&gt;creeping in with their wispy strands,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br  style="font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16px;"&gt;bringing along the thorns and the sands,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br  style="font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;br  style="font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16px;"&gt;I held her hand as she held on to mine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br  style="font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16px;"&gt;close to our hearts with bonds divine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br  style="font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16px;"&gt;down came the rains along with the storm,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br  style="font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16px;"&gt;could never breach the lovers' aplomb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br  style="font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16px;"&gt;The devil himself reached out at night,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br  style="font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16px;"&gt;strangled her out, sucked her dry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br  style="font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16px;"&gt;But in the darkness she heard my cries,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br  style="font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16px;"&gt;fought back hard and we survived.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br  style="font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;br  style="font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16px;"&gt;Today we stand alone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br  style="font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16px;"&gt;the wedding day has passed by...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br  style="font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16px;"&gt;Today we stand along,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br  style="font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16px;"&gt;the wedd&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ing day has passed by...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br size="16px"&gt;&lt;br size="16px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Today we stand alone,&lt;br size="16px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;the wedding day has passed by...&lt;br size="16px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Today we stand along,&lt;br size="16px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;the wed&lt;/span&gt;ding day has passed by...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7427935479210179589-3090569406731749281?l=tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3090569406731749281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/2012/02/by-outlines-of-shades-come-along-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427935479210179589/posts/default/3090569406731749281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427935479210179589/posts/default/3090569406731749281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/2012/02/by-outlines-of-shades-come-along-my.html' title='Forever &amp; Always'/><author><name>La Cleora Ortiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493151676540735342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/SpQRW2gBR5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/5ti56-Qdh30/S220/rose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DS_gVh2LoVQ/T0CNs-Y-5OI/AAAAAAAAB_4/DkT39SxT1PA/s72-c/Picture%2B611.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7427935479210179589.post-4273120724823933616</id><published>2012-02-15T10:48:00.011-08:00</published><updated>2012-03-02T01:22:43.548-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unmarried Widow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bOD0Vg46i0s/T0e516wxDhI/AAAAAAAACAU/nokVdDbM32w/s1600/dark_girl_last_leaf_falling_grave.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 366px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712738988300766738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bOD0Vg46i0s/T0e516wxDhI/AAAAAAAACAU/nokVdDbM32w/s400/dark_girl_last_leaf_falling_grave.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I mourn for the lost soul&lt;br /&gt;my heart cries for the one who hasn't passed on&lt;br /&gt;I wonder where will be her salvation&lt;br /&gt;When a thousand vultures feed on her broken heart&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh! They call her the unmarried widow&lt;br /&gt;She lost her soulmate much before his time&lt;br /&gt;No one shed tears on his dead body&lt;br /&gt;But they are the reason he died.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why you left me forever&lt;br /&gt;Why I can't see you anywhere&lt;br /&gt;And I can't even fight&lt;br /&gt;for you left me so far behind.&lt;br /&gt;Why you made me stand with full conscience&lt;br /&gt;and let me die everyday a million times&lt;br /&gt;What trust I could have anymore&lt;br /&gt;Whom I blame when everything has passed me by&lt;br /&gt;Why you left forever&lt;br /&gt;Why you are making me cry&lt;br /&gt;These might be her words&lt;br /&gt;when her world got crushed that night.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;That day was like any other day&lt;br /&gt;Started with a cup of tea and some morning snack&lt;br /&gt;They might be getting ready&lt;br /&gt;for a future they had planned&lt;br /&gt;When a star fell from the sky&lt;br /&gt;And the thunder stunt her earth&lt;br /&gt;with shattering noise&lt;br /&gt;Her valentine was lying in blood&lt;br /&gt;It was 11:59 night before valentine's&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;did she have a chance&lt;br /&gt;to glance at him for the last time&lt;br /&gt;did she have a chance to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;She was planning something else&lt;br /&gt;Coz what had to come wasn't planned.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I imagined his grave was empty&lt;br /&gt;souless creatures trying to seek his land&lt;br /&gt;Cruelly they ate her too&lt;br /&gt;But silently she bore her dismay.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;She will be alone for her love&lt;br /&gt;Sobbing on his grave.&lt;br /&gt;Leaving the world behind&lt;br /&gt;Her eyes dried and showed pain&lt;br /&gt;nobody came to lend a hand.&lt;br /&gt;She was alone for him&lt;br /&gt;Until the end of time.&lt;br /&gt;She comes everyday&lt;br /&gt;Spends every night&lt;br /&gt;People called her crazy&lt;br /&gt;Who is she?&lt;br /&gt;The unmarried widow dying&lt;br /&gt;since he had died.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7427935479210179589-4273120724823933616?l=tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4273120724823933616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/2012/02/unmarried-widow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427935479210179589/posts/default/4273120724823933616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427935479210179589/posts/default/4273120724823933616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/2012/02/unmarried-widow.html' title='Unmarried Widow'/><author><name>La Cleora Ortiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493151676540735342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/SpQRW2gBR5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/5ti56-Qdh30/S220/rose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bOD0Vg46i0s/T0e516wxDhI/AAAAAAAACAU/nokVdDbM32w/s72-c/dark_girl_last_leaf_falling_grave.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7427935479210179589.post-2223370831848566898</id><published>2012-01-05T21:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T06:06:14.062-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling to my Grave</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IZTyVtoSauI/Twrt-phHkkI/AAAAAAAABQQ/Fd3VTdYxQes/s1600/grave-like-hole200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 271px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IZTyVtoSauI/Twrt-phHkkI/AAAAAAAABQQ/Fd3VTdYxQes/s400/grave-like-hole200.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695626339315847746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please come alone&lt;br /&gt;To the funnel&lt;br /&gt;To my grave.&lt;br /&gt;With rolling tears on your cheeks&lt;br /&gt;with a heart for my fate.&lt;br /&gt;I have been crying&lt;br /&gt;and trying to escape.&lt;br /&gt;But am caught up,&lt;br /&gt;Am Caught up&lt;br /&gt;to the road to nowhere&lt;br /&gt;And it has no end.&lt;br /&gt;Am battling against my fate&lt;br /&gt;Am battling against myself&lt;br /&gt;But I hear thunder&lt;br /&gt;And only myself.&lt;br /&gt;Now am down to one last word&lt;br /&gt;Will you let me stay.&lt;br /&gt;am falling from edge&lt;br /&gt;And 6 feet below the earth&lt;br /&gt;seems still far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Am looking up to find you&lt;br /&gt;crying to my grave&lt;br /&gt;Am lying down&lt;br /&gt;And I can see all my mistakes&lt;br /&gt;But I am on road to nowhere&lt;br /&gt;And trapped in this grave&lt;br /&gt;6 feet below the earth,&lt;br /&gt;Am still waiting&lt;br /&gt;You will come to me&lt;br /&gt;with some faith.&lt;br /&gt;am falling from edge&lt;br /&gt;And 6 feet below the earth&lt;br /&gt;seems still far away.&lt;br /&gt;Am crying Helen, to save me&lt;br /&gt;But am down one last word&lt;br /&gt;Will you,&lt;br /&gt;Will you let me stay.&lt;br /&gt;Am 6 feet under ground&lt;br /&gt;and am waiting&lt;br /&gt;For you to shed some tears.&lt;br /&gt;Please come alone&lt;br /&gt;To the funnel&lt;br /&gt;To my grave&lt;br /&gt;With rolling tears on your cheeks&lt;br /&gt;for my soul to escape.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7427935479210179589-2223370831848566898?l=tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2223370831848566898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/2012/01/6-feet-down-earth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427935479210179589/posts/default/2223370831848566898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427935479210179589/posts/default/2223370831848566898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/2012/01/6-feet-down-earth.html' title='Falling to my Grave'/><author><name>La Cleora Ortiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493151676540735342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/SpQRW2gBR5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/5ti56-Qdh30/S220/rose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IZTyVtoSauI/Twrt-phHkkI/AAAAAAAABQQ/Fd3VTdYxQes/s72-c/grave-like-hole200.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7427935479210179589.post-5528234750560509166</id><published>2011-12-31T09:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T12:46:14.472-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moonlight Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://felinesmile.blogspot.com/"&gt;- A gift of light, by Sir Charlemagne&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z9cjM774w54/TwB3eDRpmfI/AAAAAAAABPg/OYsE9d5F194/s1600/Divinity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 314px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z9cjM774w54/TwB3eDRpmfI/AAAAAAAABPg/OYsE9d5F194/s400/Divinity.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692681287155423730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moonlight girl,&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Moonlight girl&lt;br /&gt;I reach out for her&lt;br /&gt;but she slips away.&lt;br /&gt;Silver trussles roll over&lt;br /&gt;my face&lt;br /&gt;and I fall,&lt;br /&gt;fall, I fall in my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;She hints at me&lt;br /&gt;and I see&lt;br /&gt;she goes around but&lt;br /&gt;never comes around&lt;br /&gt;and I come to.&lt;br /&gt;Moonlight girl,&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Moonlight girl&lt;br /&gt;where you to be&lt;br /&gt;this shimmer&lt;br /&gt;that I see&lt;br /&gt;ain't no place closer to be.&lt;br /&gt;Life goes on&lt;br /&gt;and I run along&lt;br /&gt;through days&lt;br /&gt;and there I see again&lt;br /&gt;in my dreams I see&lt;br /&gt;the shadow of the&lt;br /&gt;Moonlight girl,&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Moonlight girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7427935479210179589-5528234750560509166?l=tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5528234750560509166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/2011/12/moonlight-girl.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427935479210179589/posts/default/5528234750560509166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427935479210179589/posts/default/5528234750560509166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/2011/12/moonlight-girl.html' title='Moonlight Girl'/><author><name>La Cleora Ortiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493151676540735342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/SpQRW2gBR5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/5ti56-Qdh30/S220/rose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z9cjM774w54/TwB3eDRpmfI/AAAAAAAABPg/OYsE9d5F194/s72-c/Divinity.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7427935479210179589.post-7393420958682112964</id><published>2011-11-18T01:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T12:05:59.742-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Once Upon A Time, there was a Black Witch!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IzZVT4r3Y-U/TsYt_iWFKKI/AAAAAAAABPA/g7CPZej1dqY/s1600/halloween-witch-in-a-castle-wallpaper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676274949921515682" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IzZVT4r3Y-U/TsYt_iWFKKI/AAAAAAAABPA/g7CPZej1dqY/s400/halloween-witch-in-a-castle-wallpaper.jpg" style="float: left; height: 444px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 436px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time, long long ago there was a princess. She used to be very lonely, living in an alien town. This was the place where she met the prince Charming of fairy land. But they weren't friends and not at all close, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;jus&lt;/span&gt; two travellers sharing few words. The charming prince had already given his heart to the witch of far far land. The witch was a feeder, feeds on young heart, and was preying this time on dear &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Charming's&lt;/span&gt; heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She had a rabbit on her target and a prince to ambush. She had taken all way, made a prince to beg. But prince had faith, she is too honest, she understands. And her smiling humors made his life worthy. The joke was on him, when whole town laughed at his back. Still the prince kept on begging and asked for a date to love. The witch took the chance played the card of being friend forever. Henceforth she got her rabbit and prince wasn't needed to hold. She ignored him, she maintained the distance but prince kept on trying over and over for hopeless romance.&lt;br /&gt;Months and months went by, his heart kept burning day and night. He started surviving on bread and wine, despaired the soles, departed from whole world. Then came the phase where he got soaked in work, but at the end of the day her letter and memories used to eat out his heart &amp;amp; soul. Nights started spending only with beer and wine but crying heart of his was never heard by her.&lt;br /&gt;The princess was a distant observant, who couldn't watch any more. Gathering her broken heart together, she gave her hand to the man. The prince was broken inside and kept sobbing for the gone. The princess was there for him listening to every word he told. But while night fall, and before she sleeps she prayed to the stars to hear, "when the prince will look at me, when he will feel for me" but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;jus'&lt;/span&gt; before closing her eyes she wishes her prayer never come true "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Coz&lt;/span&gt; I ain't deserve!".&lt;br /&gt;The prince used to be rough sometime, she was left lonely some while. But one day the prince thought to try his love with her and kissed her in the beach rear. The day she could never let slip away, she promised her life to him since that day. But the prince thought its a mistake and left her on the first valentine's day. She passed through jungles of alien town, frightened by the darkness and the howling sound, still not losing hopes she pass to pronounce, "not to let go, we can work this out". Charming listened and told her patting "Until you there in the palace, you'll know there are thorn outside but you ain't have to worry until you're inside. But there's no certainty, no hope we can build a home but still we'll be together until we can hold". Princess was consoled and tried to hold on. Days passed by and months turned into years until one sudden day when everything was happy the witch came along. Charlie's sparkling eyes went bright seeing her, the love inside him once again &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;emerged&lt;/span&gt;. Princess looked at him for some time and left them together for that while. When the prince came back they had a fight, and the broken trust couldn't got meld with time. Still she fought to let go and break the insecurity in her. Believing in unseen she trusted her prince forever. One after another the prince shattered her heart but one day his uncle remarked, "the wedding!", "Why not! It can be the time." Princess was again happy a purpose, a reason to be lively for sometime, this will change everything and answer to all fights. But the wedding was not until another year. And this year changed everything, every single goodness they had, the four pillars of relation, they fallen apart. The princess was turning to black magic and the prince was drawing apart from his rebound. The day before the wedding she showed up, the witch of far far land. She was beautiful and apologetic in tone, she asked to take, take her back for the love only she deserved to hold. The prince didn't reply as if he stayed pause, seeing him like this the princess couldn't stand. She came forward and shown her furious look, she tried to scare the witch away. That day the witch left to her far far land, left without saying a single word. And the wedding was done with a hope &amp;amp; dreams of happiness for always and forever.&lt;br /&gt;Few months haven't passed, the prince was fed up with his own wife, always blamed her with mistakes of innocent tries, they never recovered the constant fights. The princess tried to understand 'Why?' even though it broken her inside until one day the prince left her again, and this time with hate in his eyes. With her heart broken she started the search yelled his name a thousand times, "wherever he is, he be safe, the only hope I can keep faith". She sent letters, she asked her crows to search. After the long night and half a day she finally succeed to bring him back. She hoped that things will change but it got worsen so much. So much that the relationship exist no more. The desperation to break up was final word.&lt;/div&gt;One day the princess found a letter in his drawer. A letter the witch had written addressing to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Charming's&lt;/span&gt; thoughts. That second paused for our princess, her body was numb, she sat on a chair and suddenly realised, "How I look now? its been so long". She watched herself in mirror, the mirror to reveal the soul, to analyse the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;truth&lt;/span&gt; lies in the dark eyes. She saw herself turned into a black witch surrounded by the crows of ugly town, she saw him to be happy if he kisses the maiden of far far land. The kiss meant by the prince only for her in the beach, which the black witch had stole with her dramatic surreal.&lt;br /&gt;She asked her reflection 'Mirror! Mirror! What should I do? I leave, or let him go? He left me already what more to be told. I make him happy no more, but he can be happy again, why to pit the chances low.'&lt;br /&gt;This is the end of the tale, The black witch will live, for a year of separation, for the prince to let go.&lt;br /&gt;Finally the prince Charming will be happily forever after being together, with the honored maiden of far far land, living in a home. And the black witch of ugly town gets what she deserved, living alone in castle of dolor, punishing herself for the instances she belongs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7427935479210179589-7393420958682112964?l=tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7393420958682112964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/2011/11/once-upon-time-long-long-ago-there-was.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427935479210179589/posts/default/7393420958682112964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427935479210179589/posts/default/7393420958682112964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/2011/11/once-upon-time-long-long-ago-there-was.html' title='Once Upon A Time, there was a Black Witch!'/><author><name>La Cleora Ortiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493151676540735342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/SpQRW2gBR5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/5ti56-Qdh30/S220/rose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IzZVT4r3Y-U/TsYt_iWFKKI/AAAAAAAABPA/g7CPZej1dqY/s72-c/halloween-witch-in-a-castle-wallpaper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7427935479210179589.post-6055097836971131875</id><published>2011-10-24T01:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T01:49:44.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Catch Up with You!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F7bQ_oTvLwY/TqUl8MFO0FI/AAAAAAAABOc/ytt1WHC5efw/s1600/Abandoned.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666977422081183826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F7bQ_oTvLwY/TqUl8MFO0FI/AAAAAAAABOc/ytt1WHC5efw/s400/Abandoned.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people jus dont care,&lt;br /&gt;could have talk little softer&lt;br /&gt;could have not judged for past&lt;br /&gt;could be a bit polite&lt;br /&gt;trying to heal the wound&lt;br /&gt;fade to be scars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people have left already&lt;br /&gt;its only the matter of time&lt;br /&gt;still you are standing in a way&lt;br /&gt;where nowhere is the route.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people you care about&lt;br /&gt;and hurt by their act&lt;br /&gt;but it so obvious&lt;br /&gt;you aint worth their time.&lt;br /&gt;your tear drops&lt;br /&gt;has no meaning&lt;br /&gt;your pain is noto their life&lt;br /&gt;they dont care about you&lt;br /&gt;its better to accept this fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They pretend to wait for you&lt;br /&gt;to talk all over to smooth the path&lt;br /&gt;you will be mad&lt;br /&gt;but still you are moved&lt;br /&gt;trying to meet his heart.&lt;br /&gt;but they'll never come for you&lt;br /&gt;they left coz they will abandon you&lt;br /&gt;they dont look back for you&lt;br /&gt;even if you can't catch up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7427935479210179589-6055097836971131875?l=tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6055097836971131875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/2011/10/cant-catch-up-with-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427935479210179589/posts/default/6055097836971131875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427935479210179589/posts/default/6055097836971131875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/2011/10/cant-catch-up-with-you.html' title='Can&apos;t Catch Up with You!!'/><author><name>La Cleora Ortiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493151676540735342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/SpQRW2gBR5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/5ti56-Qdh30/S220/rose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F7bQ_oTvLwY/TqUl8MFO0FI/AAAAAAAABOc/ytt1WHC5efw/s72-c/Abandoned.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7427935479210179589.post-1268433176126870836</id><published>2011-09-05T10:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T13:04:17.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paralysed Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VhfOvUH-yVQ/TmZR4AMCcBI/AAAAAAAABK0/fHCDLnF_C9I/s1600/Wyeth%252C%2BChristinas%2BWorld.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 466px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 309px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649292805147881490" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VhfOvUH-yVQ/TmZR4AMCcBI/AAAAAAAABK0/fHCDLnF_C9I/s400/Wyeth%252C%2BChristinas%2BWorld.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel paralyzed&lt;br /&gt;With the guilt of being me.&lt;br /&gt;I look at the sky&lt;br /&gt;With empty vision.&lt;br /&gt;In silence&lt;br /&gt;I mourn my weeping heart.&lt;br /&gt;I can feel&lt;br /&gt;my insane sanity&lt;br /&gt;feeling the wound everyday&lt;br /&gt;accepting the reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lightening has stuck,&lt;br /&gt;Rain has cleared the dirt.&lt;br /&gt;He sang a song&lt;br /&gt;to peace my heart,&lt;br /&gt;But still its weeping&lt;br /&gt;I ain't know what it says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now there's drop&lt;br /&gt;of silence&lt;br /&gt;And there's so much&lt;br /&gt;I would like to say.&lt;br /&gt;Am sorry for my behavior&lt;br /&gt;There's no justice&lt;br /&gt;For which is wrongly done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Baby am addicted"&lt;br /&gt;can you say it once more&lt;br /&gt;Make our love lively again&lt;br /&gt;Whisper a song,&lt;br /&gt;Whisper me precious.&lt;br /&gt;Make me feel&lt;br /&gt;that I can't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7427935479210179589-1268433176126870836?l=tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1268433176126870836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/2011/09/paralysed-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427935479210179589/posts/default/1268433176126870836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427935479210179589/posts/default/1268433176126870836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/2011/09/paralysed-love.html' title='Paralysed Love'/><author><name>La Cleora Ortiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493151676540735342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/SpQRW2gBR5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/5ti56-Qdh30/S220/rose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VhfOvUH-yVQ/TmZR4AMCcBI/AAAAAAAABK0/fHCDLnF_C9I/s72-c/Wyeth%252C%2BChristinas%2BWorld.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7427935479210179589.post-5877006390684665607</id><published>2011-09-02T09:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T10:04:57.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart In Sand</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NjpWKUwgTsI/TmEJhsnYOhI/AAAAAAAABKk/wvOgcVKoB_8/s1600/love.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 404px; height: 329px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NjpWKUwgTsI/TmEJhsnYOhI/AAAAAAAABKk/wvOgcVKoB_8/s400/love.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647805882215971346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You give to me this&lt;br /&gt;but then take it away&lt;br /&gt;A moment of silent satisfaction&lt;br /&gt;A moment I appreciate.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My heart feels&lt;br /&gt;heavy with the emotion&lt;br /&gt;So precious&lt;br /&gt;So strong&lt;br /&gt;I wait for the right moment&lt;br /&gt;to pen my song.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why it is taken away&lt;br /&gt;Why I've to bury in grave&lt;br /&gt;Why my emotions&lt;br /&gt;get cold again,&lt;br /&gt;when the warmth&lt;br /&gt;of passion its meant?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The vows I'll take&lt;br /&gt;of golden words&lt;br /&gt;Not someone written&lt;br /&gt;over sand&lt;br /&gt;We draw our heart&lt;br /&gt;together&lt;br /&gt;We built a home&lt;br /&gt;ours&lt;br /&gt;We hold a hand&lt;br /&gt;each other's&lt;br /&gt;We grow old&lt;br /&gt;together&lt;br /&gt;But all in vain unless&lt;br /&gt;we're in love&lt;br /&gt;forever.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7427935479210179589-5877006390684665607?l=tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5877006390684665607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/2011/09/heart-in-sand.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427935479210179589/posts/default/5877006390684665607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427935479210179589/posts/default/5877006390684665607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/2011/09/heart-in-sand.html' title='Heart In Sand'/><author><name>La Cleora Ortiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493151676540735342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/SpQRW2gBR5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/5ti56-Qdh30/S220/rose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NjpWKUwgTsI/TmEJhsnYOhI/AAAAAAAABKk/wvOgcVKoB_8/s72-c/love.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7427935479210179589.post-7384065031915289584</id><published>2011-09-01T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T12:55:15.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Recognize</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YiQJnj00yvs/Tl_hfuCXbGI/AAAAAAAABKc/K-qAXdxazGA/s1600/kmjh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 420px; height: 280px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YiQJnj00yvs/Tl_hfuCXbGI/AAAAAAAABKc/K-qAXdxazGA/s400/kmjh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647480392796040290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stare in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;once or twice&lt;br /&gt;there's standing one&lt;br /&gt;can't recognize&lt;br /&gt;I feel I know her&lt;br /&gt;sometimes&lt;br /&gt;But who is it&lt;br /&gt;can't define&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know what been there&lt;br /&gt;until then&lt;br /&gt;somebody stuck it&lt;br /&gt;with bullet in rain&lt;br /&gt;shot to be dead&lt;br /&gt;in a while&lt;br /&gt;her means or absence&lt;br /&gt;ain't mattered why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleeding to death&lt;br /&gt;but everyone passed by&lt;br /&gt;her heart was cold&lt;br /&gt;with burning eyes&lt;br /&gt;mourn on her face&lt;br /&gt;with silent pain&lt;br /&gt;her absence to me&lt;br /&gt;is crying night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was her a moment back&lt;br /&gt;but now its me&lt;br /&gt;who am I?&lt;br /&gt;I stare in mirror&lt;br /&gt;once or twice&lt;br /&gt;there's standing one&lt;br /&gt;can't recognize&lt;br /&gt;I feel I know her&lt;br /&gt;sometimes&lt;br /&gt;But who is me?&lt;br /&gt;can't define...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7427935479210179589-7384065031915289584?l=tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7384065031915289584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/2011/09/cant-recognize.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427935479210179589/posts/default/7384065031915289584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427935479210179589/posts/default/7384065031915289584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/2011/09/cant-recognize.html' title='Can&apos;t Recognize'/><author><name>La Cleora Ortiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493151676540735342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/SpQRW2gBR5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/5ti56-Qdh30/S220/rose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YiQJnj00yvs/Tl_hfuCXbGI/AAAAAAAABKc/K-qAXdxazGA/s72-c/kmjh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7427935479210179589.post-6940710455361530206</id><published>2011-08-30T03:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T10:46:29.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bird Of Grave</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IAcvzbaHb98/Tly9GOxCCfI/AAAAAAAABKE/qlKb-9V8VPs/s1600/1314239402.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646595947556375026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IAcvzbaHb98/Tly9GOxCCfI/AAAAAAAABKE/qlKb-9V8VPs/s400/1314239402.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun won't rise for me&lt;br /&gt;my dark grave are held with cloud&lt;br /&gt;its 60 days of night for me&lt;br /&gt;I wanna to be alone in gathered stream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calling the darkness&lt;br /&gt;fright the fate I create&lt;br /&gt;the empty heart call an angel&lt;br /&gt;for going a distant from all apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am&lt;br /&gt;The bird of grave and starve&lt;br /&gt;the feeling is depressing&lt;br /&gt;but desperate in all my act&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;strive back, fight away&lt;br /&gt;I see my frustrated past&lt;br /&gt;am lonely I want to be alone&lt;br /&gt;even frustration clumsy new start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The walls are closing in&lt;br /&gt;I know myself ain't seen&lt;br /&gt;I see the mirror's cast&lt;br /&gt;The matter I ain't figure out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who is to say&lt;br /&gt;who build this phase&lt;br /&gt;how I get away&lt;br /&gt;how I get to pay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My damage, depressive past&lt;br /&gt;I keep inside my heart&lt;br /&gt;it will follow my grave&lt;br /&gt;mock my existence even in death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't sleep in peace&lt;br /&gt;ever again&lt;br /&gt;My eyes still bleed&lt;br /&gt;the tears of pain.&lt;br /&gt;End is freeze&lt;br /&gt;in conscious hell.&lt;br /&gt;Never to tell&lt;br /&gt;never again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7427935479210179589-6940710455361530206?l=tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6940710455361530206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/2011/08/bird-of-grave.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427935479210179589/posts/default/6940710455361530206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427935479210179589/posts/default/6940710455361530206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/2011/08/bird-of-grave.html' title='Bird Of Grave'/><author><name>La Cleora Ortiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493151676540735342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/SpQRW2gBR5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/5ti56-Qdh30/S220/rose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IAcvzbaHb98/Tly9GOxCCfI/AAAAAAAABKE/qlKb-9V8VPs/s72-c/1314239402.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7427935479210179589.post-7585895474168395752</id><published>2011-08-27T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T09:41:15.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Am Damaged !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eN-AGTUHN64/Tl0SUIkMr6I/AAAAAAAABKM/1E8S0CRDHDQ/s1600/index.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 313px; height: 301px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eN-AGTUHN64/Tl0SUIkMr6I/AAAAAAAABKM/1E8S0CRDHDQ/s400/index.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646689644898463650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bullet has hit my heart&lt;br /&gt;already am cold&lt;br /&gt;you said and the boat has sailed&lt;br /&gt;its done,&lt;br /&gt;without or with action discussed and told.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My torn brown pages&lt;br /&gt;are burnt&lt;br /&gt;I exist no more&lt;br /&gt;I got to define my action&lt;br /&gt;those I did all for your good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am lost again&lt;br /&gt;in the darkness, with no hope.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe a clingy fraud&lt;br /&gt;I look at mirror&lt;br /&gt;You ain't known me, I told myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two and half year passed so fast&lt;br /&gt;I believe the understanding&lt;br /&gt;been a trust&lt;br /&gt;That day "I want a puppet"&lt;br /&gt;its all you said&lt;br /&gt;to shut me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today our relationship is registered&lt;br /&gt;but am still a cheater and still a fraud.&lt;br /&gt;you said "I tricked you"&lt;br /&gt;coz I tired to heal the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am wrong to cry to top of my voice&lt;br /&gt;I weep but cant change my past&lt;br /&gt;my future I have changed&lt;br /&gt;my own hand.&lt;br /&gt;Its end now... Its end now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7427935479210179589-7585895474168395752?l=tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7585895474168395752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/2011/08/am-damaged.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427935479210179589/posts/default/7585895474168395752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427935479210179589/posts/default/7585895474168395752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/2011/08/am-damaged.html' title='Am Damaged !!'/><author><name>La Cleora Ortiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493151676540735342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/SpQRW2gBR5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/5ti56-Qdh30/S220/rose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eN-AGTUHN64/Tl0SUIkMr6I/AAAAAAAABKM/1E8S0CRDHDQ/s72-c/index.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7427935479210179589.post-8418353950125812151</id><published>2011-07-01T06:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T06:32:42.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Awkward Observation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6j7AvzqWgwI/TiAu24htSYI/AAAAAAAABGE/1DFUTowlY7w/s1600/100_0552.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629551054634699138" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6j7AvzqWgwI/TiAu24htSYI/AAAAAAAABGE/1DFUTowlY7w/s400/100_0552.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awkward nature is a fact of unusuality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Finding salvation is treated unworthy&lt;br /&gt;remind me of the past and presence of ambiguity&lt;br /&gt;The future seems so far away,&lt;br /&gt;and the darkness there soon be reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its awkward how we choose sides&lt;br /&gt;somehow or another ditch the true eyes&lt;br /&gt;its easier to run away from the responsibility&lt;br /&gt;to judge and open up our eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange is the human nature&lt;br /&gt;yet naive &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;to sit and observe&lt;br /&gt;before understanding the animal nature&lt;br /&gt;own habits need to be apprehend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several hurdle we put in each others way&lt;br /&gt;no reason for which we blame&lt;br /&gt;action speak no meaning at all&lt;br /&gt;no match with the decision you say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ain't even look in reflection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yet pass on the comments to judge&lt;br /&gt;How am I failure someways&lt;br /&gt;How dare you didn't say nice words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rudeness is golden trait&lt;br /&gt;while in politeness&lt;br /&gt;and sweetly it can be faked&lt;br /&gt;Gesture we expect from other&lt;br /&gt;ain't it too much if its not ours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Observing ourselves is awkward to try.&lt;br /&gt;Still show how if noticed&lt;br /&gt;you cant return to that point&lt;br /&gt;changed as a person, solitude stays by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awkward observation is a lot to jot down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;every point shows our criminal eyes&lt;br /&gt;how we face ourselves in own reflection to fight&lt;br /&gt;when monster stand infornt of us&lt;br /&gt;and we had expect a fairy smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7427935479210179589-8418353950125812151?l=tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8418353950125812151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/2011/07/awkward-observation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427935479210179589/posts/default/8418353950125812151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427935479210179589/posts/default/8418353950125812151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/2011/07/awkward-observation.html' title='Awkward Observation'/><author><name>La Cleora Ortiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493151676540735342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/SpQRW2gBR5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/5ti56-Qdh30/S220/rose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6j7AvzqWgwI/TiAu24htSYI/AAAAAAAABGE/1DFUTowlY7w/s72-c/100_0552.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7427935479210179589.post-3069952092496773726</id><published>2011-06-16T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T05:14:02.007-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking an Exile</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k5H51ys8JKM/TfpyhHVZJlI/AAAAAAAABF4/C6XDLu2NY00/s1600/loneliness.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 433px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 289px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618929398328141394" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k5H51ys8JKM/TfpyhHVZJlI/AAAAAAAABF4/C6XDLu2NY00/s400/loneliness.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start, then I stop,&lt;br /&gt;I hear and then get blind,&lt;br /&gt;The heart scream and am quite&lt;br /&gt;when tears roll, I keep smile.&lt;br /&gt;The silence stays on my lips,&lt;br /&gt;but can't stop my mind,&lt;br /&gt;to move around this,&lt;br /&gt;What is peace, whats happiness,&lt;br /&gt;when my soul is complete.&lt;br /&gt;I try to chase a light,&lt;br /&gt;to open up, to escape and cry out loud&lt;br /&gt;I try to seek a sound,&lt;br /&gt;when whole world has shut down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pause, when I start.&lt;br /&gt;am lost, when I walk.&lt;br /&gt;The beauty I gaze,&lt;br /&gt;yet my heart can't skip breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There several striving back&lt;br /&gt;but always I fell upside down&lt;br /&gt;Now I can't get up to find&lt;br /&gt;those broken solution are confined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every faith I had, is lost with time&lt;br /&gt;my strengths are drowned in weaknesses now.&lt;br /&gt;whats sorrow, how I define&lt;br /&gt;my whole life's been struggling time.&lt;br /&gt;When sadness become a music&lt;br /&gt;and harmony is played by misery&lt;br /&gt;where the life stops&lt;br /&gt;to appreciate the beauty&lt;br /&gt;the stage I admired around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That moment I was alone&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed talking to my own&lt;br /&gt;several hymns and words I spoke&lt;br /&gt;carelessly ignored other soles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my poor heart can not feel,&lt;br /&gt;the hole inside heart didn't heal,&lt;br /&gt;the sufferings are still excruciating&lt;br /&gt;and there is nothing in this world to hold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These storms, which frequently pass by&lt;br /&gt;it rises with winning height&lt;br /&gt;I fall on my face for the last time&lt;br /&gt;and this time no tears but a smile.&lt;br /&gt;I admit my failure now&lt;br /&gt;I realize I can't win any how&lt;br /&gt;defeat is what I take, with my head bow.&lt;br /&gt;I can't fight, no more.&lt;br /&gt;I won't struggle, no more.&lt;br /&gt;I give up, with numb fold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take away this lost sole of mine,&lt;br /&gt;am not guilty but won't give any alibi.&lt;br /&gt;With all I have given up,&lt;br /&gt;with all I am leaving behind,&lt;br /&gt;my heart will be there with you,&lt;br /&gt;when I take an exile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7427935479210179589-3069952092496773726?l=tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3069952092496773726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/2011/06/taking-exile.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427935479210179589/posts/default/3069952092496773726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427935479210179589/posts/default/3069952092496773726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/2011/06/taking-exile.html' title='Taking an Exile'/><author><name>La Cleora Ortiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493151676540735342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/SpQRW2gBR5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/5ti56-Qdh30/S220/rose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k5H51ys8JKM/TfpyhHVZJlI/AAAAAAAABF4/C6XDLu2NY00/s72-c/loneliness.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7427935479210179589.post-4063644684937865146</id><published>2011-04-18T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T13:12:22.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The World is About To End</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aTrDzMNp9Ao/TaxLqiwpcZI/AAAAAAAABFY/LDpp885s9zA/s1600/End-of-the-World-horror-movies-7213968-1024-768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 456px; height: 341px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aTrDzMNp9Ao/TaxLqiwpcZI/AAAAAAAABFY/LDpp885s9zA/s400/End-of-the-World-horror-movies-7213968-1024-768.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596931631172120978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some said the world will end with fire&lt;br /&gt;some said with ice&lt;br /&gt;But none coming to despair&lt;br /&gt;I hope Thee be satisfied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some greys left with ashes&lt;br /&gt;memories left in tears&lt;br /&gt;pass by those foggy colors&lt;br /&gt;once cherish to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I erase the truth once felt&lt;br /&gt;with the lies I witness today&lt;br /&gt;How did I misjudge the honesty&lt;br /&gt;I trust to built all okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The unanswer questions are forgotten&lt;br /&gt;but nothing leaves those memory lanes&lt;br /&gt;forget the passing clarity now&lt;br /&gt;the soul insanely trapped in tragedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets move ahead outta the open beach&lt;br /&gt;We embrace each other one last time&lt;br /&gt;before demising our existence behind&lt;br /&gt;and lets kiss till this time ends&lt;br /&gt;for that's the way we remember this paradisaical end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No painting will keep our memory&lt;br /&gt;No writing to save our tale&lt;br /&gt;The only peace is to rejoice the moment&lt;br /&gt;where no difference would ever meant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7427935479210179589-4063644684937865146?l=tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4063644684937865146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/2011/04/world-is-about-to-end.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427935479210179589/posts/default/4063644684937865146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427935479210179589/posts/default/4063644684937865146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/2011/04/world-is-about-to-end.html' title='The World is About To End'/><author><name>La Cleora Ortiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493151676540735342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/SpQRW2gBR5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/5ti56-Qdh30/S220/rose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aTrDzMNp9Ao/TaxLqiwpcZI/AAAAAAAABFY/LDpp885s9zA/s72-c/End-of-the-World-horror-movies-7213968-1024-768.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7427935479210179589.post-3651885866651221554</id><published>2011-03-08T08:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T08:14:09.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is REAL?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bYesLJokwdU/TXZdoRpY5qI/AAAAAAAABEw/eKOkl1Y77Ss/s1600/love2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 430px; height: 322px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bYesLJokwdU/TXZdoRpY5qI/AAAAAAAABEw/eKOkl1Y77Ss/s400/love2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581751734685460130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let it be the last time&lt;br /&gt;Let's not fight again&lt;br /&gt;the hurt and pain if I give&lt;br /&gt;Lets us erase those stains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't hurt you again&lt;br /&gt;I will be someone you wanted&lt;br /&gt;It won't happen again&lt;br /&gt;It won't happen again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am the one in fault&lt;br /&gt;Please forgive and lets move ahead&lt;br /&gt;I hope for a future of being us&lt;br /&gt;so Lets fight once again&lt;br /&gt;to get our love back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets fight once more&lt;br /&gt;to strive back to each other&lt;br /&gt;to bridge the gap of stress&lt;br /&gt;together the future we have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how I see it&lt;br /&gt;give me your hand to show you that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what if, what he said, all a lie&lt;br /&gt;pretending, its all it was&lt;br /&gt;how you believe what you see&lt;br /&gt;and there nothing else than deceive&lt;br /&gt;broken my trust when he said goodbye&lt;br /&gt;next time he wasn't even ready&lt;br /&gt;but then came a text to tell me&lt;br /&gt;"I hope no hope of us in future"&lt;br /&gt;This is what I perceive&lt;br /&gt;How you decide upon what is real&lt;br /&gt;is it what you see or the words you hear.&lt;br /&gt;Oh! my reader tell me this, what I do,&lt;br /&gt;with the pieces of my broken heart&lt;br /&gt;how I decide, what is real?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7427935479210179589-3651885866651221554?l=tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3651885866651221554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/2011/03/what-is-real.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427935479210179589/posts/default/3651885866651221554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427935479210179589/posts/default/3651885866651221554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/2011/03/what-is-real.html' title='What is REAL?'/><author><name>La Cleora Ortiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493151676540735342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/SpQRW2gBR5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/5ti56-Qdh30/S220/rose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bYesLJokwdU/TXZdoRpY5qI/AAAAAAAABEw/eKOkl1Y77Ss/s72-c/love2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7427935479210179589.post-7898179354660131017</id><published>2011-02-17T08:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T09:07:58.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GoodBye ("You DON'T CARE NO MORE")</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;- Photo By &lt;a href="http://felinesmile.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sir Charlemagne&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TpmSSOF9NoY/TV1UzcebYkI/AAAAAAAABEY/fWkJOPaDLAY/s1600/no%2Bmore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 308px; height: 380px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TpmSSOF9NoY/TV1UzcebYkI/AAAAAAAABEY/fWkJOPaDLAY/s400/no%2Bmore.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574705156548420162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tough thing is you aint share your tears&lt;br /&gt;the toughness in the emotion you dont bear&lt;br /&gt;the truth is the heart has died in numbness of fear&lt;br /&gt;lost in dark valley&lt;br /&gt;speaking of truth&lt;br /&gt;in the memories of falseness&lt;br /&gt;paying for the mistakes&lt;br /&gt;to dream to breathe and to be alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rough patch is to move ahead&lt;br /&gt;the rough patches are the memoirs of toughness&lt;br /&gt;the rough patched time is the time when&lt;br /&gt;you left me alone&lt;br /&gt;you leave me to suffer&lt;br /&gt;I always knew&lt;br /&gt;you'rnt the one to stand by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so you left me alone already&lt;br /&gt;from the start&lt;br /&gt;i was blinded by the love&lt;br /&gt;you misused my scars&lt;br /&gt;you left me alone&lt;br /&gt;forever and always&lt;br /&gt;you left me alone&lt;br /&gt;didn't even say goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7427935479210179589-7898179354660131017?l=tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7898179354660131017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/2011/02/goodbye.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427935479210179589/posts/default/7898179354660131017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427935479210179589/posts/default/7898179354660131017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/2011/02/goodbye.html' title='GoodBye (&quot;You DON&apos;T CARE NO MORE&quot;)'/><author><name>La Cleora Ortiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493151676540735342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/SpQRW2gBR5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/5ti56-Qdh30/S220/rose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TpmSSOF9NoY/TV1UzcebYkI/AAAAAAAABEY/fWkJOPaDLAY/s72-c/no%2Bmore.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7427935479210179589.post-6072990030000661621</id><published>2011-01-24T14:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T00:52:48.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The One Who Paid For Being In Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;- One by &lt;a href="http://felinesmile.blogspot.com/" target="tab"&gt;Outlines of Shades&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/TT5OjbCiSnI/AAAAAAAABEA/Pm3qX3PH1uk/s1600/medusa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 304px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 458px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565972559937292914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/TT5OjbCiSnI/AAAAAAAABEA/Pm3qX3PH1uk/s400/medusa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! we call her Medusa&lt;br /&gt;the one who paid for being in love.&lt;br /&gt;A beautiful priestess,&lt;br /&gt;innocently living with an open heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her hair were like&lt;br /&gt;meadows flowing,&lt;br /&gt;with the perfumed grace&lt;br /&gt;of her fair soft skin&lt;br /&gt;reflecting light from every edge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On her lay the eyes of Poseidon&lt;br /&gt;eyes as blue as the ocean&lt;br /&gt;He was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;holdin&lt;/span&gt;' His holy trident&lt;br /&gt;in His strength of manly grasp&lt;br /&gt;"oh! lady so fair, so precious&lt;br /&gt;if I can ever have a night with her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was as angelic as she could ever be&lt;br /&gt;she didn't know about His secret crush&lt;br /&gt;but then He came to visit more often.&lt;br /&gt;His tough muscle hypnotised her heart&lt;br /&gt;A man to depend, a sole to love&lt;br /&gt;a trust to get beheld in His arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh! my lady come to my arms&lt;br /&gt;give into yourself, and spend a moonless night&lt;br /&gt;oh! my lady, I will give you a life&lt;br /&gt;my love I will give, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;spendin&lt;/span&gt;' one night."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh! lord of supreme power&lt;br /&gt;am &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;jus&lt;/span&gt; a small priestess of towering Athena's temple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;livin&lt;/span&gt;' the ages of bronze&lt;br /&gt;will you protect me, will you love me?&lt;br /&gt;Forever in your arms&lt;br /&gt;will you behold?&lt;br /&gt;Is there in that heart&lt;br /&gt;do I have a place, a part?&lt;br /&gt;Like you stay in here&lt;br /&gt;forever and always&lt;br /&gt;and you can never part."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes my lady! Yes my love,&lt;br /&gt;not a night but life would be together.&lt;br /&gt;Hold my hand and move this way&lt;br /&gt;show our trust, and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;let'me&lt;/span&gt; hold you today"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! so lucky, a God had her loved&lt;br /&gt;she was a priestess, she was so fair&lt;br /&gt;an innocent heart paid for being in love&lt;br /&gt;her angelic soul for once fell in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what turned her into a monster,&lt;br /&gt;it was a curse of a jealous heart.&lt;br /&gt;"Let her beautiful hair turn to serpents&lt;br /&gt;make her face so terrible to behold&lt;br /&gt;that the mere sight of it&lt;br /&gt;would turn onlookers to stone&lt;br /&gt;I curse you! I curse you!&lt;br /&gt;you are the refuge of my temple&lt;br /&gt;Athena says you are filth&lt;br /&gt;then how dare you tried to seek love.&lt;br /&gt;now pay for your mistakes&lt;br /&gt;now pay for being in love.&lt;br /&gt;Leave now! leave now!&lt;br /&gt;Leave my temple&lt;br /&gt;where you brought the dirt."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh! Poseidon save me from this curse&lt;br /&gt;I love you, I made no mistake&lt;br /&gt;tell mother I deserve your love"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tsk&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tsk&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tsk&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;your appalling face deserves no love&lt;br /&gt;You monster! seductive, sinful creature!&lt;br /&gt;you would be abandoned in Erebus.&lt;br /&gt;I leave you! I abandon you!&lt;br /&gt;I turn my back on you!&lt;br /&gt;you ain't deserve to be in love"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No my lord don't leave me&lt;br /&gt;I loved you, I trusted you&lt;br /&gt;Please hold my hand now.&lt;br /&gt;Oh! mother I served you so long&lt;br /&gt;my childhood, my youth I laid&lt;br /&gt;in your honor inside temple's door.&lt;br /&gt;Please don't curse me,&lt;br /&gt;I ain't done any wrong&lt;br /&gt;No sin I made&lt;br /&gt;Don't make me pay for my love.&lt;br /&gt;Save me oh! mother, Save me oh! my lord,&lt;br /&gt;Save me oh! god, Save me oh! god,&lt;br /&gt;sob... sob... sob!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her wails were ignored&lt;br /&gt;her whimper faded away&lt;br /&gt;her name though still remembered&lt;br /&gt;A monster called Medusa&lt;br /&gt;one who paid for being in love.&lt;br /&gt;Later killed by her lover's son&lt;br /&gt;Perseus called her punishment well-done&lt;br /&gt;A life ended, a sole dead in grave and betray&lt;br /&gt;Oh! we call her Medusa&lt;br /&gt;the one who paid for being in love. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7427935479210179589-6072990030000661621?l=tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6072990030000661621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/2011/01/one-who-paid-for-being-in-love.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427935479210179589/posts/default/6072990030000661621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427935479210179589/posts/default/6072990030000661621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/2011/01/one-who-paid-for-being-in-love.html' title='The One Who Paid For Being In Love'/><author><name>La Cleora Ortiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493151676540735342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/SpQRW2gBR5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/5ti56-Qdh30/S220/rose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/TT5OjbCiSnI/AAAAAAAABEA/Pm3qX3PH1uk/s72-c/medusa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7427935479210179589.post-3190850787241708019</id><published>2011-01-03T09:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T00:10:24.894-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Burnt out Raven!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/TSIGpb-uB9I/AAAAAAAABCw/bPEVNv6Z314/s1600/raven.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 446px; height: 393px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/TSIGpb-uB9I/AAAAAAAABCw/bPEVNv6Z314/s400/raven.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558012199083837394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood up&lt;br /&gt;but nobody listened to my howls&lt;br /&gt;I have been blamed now&lt;br /&gt;for my mistake of being unheard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past of my lost ways&lt;br /&gt;the fate been buried to grave&lt;br /&gt;the hurt been discarded&lt;br /&gt;discrimination in two faiths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am watchin' here standing still&lt;br /&gt;my head's bowed to other's feet&lt;br /&gt;"I ain't wanna be the same... wanna be the same!"&lt;br /&gt;I SCREAM, saving me&lt;br /&gt;from my diminishing existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sobbing silence yells to the world&lt;br /&gt;"give li'l mercy to this loving heart"&lt;br /&gt;my fault can't be Am in love&lt;br /&gt;believe my say as I have grown up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I ain't wanna be the same... wanna be the same"&lt;br /&gt;This all I have to say&lt;br /&gt;So be with it or discard&lt;br /&gt;Coz I'll be what I be&lt;br /&gt;granted by you or not!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7427935479210179589-3190850787241708019?l=tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3190850787241708019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/2011/01/burnt-out-raven.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427935479210179589/posts/default/3190850787241708019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427935479210179589/posts/default/3190850787241708019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/2011/01/burnt-out-raven.html' title='Burnt out Raven!!'/><author><name>La Cleora Ortiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493151676540735342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/SpQRW2gBR5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/5ti56-Qdh30/S220/rose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/TSIGpb-uB9I/AAAAAAAABCw/bPEVNv6Z314/s72-c/raven.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7427935479210179589.post-5156872192592889633</id><published>2011-01-02T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T09:16:00.388-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movin' On</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/TSCiM70WQSI/AAAAAAAABCo/D611llhyxgc/s1600/moving-forward.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 478px; height: 317px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/TSCiM70WQSI/AAAAAAAABCo/D611llhyxgc/s400/moving-forward.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557620283274576162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been so long yet we remember every scar whenever taking a trip down the memory lane, or whenever the broken bones ache if pushed li'l harder. Its human tendency not to accept the present, sometimes it is the past which is better, or the uncertain future would be good if you jus loosen up by making some sacrifices. But uncertain and unreal is not that's gonna shape the future, nor would gettin lost in the past make things better. Nothing gonna change by keepin' the pain alive in the heart. But what if I can't let it go? A sleepin' dragon doesn't mean a dead one. Its furious in all the same ways if poked a li'l to wake it up, furious enough to destroy everything around, lettin' go of the good and demolishing the bad. But loss can only be wept on by the one who has lost it, who's gonna judge later, if it was worth it.&lt;br /&gt;The start of this year, I made no resolutions. But I made a prayer not to God but the world, to be in peace, to keep the enchanting harmony alive. But 2nd Jan 1 AM, I stood in front of the mirror drunk and asked myself a question, "Forget the world... did I do it?" And of course, an honest drunk answer "Nope! Not at all!". If I can't have control over myself, am totally not rightful to expect the same thing from others. Whatever the reason would be, rage, anger, and frustration, ain't the answer. Ego doesn't solve anything. Its not gonna fix the future, its not gonna heal your past. The only thing it can leave you with is a team of mistakes, regret, disappointment, sorries and what could've been. And if it takes a meaningful apology and a true start to fix all, I'll choose to take it. If you don't, then I would say, "Welcome to the Team, man!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7427935479210179589-5156872192592889633?l=tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5156872192592889633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/2011/01/movin-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427935479210179589/posts/default/5156872192592889633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427935479210179589/posts/default/5156872192592889633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/2011/01/movin-on.html' title='Movin&apos; On'/><author><name>La Cleora Ortiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493151676540735342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/SpQRW2gBR5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/5ti56-Qdh30/S220/rose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/TSCiM70WQSI/AAAAAAAABCo/D611llhyxgc/s72-c/moving-forward.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7427935479210179589.post-1881362851892550733</id><published>2010-12-31T09:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T10:11:38.518-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peaceful Buddha</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Everybody, Have a great and peaceful New Year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presenting you the peace loving Buddha I made. For more snaps of the Buddha sculpture, check out the Slide show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/TR4cejakAMI/AAAAAAAABCQ/4vQUhW-3w3U/s1600/100_0704.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 388px; height: 527px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/TR4cejakAMI/AAAAAAAABCQ/4vQUhW-3w3U/s400/100_0704.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556910301450076354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I hope there comes no rage and hatred shadowing the world in the next year... or the years to come after... I know its too much to ask for from the world.... But please people! Readers, Please Help the world to bring Peace, for the world to Heal !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it needs to spread anything, spread Love and Happiness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7427935479210179589-1881362851892550733?l=tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1881362851892550733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/2010/12/peaceful-buddha.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427935479210179589/posts/default/1881362851892550733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427935479210179589/posts/default/1881362851892550733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/2010/12/peaceful-buddha.html' title='Peaceful Buddha'/><author><name>La Cleora Ortiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493151676540735342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/SpQRW2gBR5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/5ti56-Qdh30/S220/rose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/TR4cejakAMI/AAAAAAAABCQ/4vQUhW-3w3U/s72-c/100_0704.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7427935479210179589.post-5802184439953762312</id><published>2010-12-31T04:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T05:24:02.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lone Teardrop</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://felinesmile.blogspot.com/"&gt;By Sir Charlemagne from Feline Smile&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sometimes some touching words leave you with some happy and sad tears, so perfectly acquainted with your life that you left numb, how someone else felt exactly what you feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1 Jan 2009 we started to a path unknown and new, we started our journey and we started to walk together and decide to continue on this forever and always. Today's 31 Dec 2010, its been 2 years we had passed ups and downs, and still passing some li'l twist and turn in the drive of our life. Whilst continuing this journey, today morning I told him about my Grandpa and his last couple of days. And today on our 2nd Anniversary the beautiful and much precious gift he has gifted me. He gift me with a poem, a poem to my Grandpa, a poem that something I wanted to create but the words never whispered back. I was practically AWWed! By the words and feeling  as if they are mine even if not being mine.&lt;br /&gt;So first time am posting something not created by me or under the name of Outlines of Shades but brought to its existence, only and only by &lt;a href="http://felinesmile.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sir Magnum&lt;/a&gt; with his honest emotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Li'l Salute to my Grandpa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/TR3T2h1GF-I/AAAAAAAABBM/RRGxtgqva_4/s1600/100_0170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 462px; height: 346px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/TR3T2h1GF-I/AAAAAAAABBM/RRGxtgqva_4/s400/100_0170.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556830448992524258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staring back at the blank plastered ceiling&lt;br /&gt;waiting for, listening eagerly for whispers&lt;br /&gt;of my last breath escaping&lt;br /&gt;floating above all dear ones,&lt;br /&gt;through the hospital roof&lt;br /&gt;and into the eternal sunshine.&lt;br /&gt;"Hold on just another day,&lt;br /&gt;for your granddaughter's graduating today"&lt;br /&gt;These lone whispered words&lt;br /&gt;in the voice I so loved&lt;br /&gt;of my soulmate, of my wife&lt;br /&gt;wiping the long tear streaks&lt;br /&gt;on her age-impressed cheeks&lt;br /&gt;reverberated through my worldly demise.&lt;br /&gt;I remember her still fresh life&lt;br /&gt;memories of her sweet, buxom smile,&lt;br /&gt;and her dear daughter, the star of our lives&lt;br /&gt;still learning to navigate through life.&lt;br /&gt;Ah! how quickly does time pass away&lt;br /&gt;why it was just yesterday&lt;br /&gt;when she paddled over to me on all fours&lt;br /&gt;beaming with the brightest of smiles&lt;br /&gt;prodding with her tiny little stubs&lt;br /&gt;blabbering on in her eternal rhymes.&lt;br /&gt;Remembering again, my life that has been&lt;br /&gt;recapturing inside, the sounds and the sights&lt;br /&gt;the moments and memories that I have acquired&lt;br /&gt;I wish to carry along with me to the other side.&lt;br /&gt;I look at them all once more through my hazy eyes&lt;br /&gt;as a single lone tear slides silently but gently,&lt;br /&gt;traversing its short life to the ear from the eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S : Its really lucky to have someone in life who understands every strand of emotion I feel. I wish today that I have it forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7427935479210179589-5802184439953762312?l=tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5802184439953762312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/2010/12/lone-teardrop.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427935479210179589/posts/default/5802184439953762312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427935479210179589/posts/default/5802184439953762312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/2010/12/lone-teardrop.html' title='The Lone Teardrop'/><author><name>La Cleora Ortiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493151676540735342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/SpQRW2gBR5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/5ti56-Qdh30/S220/rose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/TR3T2h1GF-I/AAAAAAAABBM/RRGxtgqva_4/s72-c/100_0170.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7427935479210179589.post-1900060097416346113</id><published>2010-12-26T09:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T10:20:15.182-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas !! to all Readers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://felinesmile.blogspot.com/" target="tab"&gt;- by Outlines of Shades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sorry Readers, for posting this a day after Christmas. I posted it on Facebook, mailed everyone I but forgot to put it on my blog.... So Sorry Sorry Sorry.... But the delay is worth the wait.... Check out a snap of the very special Christmas tree below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/TReCdOkWYbI/AAAAAAAABAo/5f26hg6iA9Y/s1600/Pic%2B3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 353px; height: 470px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/TReCdOkWYbI/AAAAAAAABAo/5f26hg6iA9Y/s400/Pic%2B3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555052104023171506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I made this exquisitely hand-crafted miniature Christmas tree made from a complete scotch-brite packet...&lt;br /&gt;unbelievable? .. Believe it!&lt;br /&gt;But with a l'il help from my Star... &lt;a href="http://felinesmile.blogspot.com/" target="tab"&gt;Sir Magnum&lt;/a&gt; with the Star on the tree and standing strong black base over which the whole creation is balanced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Wishes&lt;br /&gt;Cleora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S : Merry Christmas to all... Christmas is all about merry, at least its what I believe... so my friends and family cherish the merry when you shower some of it.&lt;br /&gt;Check the slide show for minute details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7427935479210179589-1900060097416346113?l=tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1900060097416346113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/2010/12/merry-christmas-to-all-readers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427935479210179589/posts/default/1900060097416346113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427935479210179589/posts/default/1900060097416346113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/2010/12/merry-christmas-to-all-readers.html' title='Merry Christmas !! to all Readers'/><author><name>La Cleora Ortiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493151676540735342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/SpQRW2gBR5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/5ti56-Qdh30/S220/rose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/TReCdOkWYbI/AAAAAAAABAo/5f26hg6iA9Y/s72-c/Pic%2B3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7427935479210179589.post-2888581230661984657</id><published>2010-12-26T09:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T09:45:40.677-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Way To INCEPTION</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/TRd-qVsw_KI/AAAAAAAAA_I/nZzL5TgW8Gc/s1600/inception1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 461px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/TRd-qVsw_KI/AAAAAAAAA_I/nZzL5TgW8Gc/s400/inception1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555047931229306018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you love some one so much and have spent happily a lifetime with that person then if you get a chance to spend the another lifetime again, to grow old together, to live a new life, You choose not to.&lt;br /&gt;Jus' watch "Inception", not needed to say anything about the movie as it speaks for itself and if it ain't the imdb does. But the point it proves is that how a simple small harmless idea can bring a huge change in someone for better or for worse. We continually try to change things around us, God wonders when we really did try to change ourselves, when was the last time we stood in front of mirror not putting a makeup over our arrearage rather facing our own inside the very core where there is only survival of darkness and chilling cold. Where no one, no matter how close they may be is allowed, other than you yourself, that inner core that can be judged, protected and shared only by us, but only after we face it.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we accept changes, for the sake of situation, what world demands. Some other times, for the sake of someone. But its only you to judge if that change is what you really are or jus a mask to pretend to put on a look-good face.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever the reason is to change, even if you pretend, there is a change that exists, and for that very moment and every flow for every new experience and a new idea there is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;something of a beginning, a start called an "Inception".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best wishes&lt;br /&gt;Cleora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S : If you still waitin' to watch the movie... then definitely watch it soon, but when you are in mood to handle heavy stuff. 'Coz this movie will literally sweep you off your feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Leonardo... Well Done! if you read my blog ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7427935479210179589-2888581230661984657?l=tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2888581230661984657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/2010/12/if-you-love-some-one-so-much-and-have.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427935479210179589/posts/default/2888581230661984657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427935479210179589/posts/default/2888581230661984657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/2010/12/if-you-love-some-one-so-much-and-have.html' title='A Way To INCEPTION'/><author><name>La Cleora Ortiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493151676540735342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/SpQRW2gBR5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/5ti56-Qdh30/S220/rose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/TRd-qVsw_KI/AAAAAAAAA_I/nZzL5TgW8Gc/s72-c/inception1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7427935479210179589.post-7479298102935087507</id><published>2010-12-19T13:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T13:58:36.907-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am Nobody</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;- by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Outlines of Shades &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/TQ5_-H41V5I/AAAAAAAAA9s/2dd5Ek0Lbs4/s1600/163728.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 366px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/TQ5_-H41V5I/AAAAAAAAA9s/2dd5Ek0Lbs4/s400/163728.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552516095840442258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its nobody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;who touches my heart,&lt;br /&gt;Its nobody&lt;br /&gt;who feels my part,&lt;br /&gt;Its nobody&lt;br /&gt;who wipes my tears,&lt;br /&gt;Its nobody&lt;br /&gt;who holds me in fear,&lt;br /&gt;Its nobody&lt;br /&gt;from the start,&lt;br /&gt;Its nobody&lt;br /&gt;to mend my broken heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several tears&lt;br /&gt;I weep in darkness&lt;br /&gt;in front of a silent mirror&lt;br /&gt;choking in silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its me&lt;br /&gt;sitting alone now,&lt;br /&gt;Its me&lt;br /&gt;somewhere somehow,&lt;br /&gt;Its me&lt;br /&gt;lost in the darkness,&lt;br /&gt;Its me&lt;br /&gt;clawing in the recess,&lt;br /&gt;Its me&lt;br /&gt;falling apart,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;dying of a broken heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7427935479210179589-7479298102935087507?l=tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7479298102935087507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-am-nobody.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427935479210179589/posts/default/7479298102935087507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427935479210179589/posts/default/7479298102935087507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-am-nobody.html' title='I Am Nobody'/><author><name>La Cleora Ortiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493151676540735342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/SpQRW2gBR5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/5ti56-Qdh30/S220/rose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/TQ5_-H41V5I/AAAAAAAAA9s/2dd5Ek0Lbs4/s72-c/163728.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7427935479210179589.post-3530522740418301622</id><published>2010-12-06T10:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T10:28:05.552-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Swishes Of My Brush</title><content type='html'>Am uploading my new painting in my slide show but by any chance if you miss to have a glance of it... here you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/TP0pHtkKTcI/AAAAAAAAA7k/Sds1CvEOxM0/s1600/100_0552_fuck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 439px; height: 585px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/TP0pHtkKTcI/AAAAAAAAA7k/Sds1CvEOxM0/s400/100_0552_fuck.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547635528457407938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7427935479210179589-3530522740418301622?l=tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3530522740418301622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/2010/12/am-uploading-new-painting-in-my-slide.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427935479210179589/posts/default/3530522740418301622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427935479210179589/posts/default/3530522740418301622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/2010/12/am-uploading-new-painting-in-my-slide.html' title='Swishes Of My Brush'/><author><name>La Cleora Ortiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493151676540735342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/SpQRW2gBR5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/5ti56-Qdh30/S220/rose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/TP0pHtkKTcI/AAAAAAAAA7k/Sds1CvEOxM0/s72-c/100_0552_fuck.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7427935479210179589.post-4359347415388188567</id><published>2010-12-05T09:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T23:50:45.589-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look Through The Darkness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/TPvRr6ybmaI/AAAAAAAAA60/KG8EBr4DyCE/s1600/My_Deepest_Darkness_by_MeemzZz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 429px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 352px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547257918482258338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/TPvRr6ybmaI/AAAAAAAAA60/KG8EBr4DyCE/s400/My_Deepest_Darkness_by_MeemzZz.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Darkness, its one simple word that symbolizes many things all at the same time. Darkness can be meant as in grave, a lost faith, suffering of pain. But is it associated only with the negativity in life? Let me share with you some new shades out of darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;and sleep&lt;br /&gt;I dream though&lt;br /&gt;the darkness I see.&lt;br /&gt;When I remember my past&lt;br /&gt;the happiness and sorrow&lt;br /&gt;already cast,&lt;br /&gt;I look though the darkness&lt;br /&gt;turn the pages&lt;br /&gt;wrote in black.&lt;br /&gt;The hope lost&lt;br /&gt;walkin through a tunnel&lt;br /&gt;if lighted all place&lt;br /&gt;how can I find a way out?&lt;br /&gt;I wish for a darkness&lt;br /&gt;all around&lt;br /&gt;to see a li'l ray of light&lt;br /&gt;to find a hope beside&lt;br /&gt;a way I can find.&lt;br /&gt;Darkness can be meant&lt;br /&gt;as in grave,&lt;br /&gt;a lost faith&lt;br /&gt;and suffering pain,&lt;br /&gt;a darkness is ignorance&lt;br /&gt;but reason to question&lt;br /&gt;an answer to face.&lt;br /&gt;Darkness can be a strength&lt;br /&gt;an unconditional belief&lt;br /&gt;to sustain,&lt;br /&gt;Darkness is absolute faith&lt;br /&gt;in a dark room to be safe.&lt;br /&gt;Dark can be grave&lt;br /&gt;a funeral to take&lt;br /&gt;but there's&lt;br /&gt;other side of darkness&lt;br /&gt;the darkness over which&lt;br /&gt;our universe is held.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S : There's no pleasure to have colors and light in life always, without the darkness sometime shading our path.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7427935479210179589-4359347415388188567?l=tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4359347415388188567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/2010/12/shades-of-darkness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427935479210179589/posts/default/4359347415388188567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427935479210179589/posts/default/4359347415388188567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/2010/12/shades-of-darkness.html' title='Look Through The Darkness'/><author><name>La Cleora Ortiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493151676540735342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/SpQRW2gBR5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/5ti56-Qdh30/S220/rose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/TPvRr6ybmaI/AAAAAAAAA60/KG8EBr4DyCE/s72-c/My_Deepest_Darkness_by_MeemzZz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7427935479210179589.post-3652737239301568640</id><published>2010-11-30T02:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T02:39:38.304-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lonely Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/TPTTkPvAaBI/AAAAAAAAA6s/EcgsJolSuP0/s1600/emo_girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 340px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 395px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545289660852365330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/TPTTkPvAaBI/AAAAAAAAA6s/EcgsJolSuP0/s400/emo_girl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A touch of unconditional care,&lt;br /&gt;faith to wait for the right moment,&lt;br /&gt;sudden surprise of being happily shocked,&lt;br /&gt;numbed by my own defination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then the darkness of questions,&lt;br /&gt;unanswered insecure thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;Uncertain fate of loneliness,&lt;br /&gt;trustless scars that paused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happen to heal everytime,&lt;br /&gt;each scar left by every fight.&lt;br /&gt;Pain jus fades away,&lt;br /&gt;and peaced with dried eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But am so tired now&lt;br /&gt;dis-believe it'll ever stop.&lt;br /&gt;Lost my faith with scattered pieces,&lt;br /&gt;looking at my broken heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trapped in my insecure fears,&lt;br /&gt;my cries are unheard&lt;br /&gt;These sobbing graves insida me&lt;br /&gt;won't be burried with love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7427935479210179589-3652737239301568640?l=tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3652737239301568640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/2010/11/touch-of-unconditional-care-faith-to.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427935479210179589/posts/default/3652737239301568640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427935479210179589/posts/default/3652737239301568640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/2010/11/touch-of-unconditional-care-faith-to.html' title='Lonely Love'/><author><name>La Cleora Ortiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493151676540735342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/SpQRW2gBR5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/5ti56-Qdh30/S220/rose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/TPTTkPvAaBI/AAAAAAAAA6s/EcgsJolSuP0/s72-c/emo_girl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7427935479210179589.post-8584641265674314306</id><published>2010-11-21T05:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T08:35:42.379-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Painless Suicide</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/TOkgAKiGk-I/AAAAAAAAA6M/kYTDmcImG5s/s1600/16-slit_wrist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 437px; float: left; height: 299px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541996003655586786" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/TOkgAKiGk-I/AAAAAAAAA6M/kYTDmcImG5s/s400/16-slit_wrist.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its very easy to runaway.&lt;br /&gt;So soon it has been too late.&lt;br /&gt;Still taking a last trip&lt;br /&gt;down the memory lane,&lt;br /&gt;with broken heart&lt;br /&gt;and cloths with blood stain.&lt;br /&gt;Am silent, quite but restless,&lt;br /&gt;they blames all on me&lt;br /&gt;and unlawful justice,&lt;br /&gt;breakin my dreams everyday day,&lt;br /&gt;now everysec I blame my existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darken my eyes&lt;br /&gt;don't get wet anymore&lt;br /&gt;my heavy heart&lt;br /&gt;jus let everyone go.&lt;br /&gt;"Is it easier to let all go?"&lt;br /&gt;"oh! my guilty heart&lt;br /&gt;how can you make 'em satisfied?"&lt;br /&gt;I saw no way to rescue myself,&lt;br /&gt;I saw its comin,&lt;br /&gt;its closer to my pain&lt;br /&gt;"can I at least find a way?"&lt;br /&gt;to bid a goodbye&lt;br /&gt;to let 'em abide by&lt;br /&gt;to find a last way&lt;br /&gt;a way for painless suicide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think about it&lt;br /&gt;again and again&lt;br /&gt;find new place&lt;br /&gt;find new way.&lt;br /&gt;but what would be there&lt;br /&gt;on that last sec,&lt;br /&gt;what I would want&lt;br /&gt;other than living again.&lt;br /&gt;"I love you" would I want, to say&lt;br /&gt;or a goodbye grace, I will take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;who would be the last face?&lt;br /&gt;Would they be smiling&lt;br /&gt;in dry eyes&lt;br /&gt;or drop a tear or two&lt;br /&gt;on my lifeless wound.&lt;br /&gt;Would I feel any pain&lt;br /&gt;until I breadth&lt;br /&gt;or embrace the death&lt;br /&gt;in lonely myth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would I find a way,&lt;br /&gt;to bid a goodbye&lt;br /&gt;to let 'em abide by&lt;br /&gt;a way for painless suicide.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7427935479210179589-8584641265674314306?l=tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8584641265674314306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/2010/11/painless-suicide.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427935479210179589/posts/default/8584641265674314306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427935479210179589/posts/default/8584641265674314306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/2010/11/painless-suicide.html' title='Painless Suicide'/><author><name>La Cleora Ortiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493151676540735342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/SpQRW2gBR5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/5ti56-Qdh30/S220/rose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/TOkgAKiGk-I/AAAAAAAAA6M/kYTDmcImG5s/s72-c/16-slit_wrist.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7427935479210179589.post-912594215862184075</id><published>2010-11-18T01:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T10:14:10.215-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Invisiblity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/TOT3d3aXI4I/AAAAAAAAA5w/W0GHzSdZrC8/s1600/Invisible.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 446px; float: left; height: 294px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540825534035338114" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/TOT3d3aXI4I/AAAAAAAAA5w/W0GHzSdZrC8/s400/Invisible.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;His heart aches with the&lt;br /&gt;pain of loneliness,&lt;br /&gt;The feelin' of invisibility&lt;br /&gt;haunt his way through darkness.&lt;br /&gt;"Let Go!"&lt;br /&gt;the screams surround his hope.&lt;br /&gt;He pulls a bullet to his heart&lt;br /&gt;which passed through his soul.&lt;br /&gt;Nobody came to his funeral&lt;br /&gt;Not a single tear for his departed sole.&lt;br /&gt;A decade passed with&lt;br /&gt;snow and rain.&lt;br /&gt;As Eclipse falls to his grave,&lt;br /&gt;the soulless body rise again.&lt;br /&gt;His bleedin' eyes to looks at the world&lt;br /&gt;"I wanted to quit!" he yells as far.&lt;br /&gt;"Is there any solution to my aching heart"&lt;br /&gt;He weeps over and over again&lt;br /&gt;sitting in lonely dark.&lt;br /&gt;Death ain't a solution,&lt;br /&gt;he regrets for his mistake&lt;br /&gt;"not even Light came to take me&lt;br /&gt;is this is how am discard?"&lt;br /&gt;Now he is invisible to earth&lt;br /&gt;and each sole he pass.&lt;br /&gt;I asked him "tell me if you feel any difference&lt;br /&gt;from the pain of your scars."&lt;br /&gt;he nodded whilst saying&lt;br /&gt;"a single step, I wish I could have start"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.S : A painfully beautiful Post by &lt;a href="http://felinesmile.blogspot.com/" target="tab"&gt;Sir Charlemagne&lt;/a&gt; over the same base "&lt;a href="http://felinesmile.blogspot.com/2010/12/agony-of-heavy-heart.html" target="tab"&gt;The Agony of a Heavy Heart&lt;/a&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7427935479210179589-912594215862184075?l=tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/912594215862184075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/2010/11/invisiblity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427935479210179589/posts/default/912594215862184075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427935479210179589/posts/default/912594215862184075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/2010/11/invisiblity.html' title='Invisiblity'/><author><name>La Cleora Ortiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493151676540735342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/SpQRW2gBR5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/5ti56-Qdh30/S220/rose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/TOT3d3aXI4I/AAAAAAAAA5w/W0GHzSdZrC8/s72-c/Invisible.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7427935479210179589.post-6118874853477569560</id><published>2010-11-17T08:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T00:17:16.739-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bleedin Eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/TOQJZWCkpWI/AAAAAAAAA5g/taTLwli2N-w/s1600/Image073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540563772590302562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/TOQJZWCkpWI/AAAAAAAAA5g/taTLwli2N-w/s400/Image073.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The eyes with which he once looked at me&lt;br /&gt;as once he told they followed me&lt;br /&gt;some hidden love I made him feel&lt;br /&gt;and believe in hope yes i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There came another day&lt;br /&gt;he looked again&lt;br /&gt;to share his feelin&lt;br /&gt;to share my trust&lt;br /&gt;his eyes so comforted&lt;br /&gt;I lived a fairytale&lt;br /&gt;he brought me back my life&lt;br /&gt;he showed a dream&lt;br /&gt;a princess a precious&lt;br /&gt;a castle in stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I saw him today&lt;br /&gt;same eyes filled with hatred&lt;br /&gt;his finger pointing at me&lt;br /&gt;blaming me, judging my scars&lt;br /&gt;I ain't believe in fate anymore&lt;br /&gt;hurt but i believe I took steps so long&lt;br /&gt;but did I miss a single step&lt;br /&gt;that I fell short of&lt;br /&gt;distance to cover that bridge to yours&lt;br /&gt;your heart was never to my reach&lt;br /&gt;Now am sitting in darkness&lt;br /&gt;all of my own&lt;br /&gt;unnoticed tears dried on my cheeks&lt;br /&gt;and nothin' with and nothin' I seek&lt;br /&gt;departed from destiny&lt;br /&gt;I have lost my path&lt;br /&gt;my heart aches so much now&lt;br /&gt;I tired of this walk.&lt;br /&gt;I try to now remember your eyes&lt;br /&gt;those sparkling beauty I had missed&lt;br /&gt;the love I found but all with my fake beliefs&lt;br /&gt;the feeling of hatred at last it stared me with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7427935479210179589-6118874853477569560?l=tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6118874853477569560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/2010/11/bleedin-eyes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427935479210179589/posts/default/6118874853477569560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427935479210179589/posts/default/6118874853477569560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/2010/11/bleedin-eyes.html' title='Bleedin Eyes'/><author><name>La Cleora Ortiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493151676540735342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/SpQRW2gBR5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/5ti56-Qdh30/S220/rose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/TOQJZWCkpWI/AAAAAAAAA5g/taTLwli2N-w/s72-c/Image073.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7427935479210179589.post-3815042302636852179</id><published>2010-11-13T10:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T09:30:08.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Sad How Loss Comes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/TN7hMd5OX9I/AAAAAAAAA5A/m6avSAPtWxY/s1600/Angel-of-Death.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 369px; height: 475px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/TN7hMd5OX9I/AAAAAAAAA5A/m6avSAPtWxY/s400/Angel-of-Death.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539112196011614162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its sad how loss comes and struck us with its hardest stroke suddenly and unexpectedly. Without us having a blink of an idea that something matter to us would be taken away in next couple of seconds, that one thing which we want to protect with all of our life and nurture with our soul, if given a chance to. That one thing that will tear our heart inside out if we loose its existence from our life. The pain of aching heart and nausea of aching stomach due to the emptiness and hollow feeling jus never dies away. And all this numbness with a thought of, how loss can come and stuck us with its hardest stroke suddenly and unexpectedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What made me sense such feelin'? Well weird thing is how a small to smallest episode of incidents can affect our state of being. How something we haven't been a part of, can drastically change the directions of the our thoughts to recall if this has or could happen to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, all am feelin' right now is sorrowful with discarded faith from the judgment of heavenly powers. Reason...? if I write it now... you won't be reading the document ahead. Ya! am   tryin' to build a suspense here but with a promise to let you know of the reason before I end this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes a long time for the scattered pieces to come together and create a beautiful screen, it also takes lots of effort to make the clay to sculpture but we don't know how long this beauty of that mesmerizing happiness and satisfaction can stay. We do everything possible in our part to hold to that moment and cherish the benevolence out of it. We don't know hows the next second gonna be like, is it gonna devastate our future, or gonna bless us with more than we can imagine. If life is an uncertain "how?" which if frightens us then we wont be living at all. Someone said "Every song has a chord a final movement, Whether it fades out or crashes away. Every song ends but is that any reason not to enjoy the music."&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely, its about life and how You live it. Each one of us is worthy of the beautifully waved life we are living. It depends on only us what we see and what we carry, is it dark ash from the past or uncertain hope of joy and cheers ahead. Decide yourself what you choose! 'coz it gonna decide if you are stuck or going to move on. Life is another name for water, which flows making new paths and changing directions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the meantime I need to figure out, how I move on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care&lt;br /&gt;Cleora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S : The reason for such thought is, I was watchin' a particular series (Genre : Drama) these days. From where I absorbed the pain of  lost lives of the dear ones,  which made me numb with a fear, how am gonna deal with such situation if face any.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7427935479210179589-3815042302636852179?l=tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3815042302636852179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-sad-how-loss-comes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427935479210179589/posts/default/3815042302636852179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427935479210179589/posts/default/3815042302636852179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-sad-how-loss-comes.html' title='Its Sad How Loss Comes'/><author><name>La Cleora Ortiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493151676540735342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/SpQRW2gBR5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/5ti56-Qdh30/S220/rose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/TN7hMd5OX9I/AAAAAAAAA5A/m6avSAPtWxY/s72-c/Angel-of-Death.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7427935479210179589.post-5206851433147886943</id><published>2010-11-08T22:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T21:03:34.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guity with your Lies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/TNjlqJfdFCI/AAAAAAAAA4I/4zILM5n_40Y/s1600/49281351.guilty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/TNjlqJfdFCI/AAAAAAAAA4I/4zILM5n_40Y/s400/49281351.guilty.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537428254117139490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They call me refuge&lt;br /&gt;am a piece of garbage&lt;br /&gt;they call me discarded&lt;br /&gt;am suffocatin'&lt;br /&gt;what am suppose to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call 'em, they're full of curve&lt;br /&gt;piece am stuck with, under sky of dust&lt;br /&gt;can't depend on li'l mean feeling of yours&lt;br /&gt;so ask 'em dig li'l deeper&lt;br /&gt;so they lay far apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no grudge&lt;b&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span style="cursor: default;color:transparent;" id="hotword" name="hotword" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; of my own&lt;br /&gt;swallowin' all the pain I got&lt;br /&gt;I bleed the thoughts,&lt;br /&gt;the word you put me to hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you point that finger at me&lt;br /&gt;I wanna shut the door on you&lt;br /&gt;now its time for taking action&lt;br /&gt;am not guilty no matter&lt;br /&gt;how you put the question&lt;br /&gt;I will again ask you why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am gonna discard you&lt;br /&gt;without even explaining why&lt;br /&gt;I leave you to wonder and cry&lt;br /&gt;I will end with you&lt;br /&gt;when its minute to midnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7427935479210179589-5206851433147886943?l=tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5206851433147886943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/2010/11/guity-with-your-lies.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427935479210179589/posts/default/5206851433147886943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427935479210179589/posts/default/5206851433147886943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/2010/11/guity-with-your-lies.html' title='Guity with your Lies'/><author><name>La Cleora Ortiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493151676540735342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/SpQRW2gBR5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/5ti56-Qdh30/S220/rose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/TNjlqJfdFCI/AAAAAAAAA4I/4zILM5n_40Y/s72-c/49281351.guilty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7427935479210179589.post-7558333979804925417</id><published>2010-11-02T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T09:59:49.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost Him to Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/TNA7rfn5S_I/AAAAAAAAA3U/9fus66m1iFA/s1600/walk_away.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 360px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/TNA7rfn5S_I/AAAAAAAAA3U/9fus66m1iFA/s400/walk_away.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534989560447585266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He walked away from me&lt;br /&gt;taking small steps&lt;br /&gt;my voice was shaking&lt;br /&gt;loosing him in grave.&lt;br /&gt;I watched him go away&lt;br /&gt;I waited all his way&lt;br /&gt;did he care where I go?&lt;br /&gt;'coz he didn't turn a single time&lt;br /&gt;a last glance he didn't care to steal&lt;br /&gt;a last love he didn't make me feel.&lt;br /&gt;I waited still my eyes go all his way&lt;br /&gt;a hope, a faith, something change, and he will stay.&lt;br /&gt;He went away, he's gone his way.&lt;br /&gt;Am now standing at edge&lt;br /&gt;before I fall into my grave.&lt;br /&gt;I think of the memories&lt;br /&gt;I cherished with every passing day.&lt;br /&gt;A smile he had so dear,&lt;br /&gt;a life he made so worth,&lt;br /&gt;A way he made me walk on,&lt;br /&gt;I hold his hand, as he held mine&lt;br /&gt;he called me his precious sweetheart&lt;br /&gt;with all the colorful dawn.&lt;br /&gt;Now the world is grey to me&lt;br /&gt;with the shadows of haunted sober&lt;br /&gt;happiness and laughter buried in probable trait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He walks away, he walks away,&lt;br /&gt;his head down and shoulders straight.&lt;br /&gt;he walked away, he's gone his way&lt;br /&gt;didn't take a glance, didn't feel my stay,&lt;br /&gt;where he walked away is no more my way,&lt;br /&gt;My hope got lost and all faith is stopped&lt;br /&gt;I have lost my way I have lost a way&lt;br /&gt;the way he found me on, someday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7427935479210179589-7558333979804925417?l=tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7558333979804925417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/2010/11/he-walk-away-from-me-taking-small-step.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427935479210179589/posts/default/7558333979804925417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427935479210179589/posts/default/7558333979804925417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/2010/11/he-walk-away-from-me-taking-small-step.html' title='Lost Him to Life'/><author><name>La Cleora Ortiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493151676540735342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/SpQRW2gBR5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/5ti56-Qdh30/S220/rose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/TNA7rfn5S_I/AAAAAAAAA3U/9fus66m1iFA/s72-c/walk_away.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7427935479210179589.post-3588696540154800878</id><published>2010-11-01T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T02:14:09.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silence That Chills</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/TM8BcqoHc-I/AAAAAAAAA3M/7xyWkemSxDU/s1600/silence-is-Golden-horro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 387px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 288px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534644059052143586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/TM8BcqoHc-I/AAAAAAAAA3M/7xyWkemSxDU/s400/silence-is-Golden-horro.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An empty darkness is haunting me&lt;br /&gt;am lookin' around&lt;br /&gt;sounds of unknown screams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is empty&lt;br /&gt;surrounded with fears&lt;br /&gt;sucking the blood my past had bleed&lt;br /&gt;am emptiness left with scar&lt;br /&gt;anguish memory which never heal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at me&lt;br /&gt;with eyes filled with tears&lt;br /&gt;can I smile after&lt;br /&gt;you mimic my mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pain of silence&lt;br /&gt;is locked under water&lt;br /&gt;reflection of purity&lt;br /&gt;I had bear&lt;br /&gt;A second it took&lt;br /&gt;to make all shatter&lt;br /&gt;into the darkness lost forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abandoned memories now chasing me&lt;br /&gt;I've lost my way aimlessly&lt;br /&gt;Now if you come back&lt;br /&gt;I won't be able to forgive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7427935479210179589-3588696540154800878?l=tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3588696540154800878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/2010/11/empty-darkness-is-haunting-me-am-lookin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427935479210179589/posts/default/3588696540154800878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427935479210179589/posts/default/3588696540154800878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/2010/11/empty-darkness-is-haunting-me-am-lookin.html' title='Silence That Chills'/><author><name>La Cleora Ortiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493151676540735342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/SpQRW2gBR5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/5ti56-Qdh30/S220/rose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/TM8BcqoHc-I/AAAAAAAAA3M/7xyWkemSxDU/s72-c/silence-is-Golden-horro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7427935479210179589.post-1925434558609576120</id><published>2010-11-01T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T07:22:39.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pick You, I Do</title><content type='html'>- Answered to &lt;a href="http://felinesmile.blogspot.com/2010/10/prick-me-not-my-lovely-rose.html" target="tab"&gt;Prick Me Not, My Lovely Rose&lt;/a&gt; by Sir Charlemagne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/TM7E2nhjUZI/AAAAAAAAA2o/1Xq-djfd9Ok/s1600/Why_Does_My_Heart_Cry__by_rose__thorn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 382px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/TM7E2nhjUZI/AAAAAAAAA2o/1Xq-djfd9Ok/s400/Why_Does_My_Heart_Cry__by_rose__thorn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534577434686607762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picked you once&lt;br /&gt;Will Pick you again,&lt;br /&gt;Every stage you're mine&lt;br /&gt;Pick you in lost fate&lt;br /&gt;will Pick you when I cry&lt;br /&gt;The sorrowful dismay&lt;br /&gt;will never let me sway behind&lt;br /&gt;I will pick you once&lt;br /&gt;I will pick you fine&lt;br /&gt;I pick you always&lt;br /&gt;in shadow and shine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're thorn closest to me&lt;br /&gt;You said you promised&lt;br /&gt;you'll protect me&lt;br /&gt;Stranger be not, my protector.&lt;br /&gt;prick will hurt in silent shutter.&lt;br /&gt;Hurt you once, hurt you fine&lt;br /&gt;pain I feel in lonely eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Picked you once, will pick you twice&lt;br /&gt;pick you always my only spike&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7427935479210179589-1925434558609576120?l=tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1925434558609576120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/2010/11/pricking-pick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427935479210179589/posts/default/1925434558609576120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427935479210179589/posts/default/1925434558609576120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/2010/11/pricking-pick.html' title='Pick You, I Do'/><author><name>La Cleora Ortiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493151676540735342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/SpQRW2gBR5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/5ti56-Qdh30/S220/rose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/TM7E2nhjUZI/AAAAAAAAA2o/1Xq-djfd9Ok/s72-c/Why_Does_My_Heart_Cry__by_rose__thorn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7427935479210179589.post-3698036246170659850</id><published>2010-10-24T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T11:10:08.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trapped inside a Lilith</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/TMRslhB0ZGI/AAAAAAAAA2E/9CSw4DIeOzc/s1600/lilith.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 391px; height: 446px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/TMRslhB0ZGI/AAAAAAAAA2E/9CSw4DIeOzc/s400/lilith.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531665634094769250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see, the tears dropping from my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I can feel its warmth, rolling down my cheeks&lt;br /&gt;its my face, its my lips&lt;br /&gt;and the words that I speak&lt;br /&gt;but I don't know who is it?&lt;br /&gt;who's that devil&lt;br /&gt;controlling me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see, I can see&lt;br /&gt;but something else is controlling me,&lt;br /&gt;the unfaithful trust am bound to believe,&lt;br /&gt;someone else's life am forced to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can feel, I can see,&lt;br /&gt;crying my soul back&lt;br /&gt;crying to seek&lt;br /&gt;crying for a second chance&lt;br /&gt;crying to be free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trying to breathe, trying to live,&lt;br /&gt;air of trust, beginning of belive&lt;br /&gt;I had thoughts, hoped held high&lt;br /&gt;but something else is now part of me,&lt;br /&gt;insida me, beginning to deceive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what am fighting for,&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what am fighting against,&lt;br /&gt;all I want weeping loud&lt;br /&gt;hide in arms of someone my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want is someone to understand,&lt;br /&gt;am scared, trapped by fears&lt;br /&gt;all I hope for an unconditional trust,&lt;br /&gt;believe me, my soul is scarred&lt;br /&gt;accept me for what I am.&lt;br /&gt;Fill me with love, don't despair me.&lt;br /&gt;Am not a Lilith! Am not a Lilith!&lt;br /&gt;An innocent girl still hiding inside me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7427935479210179589-3698036246170659850?l=tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3698036246170659850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/2010/10/trapped-inside-lilith.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427935479210179589/posts/default/3698036246170659850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427935479210179589/posts/default/3698036246170659850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/2010/10/trapped-inside-lilith.html' title='Trapped inside a Lilith'/><author><name>La Cleora Ortiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493151676540735342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/SpQRW2gBR5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/5ti56-Qdh30/S220/rose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/TMRslhB0ZGI/AAAAAAAAA2E/9CSw4DIeOzc/s72-c/lilith.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7427935479210179589.post-8565947642466142753</id><published>2010-09-09T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T04:48:19.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crying Howls in Galloping Street</title><content type='html'>- Inspired by &lt;a href="http://www.potw.org/archive/potw85.html" target="_blank"&gt;The Highwayman by Alfred Noyes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/TIn2xX_mikI/AAAAAAAAA0A/skXUKDvd2IE/s1600/the+highway+man.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 313px; height: 413px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/TIn2xX_mikI/AAAAAAAAA0A/skXUKDvd2IE/s400/the+highway+man.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515210546806688322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crying howls in moon light&lt;br /&gt;night so dark bleeding eyes&lt;br /&gt;firing storm doesn't calm down&lt;br /&gt;whats left with dawn&lt;br /&gt;is mourning sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on with tied up thoughts&lt;br /&gt;pulling sword scaring soul&lt;br /&gt;truth degrade, fallin' inception&lt;br /&gt;drenching rain&lt;br /&gt;lost the perception&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Galloping street&lt;br /&gt;stands waiting today&lt;br /&gt;Alone I scream weep in silence&lt;br /&gt;tears role down warmin' cheeks&lt;br /&gt;awaited still in false belief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crying howls lookin' for peace&lt;br /&gt;unsettle memories, burning kiss&lt;br /&gt;seasons so gone cold it is&lt;br /&gt;heartless emotionless left with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silver moon shines in morning light&lt;br /&gt;shadow so grave dark is sky&lt;br /&gt;grooming blossom in crying eyes&lt;br /&gt;waitin' your step, you will pass by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There comes the autumn&lt;br /&gt;I waited so long&lt;br /&gt;now tearin' eye with joy with dreams&lt;br /&gt;comeback I will live another life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passed by the same horses&lt;br /&gt;rode over those same street&lt;br /&gt;wines and beers&lt;br /&gt;bottled they leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I awaited still&lt;br /&gt;you yet to come&lt;br /&gt;my eyes are drained&lt;br /&gt;weepin' on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long it has been&lt;br /&gt;I went to that inn&lt;br /&gt;sat in pause&lt;br /&gt;not hungry, no feel&lt;br /&gt;upstairs my room&lt;br /&gt;still a while&lt;br /&gt;blood stain on floor&lt;br /&gt;a gun to my chest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that the reason&lt;br /&gt;I can't cry&lt;br /&gt;Is that the reason&lt;br /&gt;I am silent&lt;br /&gt;Is that the reason&lt;br /&gt;you wont come.&lt;br /&gt;On those galloping ways&lt;br /&gt;you'll never pass by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7427935479210179589-8565947642466142753?l=tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8565947642466142753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/2010/09/crying-howls-in-galloping-street.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427935479210179589/posts/default/8565947642466142753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427935479210179589/posts/default/8565947642466142753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/2010/09/crying-howls-in-galloping-street.html' title='Crying Howls in Galloping Street'/><author><name>La Cleora Ortiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493151676540735342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/SpQRW2gBR5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/5ti56-Qdh30/S220/rose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/TIn2xX_mikI/AAAAAAAAA0A/skXUKDvd2IE/s72-c/the+highway+man.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7427935479210179589.post-8125183819666858761</id><published>2010-08-04T03:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T04:17:06.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgotten Flames</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/TFlK_KN5khI/AAAAAAAAAy0/ksetLk8iNK4/s1600/forgotten6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501510868744638994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/TFlK_KN5khI/AAAAAAAAAy0/ksetLk8iNK4/s400/forgotten6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my mind where&lt;br /&gt;I beginning to think&lt;br /&gt;where several paths&lt;br /&gt;in front of me&lt;br /&gt;which way it links.&lt;br /&gt;Intention too instinct&lt;br /&gt;no route to be convinced&lt;br /&gt;goes on in my own way&lt;br /&gt;in hollow thought&lt;br /&gt;in empty space&lt;br /&gt;Lost in the crowd&lt;br /&gt;world filled with hatred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its too dark&lt;br /&gt;Its to feel&lt;br /&gt;numbing cold&lt;br /&gt;forgetting chills&lt;br /&gt;stand up&lt;br /&gt;take a step&lt;br /&gt;forgotten past&lt;br /&gt;can't keep you held.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I pretend&lt;br /&gt;a blink of freedom&lt;br /&gt;uncaught in destiny&lt;br /&gt;Melody in rhythm&lt;br /&gt;lost in reality.&lt;br /&gt;Leaving pieces&lt;br /&gt;of solace behind&lt;br /&gt;unwrapping your soul&lt;br /&gt;to cover up sins&lt;br /&gt;abandoned in corners of mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its too dark&lt;br /&gt;Its to feel&lt;br /&gt;numbing cold&lt;br /&gt;forgetting chills&lt;br /&gt;stand up&lt;br /&gt;take a step&lt;br /&gt;forgotten past&lt;br /&gt;can't keep you held.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not so hard&lt;br /&gt;to keep it real&lt;br /&gt;end of day&lt;br /&gt;all you feel&lt;br /&gt;passing green&lt;br /&gt;passing gray&lt;br /&gt;every stone&lt;br /&gt;carried away.&lt;br /&gt;Frozen screams&lt;br /&gt;burnt to grave&lt;br /&gt;tattered soul&lt;br /&gt;demons crave.&lt;br /&gt;Bleeding heart&lt;br /&gt;pulsing fire&lt;br /&gt;its my life&lt;br /&gt;a lonely satire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its too dark&lt;br /&gt;Its to feel&lt;br /&gt;numbing cold&lt;br /&gt;forgetting chills&lt;br /&gt;stand up&lt;br /&gt;take a step&lt;br /&gt;forgotten past&lt;br /&gt;can't keep you held.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;By Outlines of Shades&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7427935479210179589-8125183819666858761?l=tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8125183819666858761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/2010/08/in-my-mind-where-i-beginning-to-think.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427935479210179589/posts/default/8125183819666858761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427935479210179589/posts/default/8125183819666858761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/2010/08/in-my-mind-where-i-beginning-to-think.html' title='Forgotten Flames'/><author><name>La Cleora Ortiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493151676540735342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/SpQRW2gBR5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/5ti56-Qdh30/S220/rose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/TFlK_KN5khI/AAAAAAAAAy0/ksetLk8iNK4/s72-c/forgotten6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7427935479210179589.post-2056070693734806954</id><published>2010-07-17T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T11:04:58.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beggar In Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/TEH_uLJKSgI/AAAAAAAAAyc/8QbcavOM3Zc/s1600/beggar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 393px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/TEH_uLJKSgI/AAAAAAAAAyc/8QbcavOM3Zc/s400/beggar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494954189098994178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am a beggar in love&lt;br /&gt;I have nothin' to give&lt;br /&gt;A treasure of pain&lt;br /&gt;weepin' ocean I cry&lt;br /&gt;can't give that too instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still I took the step&lt;br /&gt;chose the way of mistake&lt;br /&gt;I fell in love&lt;br /&gt;so true I trust.&lt;br /&gt;Faking face inside the mirror&lt;br /&gt;lies and paints dreams aerial&lt;br /&gt;mocking my reality&lt;br /&gt;it smiles on my agony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were the rescuer of time&lt;br /&gt;salvation you had promised&lt;br /&gt;"As long as you're in my castle&lt;br /&gt;my princess you'll be my precious"&lt;br /&gt;I was living in fairytale&lt;br /&gt;singing birds in strawberry lakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But am a beggar in love&lt;br /&gt;if I have nothin' to give&lt;br /&gt;how do I pay back&lt;br /&gt;you gave some dream&lt;br /&gt;broke 'em in pieces&lt;br /&gt;so I have given all up&lt;br /&gt;I've thrown my love away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am leaving your way&lt;br /&gt;go ahead be brave&lt;br /&gt;your pretty li'l part&lt;br /&gt;now you can get back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am a beggar in love&lt;br /&gt;I have nothin'&lt;br /&gt;that I can take it back&lt;br /&gt;I had your li'l love&lt;br /&gt;my only way&lt;br /&gt;from cruelty and pretend&lt;br /&gt;but along came the past&lt;br /&gt;now swept me away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't blur those hurt&lt;br /&gt;the pain survived I had&lt;br /&gt;trust left so weak&lt;br /&gt;to depend I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you again promised&lt;br /&gt;Redemption came your way&lt;br /&gt;to earn a li'l bread&lt;br /&gt;and a piece of respect&lt;br /&gt;but my love, I already left your way&lt;br /&gt;my heart is stoned&lt;br /&gt;my feelings are dead&lt;br /&gt;I remember the time&lt;br /&gt;when I had lost all ways,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I have reason to move on&lt;br /&gt;to erase the space in between&lt;br /&gt;there's darkness in my heart&lt;br /&gt;where memories carved in scars&lt;br /&gt;every lie every denial every mistake&lt;br /&gt;led my scream in silence&lt;br /&gt;I wanna feel a feeling of love&lt;br /&gt;feeling to cross&lt;br /&gt;this distance that divides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am a beggar in Love&lt;br /&gt;I have nothin' to give.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7427935479210179589-2056070693734806954?l=tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2056070693734806954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/2010/07/am-beggar-in-love-i-have-nothin-to-give.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427935479210179589/posts/default/2056070693734806954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427935479210179589/posts/default/2056070693734806954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/2010/07/am-beggar-in-love-i-have-nothin-to-give.html' title='Beggar In Love'/><author><name>La Cleora Ortiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493151676540735342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/SpQRW2gBR5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/5ti56-Qdh30/S220/rose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/TEH_uLJKSgI/AAAAAAAAAyc/8QbcavOM3Zc/s72-c/beggar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7427935479210179589.post-162440606135334519</id><published>2010-07-09T08:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T08:53:59.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Void In My Chest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/TDdENhm0W8I/AAAAAAAAAyU/-Qn6Tmdr4gM/s1600/gap.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 346px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/TDdENhm0W8I/AAAAAAAAAyU/-Qn6Tmdr4gM/s400/gap.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491933269751782338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am a face so cold&lt;br /&gt;expressionless&lt;br /&gt;emotion I had&lt;br /&gt;drown in gust&lt;br /&gt;water now roles down&lt;br /&gt;warms my cheek&lt;br /&gt;saline it tastes&lt;br /&gt;sound of drip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Innocent memories vanish&lt;br /&gt;and fade in darkest shades&lt;br /&gt;silent are my screams&lt;br /&gt;disappearing in my grave&lt;br /&gt;I look down, no hope&lt;br /&gt;endless road i see&lt;br /&gt;no destination no motto&lt;br /&gt;no pretending perfectionist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take a step to end this passage&lt;br /&gt;to move on and laugh again&lt;br /&gt;fake a smile to smile again&lt;br /&gt;weeping storm draining rain&lt;br /&gt;I stand alone I have been left again&lt;br /&gt;Am looking down on what I wrote&lt;br /&gt;couple of notes crumble in my hold&lt;br /&gt;I care No More they say&lt;br /&gt;the endless road must have a way&lt;br /&gt;the grass will be green some way ahead&lt;br /&gt;I care but I turn around&lt;br /&gt;I smile I see the sun shine&lt;br /&gt;still these scars remind&lt;br /&gt;past so ghastly left behind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7427935479210179589-162440606135334519?l=tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/162440606135334519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/2010/07/am-face-so-cold-expressionless-emotion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427935479210179589/posts/default/162440606135334519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427935479210179589/posts/default/162440606135334519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/2010/07/am-face-so-cold-expressionless-emotion.html' title='The Void In My Chest'/><author><name>La Cleora Ortiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493151676540735342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/SpQRW2gBR5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/5ti56-Qdh30/S220/rose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/TDdENhm0W8I/AAAAAAAAAyU/-Qn6Tmdr4gM/s72-c/gap.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7427935479210179589.post-4257042884481900701</id><published>2010-06-30T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T10:48:28.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>June</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/TEXg7gGfNuI/AAAAAAAAAyk/l75YvSTC7E8/s1600/pj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 502px; height: 209px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/TEXg7gGfNuI/AAAAAAAAAyk/l75YvSTC7E8/s400/pj.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496046233109608162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whole June past away&lt;br /&gt;not a single word&lt;br /&gt;I could phase&lt;br /&gt;scars are haunting&lt;br /&gt;dreams of death&lt;br /&gt;memoirs unmasked&lt;br /&gt;intense wound&lt;br /&gt;bloody pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silent scream&lt;br /&gt;now watching my grave&lt;br /&gt;carried away&lt;br /&gt;with furious flames.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there's a way&lt;br /&gt;to control the time&lt;br /&gt;every blink of second&lt;br /&gt;to be captured in mind&lt;br /&gt;spil that sand&lt;br /&gt;from the glass of hour&lt;br /&gt;to separate the pain&lt;br /&gt;for now and forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7427935479210179589-4257042884481900701?l=tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4257042884481900701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/2010/06/june.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427935479210179589/posts/default/4257042884481900701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427935479210179589/posts/default/4257042884481900701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/2010/06/june.html' title='June'/><author><name>La Cleora Ortiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493151676540735342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/SpQRW2gBR5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/5ti56-Qdh30/S220/rose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/TEXg7gGfNuI/AAAAAAAAAyk/l75YvSTC7E8/s72-c/pj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7427935479210179589.post-4123532300442309207</id><published>2010-05-20T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T06:28:19.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Straight From Petals' Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/S_U3m4Nc2WI/AAAAAAAAAxY/Ft5X3i75088/s1600/heart-as-flower-love.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 429px; height: 321px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/S_U3m4Nc2WI/AAAAAAAAAxY/Ft5X3i75088/s400/heart-as-flower-love.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473342063202064738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I accept all the petals of your heart,&lt;br /&gt;holdin your hand again am steppin to start&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly there's somethin' stung me,&lt;br /&gt;am hurt heart broken but love I see&lt;br /&gt;mournin' time I took a while&lt;br /&gt;instead of regret I pass a smile&lt;br /&gt;now tell me will you try with me,&lt;br /&gt;'coz we fail and trying in worthwhile.&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop judging scars inside me,&lt;br /&gt;several years it takes me to heal.&lt;br /&gt;Its pain the aching heart unreplaced&lt;br /&gt;but placing another will take me to dread&lt;br /&gt;the thought leaves me so empty&lt;br /&gt;I try to run away&lt;br /&gt;not take another pity&lt;br /&gt;passin by your face catch my way&lt;br /&gt;first time we were alone&lt;br /&gt;first time jus being eachothers' friend&lt;br /&gt;a laughter out of darkness&lt;br /&gt;a light that kept shinning my way&lt;br /&gt;feels like a dream today&lt;br /&gt;blurred past that was made of clay&lt;br /&gt;promise me now&lt;br /&gt;jus one more time&lt;br /&gt;may not be diamond&lt;br /&gt;but will stay&lt;br /&gt;tough enough to face the rough&lt;br /&gt;in your palace where I will be safe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7427935479210179589-4123532300442309207?l=tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4123532300442309207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/2010/05/straight-from-petals-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427935479210179589/posts/default/4123532300442309207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427935479210179589/posts/default/4123532300442309207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/2010/05/straight-from-petals-heart.html' title='Straight From Petals&apos; Heart'/><author><name>La Cleora Ortiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493151676540735342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/SpQRW2gBR5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/5ti56-Qdh30/S220/rose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/S_U3m4Nc2WI/AAAAAAAAAxY/Ft5X3i75088/s72-c/heart-as-flower-love.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7427935479210179589.post-3498933076518552139</id><published>2010-05-13T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T06:27:52.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tears Of Broken Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/S-w1Ijl5ucI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/P0zyJMeTkMU/s1600/My_tears____My_pain____by_sava2205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/S-w1Ijl5ucI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/P0zyJMeTkMU/s400/My_tears____My_pain____by_sava2205.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470806068457748930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its broken&lt;br /&gt;its saline&lt;br /&gt;its warm&lt;br /&gt;when it flows down.&lt;br /&gt;It hurts&lt;br /&gt;its unsaid&lt;br /&gt;its quite&lt;br /&gt;but it screams out.&lt;br /&gt;It has no color&lt;br /&gt;it means nothin'&lt;br /&gt;its so worthless&lt;br /&gt;its a waste.&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't have to be&lt;br /&gt;it leads no where&lt;br /&gt;its a sign&lt;br /&gt;of disappointment&lt;br /&gt;and of fears.&lt;br /&gt;It shows no hope&lt;br /&gt;its end of the way&lt;br /&gt;its a shadow&lt;br /&gt;of the dark grave.&lt;br /&gt;It asks for mercy&lt;br /&gt;it begs to survive&lt;br /&gt;it comes for love&lt;br /&gt;it goes when die.&lt;br /&gt;Its a pity&lt;br /&gt;its a pain&lt;br /&gt;it cries inside&lt;br /&gt;with a stitched smile.&lt;br /&gt;Its broken&lt;br /&gt;its silent&lt;br /&gt;it has no color&lt;br /&gt;its a sign&lt;br /&gt;its a waste&lt;br /&gt;its a shadow&lt;br /&gt;its a pity&lt;br /&gt;its a love&lt;br /&gt;its a disappointment&lt;br /&gt;its a pain&lt;br /&gt;its unseen&lt;br /&gt;its my tears&lt;br /&gt;of broken dreams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7427935479210179589-3498933076518552139?l=tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3498933076518552139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/2010/05/tears-of-broken-dreams.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427935479210179589/posts/default/3498933076518552139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427935479210179589/posts/default/3498933076518552139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/2010/05/tears-of-broken-dreams.html' title='Tears Of Broken Dreams'/><author><name>La Cleora Ortiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493151676540735342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/SpQRW2gBR5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/5ti56-Qdh30/S220/rose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/S-w1Ijl5ucI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/P0zyJMeTkMU/s72-c/My_tears____My_pain____by_sava2205.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7427935479210179589.post-2560414576545714980</id><published>2010-04-17T16:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T06:32:52.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Am Not! THE ONE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/S8pTKaIVsNI/AAAAAAAAAtY/fHXzG499DdA/s1600/loneliness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 314px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/S8pTKaIVsNI/AAAAAAAAAtY/fHXzG499DdA/s400/loneliness.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461268936418242770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I be the one&lt;br /&gt;the charmed can't stay long&lt;br /&gt;the spell will break some how&lt;br /&gt;the color will darken our vow&lt;br /&gt;signs aren't right to mow&lt;br /&gt;then how can I be the one.&lt;br /&gt;Seen that smile I never see&lt;br /&gt;all the pictures hold good to me&lt;br /&gt;miss the one I can no where see.&lt;br /&gt;No one remembers&lt;br /&gt;fade I will be&lt;br /&gt;stand alone I shall always be&lt;br /&gt;no one to hold&lt;br /&gt;dying in scarcity.&lt;br /&gt;I can't be the one&lt;br /&gt;the mistake the evil&lt;br /&gt;the haunting reality&lt;br /&gt;I've carried with me&lt;br /&gt;blood on my mouth&lt;br /&gt;of the murdered souls&lt;br /&gt;every night every day&lt;br /&gt;the light fades&lt;br /&gt;another inch away.&lt;br /&gt;How can I be the One&lt;br /&gt;letting you go&lt;br /&gt;cherish your pure soul&lt;br /&gt;bloody my hands&lt;br /&gt;nested my corrupted thoughts&lt;br /&gt;palace I built was built of gold&lt;br /&gt;carrying a diamond&lt;br /&gt;found in rough&lt;br /&gt;but deserted dearth&lt;br /&gt;unfound till now&lt;br /&gt;drowned some where&lt;br /&gt;under Atlantis shore.&lt;br /&gt;The one could be the one&lt;br /&gt;have you forgot the man&lt;br /&gt;the laugh the chill&lt;br /&gt;so fine you can be&lt;br /&gt;no cries no screams&lt;br /&gt;no failing dreams&lt;br /&gt;the freedom the air&lt;br /&gt;the never ending sky unseen&lt;br /&gt;the cherry and the champagne&lt;br /&gt;those beautiful words coming&lt;br /&gt;no guilt no fight&lt;br /&gt;or pain in between.&lt;br /&gt;You say you were lost&lt;br /&gt;I say you've lost&lt;br /&gt;Lost a way&lt;br /&gt;lost a path&lt;br /&gt;lost a destiny&lt;br /&gt;to your heart&lt;br /&gt;Lost a passion&lt;br /&gt;Lost your cast&lt;br /&gt;you're now loosing&lt;br /&gt;your own past.&lt;br /&gt;See yourself look in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;Man standing infront of you&lt;br /&gt;are you strong&lt;br /&gt;are you confident&lt;br /&gt;are you the person&lt;br /&gt;like captured innocence&lt;br /&gt;those still memories&lt;br /&gt;speak a lot&lt;br /&gt;you look good&lt;br /&gt;apart from me being your part.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I never existed&lt;br /&gt;exist in your life&lt;br /&gt;or at least if I came&lt;br /&gt;I wish could have lost.&lt;br /&gt;I can't be the one&lt;br /&gt;am ditched with pain&lt;br /&gt;loneliness and blame&lt;br /&gt;am wicked insane,&lt;br /&gt;troubled to be hold&lt;br /&gt;relation I find&lt;br /&gt;am a gypsy wondering the heights.&lt;br /&gt;When I look back&lt;br /&gt;I see the time&lt;br /&gt;stuck sand hurt my eyes&lt;br /&gt;the flowing river&lt;br /&gt;pass me by&lt;br /&gt;so don't regret don't feel sorrow&lt;br /&gt;never drop a tear&lt;br /&gt;for trust be the one&lt;br /&gt;never to be borrowed&lt;br /&gt;if you remember&lt;br /&gt;remember what I say now&lt;br /&gt;remember this song&lt;br /&gt;which I call&lt;br /&gt;Am Not! THE ONE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7427935479210179589-2560414576545714980?l=tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2560414576545714980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/2010/04/how-can-i-be-one-charmed-cant-stay-long.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427935479210179589/posts/default/2560414576545714980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427935479210179589/posts/default/2560414576545714980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/2010/04/how-can-i-be-one-charmed-cant-stay-long.html' title='Am Not! THE ONE'/><author><name>La Cleora Ortiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493151676540735342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/SpQRW2gBR5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/5ti56-Qdh30/S220/rose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/S8pTKaIVsNI/AAAAAAAAAtY/fHXzG499DdA/s72-c/loneliness.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7427935479210179589.post-1553661021420212833</id><published>2010-04-11T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T11:33:27.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Salvation To The Rescue</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/S8IgzmI9DAI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/2H0omSemixU/s1600/salvation.128155724_std1221071276.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 421px; height: 281px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/S8IgzmI9DAI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/2H0omSemixU/s400/salvation.128155724_std1221071276.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458961769109982210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my life I was loved&lt;br /&gt;carried with all my flaws&lt;br /&gt;sane insane pain was touched&lt;br /&gt;then i see feelin' of disregard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pain carries no fear&lt;br /&gt;stupid and brave it bears&lt;br /&gt;so much darkness filled in passion&lt;br /&gt;death feels like only salvation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anger led to no mercy&lt;br /&gt;cries and tears are not worthy&lt;br /&gt;what is scar that's never lost&lt;br /&gt;but heals pain to bruising past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he touched&lt;br /&gt;with love so pure&lt;br /&gt;scars jus vanished&lt;br /&gt;fade in fog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope for peace&lt;br /&gt;he asked me so true&lt;br /&gt;forgive and forget&lt;br /&gt;move from these blues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pain will disappear&lt;br /&gt;with med of trust&lt;br /&gt;mountain ocean&lt;br /&gt;together we'll cross&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest in peace&lt;br /&gt;being one soul&lt;br /&gt;happily ever after&lt;br /&gt;one day we shall be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7427935479210179589-1553661021420212833?l=tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1553661021420212833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/2010/04/all-my-life-i-was-loved-carried-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427935479210179589/posts/default/1553661021420212833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427935479210179589/posts/default/1553661021420212833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/2010/04/all-my-life-i-was-loved-carried-with.html' title='Salvation To The Rescue'/><author><name>La Cleora Ortiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493151676540735342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/SpQRW2gBR5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/5ti56-Qdh30/S220/rose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/S8IgzmI9DAI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/2H0omSemixU/s72-c/salvation.128155724_std1221071276.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7427935479210179589.post-7921135770391576820</id><published>2010-04-10T15:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T16:12:00.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Only Weakness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/S8EFEXHSNcI/AAAAAAAAArw/UvIqZoiT0QA/s1600/Weak.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 324px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/S8EFEXHSNcI/AAAAAAAAArw/UvIqZoiT0QA/s400/Weak.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458649795831936450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call it my only weakness&lt;br /&gt;when I stand strong&lt;br /&gt;and can't show broken tears&lt;br /&gt;I hide fears&lt;br /&gt;don't speak&lt;br /&gt;that my heart is crying&lt;br /&gt;from distant creed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call it my only weakness&lt;br /&gt;I love&lt;br /&gt;but let go&lt;br /&gt;I stop where&lt;br /&gt;am slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call it my only weakness&lt;br /&gt;I sob&lt;br /&gt;I fail&lt;br /&gt;I try&lt;br /&gt;for one more time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call it my only weakness&lt;br /&gt;am scared&lt;br /&gt;but I hide&lt;br /&gt;am not&lt;br /&gt;brave in my lonely times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call it my only weakness&lt;br /&gt;the strength&lt;br /&gt;the smile&lt;br /&gt;a fear of whisper hidden unfaced&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call it my only weakness&lt;br /&gt;when I fight without an alibi&lt;br /&gt;I keep quite&lt;br /&gt;when hurt touches deep inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call it my only weakness&lt;br /&gt;when am alone I realize&lt;br /&gt;undone my mistake&lt;br /&gt;can't be buried behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call it my only  weakness&lt;br /&gt;am cold&lt;br /&gt;I fake&lt;br /&gt;when am strong&lt;br /&gt;but weak at the bottom line.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7427935479210179589-7921135770391576820?l=tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7921135770391576820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-only-weakness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427935479210179589/posts/default/7921135770391576820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427935479210179589/posts/default/7921135770391576820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-only-weakness.html' title='My Only Weakness'/><author><name>La Cleora Ortiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493151676540735342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/SpQRW2gBR5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/5ti56-Qdh30/S220/rose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/S8EFEXHSNcI/AAAAAAAAArw/UvIqZoiT0QA/s72-c/Weak.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7427935479210179589.post-4636520393081696932</id><published>2010-04-01T00:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T00:24:42.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vampires’ Grave</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/S7RIA6KQufI/AAAAAAAAAqY/cs0mKEh6SPo/s1600/grave.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455064229102008818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 503px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/S7RIA6KQufI/AAAAAAAAAqY/cs0mKEh6SPo/s400/grave.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once it’s gone&lt;br /&gt;nothing can fill that space&lt;br /&gt;its dark&lt;br /&gt;its empty&lt;br /&gt;it’s a living hell.&lt;br /&gt;Bitterness costs something,&lt;br /&gt;sometimes it’s so frustrating,&lt;br /&gt;pit of hatred in heart&lt;br /&gt;where disappointment creeps within.&lt;br /&gt;I can't control,&lt;br /&gt;I cannot trust,&lt;br /&gt;several mysterious spells&lt;br /&gt;the wind cries to thrust.&lt;br /&gt;Sobbing memories&lt;br /&gt;Keep the faith blurred,&lt;br /&gt;But then I took a pause&lt;br /&gt;to acknowledge the trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crossin’ several lost souls,&lt;br /&gt;I emerged.&lt;br /&gt;Rose from the dead&lt;br /&gt;to a furious hunt.&lt;br /&gt;Feeding upon the crimson luscious,&lt;br /&gt;sucked through the flowing gall.&lt;br /&gt;Livings called me callous vamp&lt;br /&gt;with their inhuman stung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Returned to skeleton boneyard,&lt;br /&gt;I wiped my colored past&lt;br /&gt;snow has covered my grave,&lt;br /&gt;the stone’s beauty has past,&lt;br /&gt;but after so many lives I fed&lt;br /&gt;now it’s time for me to rest.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t breathe,&lt;br /&gt;I don’t sob,&lt;br /&gt;coz I feel nothing&lt;br /&gt;neither glee nor gust.&lt;br /&gt;My death hasn't&lt;br /&gt;changed the world,&lt;br /&gt;no rage or revenge&lt;br /&gt;can make it shut.&lt;br /&gt;I am a Vampire&lt;br /&gt;filled with grudge,&lt;br /&gt;but am scared&lt;br /&gt;with these bruising facts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turned to the dead&lt;br /&gt;I found warmth of love&lt;br /&gt;overwhelmed with several words&lt;br /&gt;I stood mute with tears.&lt;br /&gt;My soul so purified,&lt;br /&gt;passion to fury&lt;br /&gt;evaporated from the dust.&lt;br /&gt;Peace I have finally found&lt;br /&gt;in a cold sober.&lt;br /&gt;Smiled at the world for the last time&lt;br /&gt;R.I.P I wish with a Good bye.&lt;br /&gt;concord pacifism I crossed my heart&lt;br /&gt;sleepin’ beneath the stone of Shady White.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/S7RIA6KQufI/AAAAAAAAAqY/cs0mKEh6SPo/s1600/grave.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7427935479210179589-4636520393081696932?l=tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4636520393081696932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/2010/04/vampires-grave.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427935479210179589/posts/default/4636520393081696932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427935479210179589/posts/default/4636520393081696932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/2010/04/vampires-grave.html' title='Vampires’ Grave'/><author><name>La Cleora Ortiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493151676540735342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/SpQRW2gBR5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/5ti56-Qdh30/S220/rose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/S7RIA6KQufI/AAAAAAAAAqY/cs0mKEh6SPo/s72-c/grave.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7427935479210179589.post-1029210139960842236</id><published>2010-03-08T08:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T03:54:09.532-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Invincible Curse</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/S5XiSm95OZI/AAAAAAAAApc/CGlTiQsGxls/s1600-h/VampireWings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446508133700155794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 367px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 389px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/S5XiSm95OZI/AAAAAAAAApc/CGlTiQsGxls/s400/VampireWings.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/S5XXw_hVqvI/AAAAAAAAAo4/-P7lvKPGns0/s1600-h/28214VAMPIRE.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Something insida me&lt;br /&gt;is taken&lt;br /&gt;is broken&lt;br /&gt;is shattered&lt;br /&gt;in my darkest dream,&lt;br /&gt;Something inside&lt;br /&gt;never comin’ back&lt;br /&gt;never be replaced&lt;br /&gt;even after loudest scream.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I've scattered my parts apart&lt;br /&gt;broken myself in two halves&lt;br /&gt;destroyed every emotion I had&lt;br /&gt;hitting your invincible curse.&lt;/div&gt;I can face myself with your blames&lt;br /&gt;take my shame to the grave&lt;br /&gt;benevolence falling from the edge&lt;br /&gt;when I see your look on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Suddenly wind jus stopped,&lt;br /&gt;am suffocating words of disregard. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dearth of redemption, I feel&lt;br /&gt;’coz abstruse scar would never heal .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Am scared but not running&lt;br /&gt;‘coz old pages won’t be turning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Accepting your ugly pathos of reality&lt;br /&gt;inflate my deepest sanity,&lt;br /&gt;Caged with your ghastly formalities,&lt;br /&gt;I invade my own identity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7427935479210179589-1029210139960842236?l=tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1029210139960842236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/2010/03/undecided-hell.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427935479210179589/posts/default/1029210139960842236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427935479210179589/posts/default/1029210139960842236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/2010/03/undecided-hell.html' title='Invincible Curse'/><author><name>La Cleora Ortiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493151676540735342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/SpQRW2gBR5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/5ti56-Qdh30/S220/rose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/S5XiSm95OZI/AAAAAAAAApc/CGlTiQsGxls/s72-c/VampireWings.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7427935479210179589.post-1417412769911530013</id><published>2010-02-09T04:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T05:01:11.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nosferatu Chords</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/S3FcN3bifRI/AAAAAAAAAjo/KVBdQku5bhQ/s1600-h/eyesofhope4%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="eyesofhope4" border="0" alt="eyesofhope4" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/S3FcOj3LlHI/AAAAAAAAAjs/QpJBvjICFS4/eyesofhope4_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="448" height="341" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Going on to a new tomorrow   &lt;br /&gt;bumped with blurred past    &lt;br /&gt;Turned a few to ashes    &lt;br /&gt;to keep away the    &lt;br /&gt;screwed up parts    &lt;br /&gt;A token of yesterday    &lt;br /&gt;that was borrowed    &lt;br /&gt;for sake of forgiveness    &lt;br /&gt;for all that has hurt    &lt;br /&gt;for the truth insight    &lt;br /&gt;Unfinished shades of memory    &lt;br /&gt;guilt that are disregard &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I got up   &lt;br /&gt;am caught with    &lt;br /&gt;again shut up    &lt;br /&gt;with the darkness    &lt;br /&gt;insida me    &lt;br /&gt;Am done with    &lt;br /&gt;I cant take back    &lt;br /&gt;am washing my hand    &lt;br /&gt;from ghastly tact &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;A Faking mourning smile   &lt;br /&gt;feeling hurt deep inside    &lt;br /&gt;Angels cry with me    &lt;br /&gt;and Devils are justified    &lt;br /&gt;Looking for tomorrow    &lt;br /&gt;still no hope for sunshine    &lt;br /&gt;Darkness leaks tears    &lt;br /&gt;Vampires kissing bloody night. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I got up   &lt;br /&gt;am caught with    &lt;br /&gt;again shut up    &lt;br /&gt;with the darkness    &lt;br /&gt;insida me    &lt;br /&gt;Am done with    &lt;br /&gt;I can’t take back    &lt;br /&gt;am washing my hand    &lt;br /&gt;from ghastly tact &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Saving one last spark   &lt;br /&gt;Creeping in the pitched up lost    &lt;br /&gt;Feeling trap with dreadful grudge    &lt;br /&gt;Exile from the start    &lt;br /&gt;Sealing the pain within the walls. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So am shutting the door   &lt;br /&gt;on you    &lt;br /&gt;Turn back    &lt;br /&gt;never face me    &lt;br /&gt;Taking back    &lt;br /&gt;everything you had    &lt;br /&gt;Am falling    &lt;br /&gt;am crumbling    &lt;br /&gt;am not showing    &lt;br /&gt;a single tear I have    &lt;br /&gt;So if you face me    &lt;br /&gt;I face you    &lt;br /&gt;With another mourning smile.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7427935479210179589-1417412769911530013?l=tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1417412769911530013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/2010/02/nosferatu-chords.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427935479210179589/posts/default/1417412769911530013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427935479210179589/posts/default/1417412769911530013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/2010/02/nosferatu-chords.html' title='Nosferatu Chords'/><author><name>La Cleora Ortiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493151676540735342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/SpQRW2gBR5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/5ti56-Qdh30/S220/rose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/S3FcOj3LlHI/AAAAAAAAAjs/QpJBvjICFS4/s72-c/eyesofhope4_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7427935479210179589.post-1578971725428928437</id><published>2010-01-21T06:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T06:29:17.365-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prologue To My (goin’ to be) First Novel</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/S1hguAMpJkI/AAAAAAAAAgM/9AM3XNLTylI/s1600-h/cover%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none ; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; width: 468px; height: 484px;" title="cover" alt="cover" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/S1hgvMMQ0TI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/ECO3mDy-UgI/cover_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;                                                           Somewhere in ‘05, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Dear Reader, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s 3 O'clock in the mornin’. I don't remember the date ‘coz I haven’t been updating the journal for quite a long time. For weeks I’ve been tryin’ to face myself, the person I am, the person standin’ in front of the mirror. But tonight when I was going through some captured memories of my precious, I realised just how amazing those moments were! I couldn’t hold myself from feeling gracious and smiling at the vivacious little acts she used to put together just to see me smile. Today, even though she’s not with me, she has made me smile after a very long time. I look at myself in the mirror, see myself lively and smiling, and question “Do I deserve to smile? Do I deserve to be happy?” Maybe not! But I can’t help feeling happy, satisfied and complete whenever I think about her and grieve at the same time that I can no longer be with her, or have the things I had, no matter how hard I try. Seems like I will always be hollow inside, filled with nothin’ but regret and agony. The darkness will never go away, the mistakes I have made will never stop chasing me, and my tattered soul will never be whole again. So am making the last entry, to my diary and to my life, ‘coz my soul can’t have a second chance to make things right again, ‘coz my life is left with no meaning other than conveying its mistakes, ‘coz my conscience tells me that I deserve to die.  &lt;br /&gt;I don’t know who you are but you'll come to know me real better when you read this journal of mine, whose epilogue you are going through right now. If you're starting this journal from this entry, you might be wondering who am I, what’s my name, and what’s the reason I am dead? Honestly and to be straight, the answers to the first two questions don’t really matter ‘coz if you're reading this you either already know me or will be knowing me after you’ve read this journal. And if you don’t wish to continue then you definitely do not bother about me. Yes, it could've taken a word or two to explain who am I, but I kept on saying things that are ambiguous, ‘coz I see the world differently and that’s the answer to the last question, the reason I am dead. Am not a coward, am not scared of anything, am not running' away from my responsibilities, then why am doing somethin' that am doing, because my death is the only way for the world to know my memoir.  &lt;br /&gt;Well, am not a guy who keeps memoir of everything he does, but then I started with this habit when I felt handicapped to understand the things that were going around me. Pretty crazy you know! Wasn’t' able to keep track of what’s happening when, why am standin' in the middle of a street, sleep walkin', hallucinating, and forgetting things. While sitting' beside my friend’s dead body in the morgue, I realised that my memories were playing games with me and decided to capture them into pictures or words and cage them on paper.  &lt;br /&gt;Am an artist by profession, the Artist who can’t part with its artistry, the one who captures the very flowing emotion that never comes back, the beauty of very instant that slips away if not captured on canvas, the beauty I used to come across every day. Now that she’s been missin’ like forever, what’s left in me is mere flesh and bones with running blood streams, walkin’ alone, heading nowhere. The last string that connects you and the world to me is this journal. And through this last page I implore you dear reader, never let go of the love you have, ‘coz there are very few people in this world whom you meet only once in a lifetime. If you lose them, they may never come back. If the story of my life recorded in here helps you in any way, then let it help someone else too. Perhaps that’s the only way I can redeem myself for the mistakes I‘ve made.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Jason Ames (a.k.a Jesse)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7427935479210179589-1578971725428928437?l=tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1578971725428928437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/2010/01/prologue-to-my-goin-to-be-first-novel_21.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427935479210179589/posts/default/1578971725428928437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427935479210179589/posts/default/1578971725428928437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/2010/01/prologue-to-my-goin-to-be-first-novel_21.html' title='Prologue To My (goin’ to be) First Novel'/><author><name>La Cleora Ortiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493151676540735342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/SpQRW2gBR5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/5ti56-Qdh30/S220/rose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/S1hgvMMQ0TI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/ECO3mDy-UgI/s72-c/cover_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7427935479210179589.post-7652092591536758177</id><published>2009-12-30T07:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T05:35:31.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Azrael Awaits Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/Sz36HfMpcDI/AAAAAAAAAP8/kuzPE2dzdXs/s1600-h/azrael%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="azrael" border="0" alt="azrael" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/Sz36IoMAxfI/AAAAAAAAAQA/qwnIGM0nf8Y/azrael_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="314" height="363" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &lt;p&gt;Am a soul without direction,    &lt;br /&gt;unloved and discarded     &lt;br /&gt;from perfection,     &lt;br /&gt;Hands of mine colored in crimson     &lt;br /&gt;unclotted blood dripping through my redemption     &lt;br /&gt;Forgotten memories coming clear to mind     &lt;br /&gt;slipping time freezin' me behind     &lt;br /&gt;Eyes bleeding painful tears     &lt;br /&gt;smile is forced over stressful fears     &lt;br /&gt;Azrael standin’ in front of me     &lt;br /&gt;waiting for the time     &lt;br /&gt;lifeless I will be     &lt;br /&gt;memories still am holdin' back     &lt;br /&gt;future I don't have when I see my hand     &lt;br /&gt;No pain anymore its feels relief     &lt;br /&gt;escaping art, and death surreal     &lt;br /&gt;regret for once staying back     &lt;br /&gt;now goin' away     &lt;br /&gt;relief and satisfaction     &lt;br /&gt;for those are pained     &lt;br /&gt;Ready to go now     &lt;br /&gt;am leaving behind     &lt;br /&gt;memories and past     &lt;br /&gt;I have lived to remind.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7427935479210179589-7652092591536758177?l=tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7652092591536758177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/2009/12/azrael-awaits-me_30.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427935479210179589/posts/default/7652092591536758177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427935479210179589/posts/default/7652092591536758177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/2009/12/azrael-awaits-me_30.html' title='Azrael Awaits Me'/><author><name>La Cleora Ortiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493151676540735342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/SpQRW2gBR5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/5ti56-Qdh30/S220/rose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/Sz36IoMAxfI/AAAAAAAAAQA/qwnIGM0nf8Y/s72-c/azrael_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7427935479210179589.post-8655550951054137102</id><published>2009-12-07T11:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T11:37:46.838-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Thorn Of Perfection</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/Sx1Zh44Bu0I/AAAAAAAAAO0/_epvASmlaQo/s1600-h/FrozenwoMan%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="FrozenwoMan" border="0" alt="FrozenwoMan" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/Sx1ZibEMbHI/AAAAAAAAAO4/MLwhgBwOQDI/FrozenwoMan_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="354" height="269" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Life is so perfect,    &lt;br /&gt;That my Heart is,     &lt;br /&gt;Weeping tears of flame.    &lt;br /&gt;Scared my mind,    &lt;br /&gt;Asking no devil to    &lt;br /&gt;play another game.     &lt;br /&gt;Jus livin’ in this heaven     &lt;br /&gt;Feels life lived    &lt;br /&gt;in one moment.    &lt;br /&gt;No harm can invade,    &lt;br /&gt;This protection,    &lt;br /&gt;Several chilling snow,    &lt;br /&gt;Calming with passion. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Life so perfect,   &lt;br /&gt;Dream i had to have,    &lt;br /&gt;Weeping tears, I cried to see,    &lt;br /&gt;And now its all before me,    &lt;br /&gt;But am scared if its all gone some day    &lt;br /&gt;And love whisper back to me and says,    &lt;br /&gt;Every moment I live,     &lt;br /&gt;is year passing gift,    &lt;br /&gt;flashes are blurring    &lt;br /&gt;with the scar forever fading. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Life so perfect can't catch again,   &lt;br /&gt;If lost    &lt;br /&gt;There some people you meet    &lt;br /&gt;only once in a lifetime.    &lt;br /&gt;This heals pain inside    &lt;br /&gt;my bleeding heart cries one name     &lt;br /&gt;Life so perfect I would end with my THE END.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7427935479210179589-8655550951054137102?l=tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8655550951054137102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/2009/12/thorn-of-perfection.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427935479210179589/posts/default/8655550951054137102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427935479210179589/posts/default/8655550951054137102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/2009/12/thorn-of-perfection.html' title='A Thorn Of Perfection'/><author><name>La Cleora Ortiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493151676540735342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/SpQRW2gBR5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/5ti56-Qdh30/S220/rose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/Sx1ZibEMbHI/AAAAAAAAAO4/MLwhgBwOQDI/s72-c/FrozenwoMan_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7427935479210179589.post-164536248599745002</id><published>2009-11-15T13:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T13:38:43.761-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Descry the Darkness of Bournville</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/SwB0NJ38_FI/AAAAAAAAAOg/IOJ1OF79wis/s1600-h/bridechoc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 337px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/SwB0NJ38_FI/AAAAAAAAAOg/IOJ1OF79wis/s400/bridechoc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404447322182319186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A price of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;             &lt;t&gt; &lt;/t&gt;      &lt;t&gt;Perfection,&lt;/t&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;t&gt;A taste of...&lt;/t&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;t&gt;&lt;t&gt;&lt;/t&gt;&lt;/t&gt;       &lt;t&gt;&lt;t&gt;Hardwork,&lt;/t&gt;&lt;/t&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;t&gt;&lt;t&gt;&lt;/t&gt;&lt;/t&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;t&gt;&lt;t&gt;&lt;/t&gt;&lt;/t&gt;&lt;t&gt;&lt;t&gt;A flavor of...&lt;/t&gt;&lt;/t&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;t&gt;&lt;t&gt;                 &lt;t&gt;&lt;/t&gt;&lt;/t&gt;&lt;/t&gt;       &lt;t&gt;&lt;t&gt;&lt;t&gt;Purity,&lt;/t&gt;&lt;/t&gt;&lt;/t&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;t&gt;&lt;t&gt;&lt;t&gt;&lt;/t&gt;&lt;/t&gt;&lt;/t&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;t&gt;&lt;t&gt;&lt;t&gt;&lt;/t&gt;&lt;/t&gt;&lt;/t&gt;&lt;t&gt;&lt;t&gt;&lt;t&gt;An ecstasy of...&lt;/t&gt;&lt;/t&gt;&lt;/t&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;t&gt;&lt;t&gt;&lt;t&gt;                       &lt;t&gt;&lt;/t&gt;&lt;/t&gt;&lt;/t&gt;&lt;/t&gt;       &lt;t&gt;&lt;t&gt;&lt;t&gt;&lt;t&gt;Quality,&lt;/t&gt;&lt;/t&gt;&lt;/t&gt;&lt;/t&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;t&gt;&lt;t&gt;&lt;t&gt;&lt;t&gt;&lt;/t&gt;&lt;/t&gt;&lt;/t&gt;&lt;/t&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;t&gt;&lt;t&gt;&lt;t&gt;&lt;t&gt;&lt;/t&gt;&lt;/t&gt;&lt;/t&gt;&lt;/t&gt;&lt;t&gt;&lt;t&gt;&lt;t&gt;&lt;t&gt;A chunk of...&lt;/t&gt;&lt;/t&gt;&lt;/t&gt;&lt;/t&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;t&gt;&lt;t&gt;&lt;t&gt;&lt;t&gt;&lt;t&gt;&lt;/t&gt;&lt;/t&gt;&lt;/t&gt;&lt;/t&gt;&lt;/t&gt;       &lt;t&gt;&lt;t&gt;&lt;t&gt;&lt;t&gt;&lt;t&gt;Bournville.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/t&gt;&lt;/t&gt;&lt;/t&gt;&lt;/t&gt;&lt;/t&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7427935479210179589-164536248599745002?l=tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/164536248599745002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/2009/11/descry-darkness-of-bournville.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427935479210179589/posts/default/164536248599745002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427935479210179589/posts/default/164536248599745002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/2009/11/descry-darkness-of-bournville.html' title='Descry the Darkness of Bournville'/><author><name>La Cleora Ortiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493151676540735342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/SpQRW2gBR5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/5ti56-Qdh30/S220/rose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/SwB0NJ38_FI/AAAAAAAAAOg/IOJ1OF79wis/s72-c/bridechoc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7427935479210179589.post-916506119884634468</id><published>2009-11-10T10:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T09:33:39.787-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are You A Manager???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/Sv2die-oQ6I/AAAAAAAAAOI/QE9VJ7NgpGs/s1600-h/f98.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 375px; height: 279px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/Sv2die-oQ6I/AAAAAAAAAOI/QE9VJ7NgpGs/s400/f98.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403648343671325602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have heard people talking about "destination"... usually questioning what is your Motto...? When I was a child like any other kid I used to say Doctor... then I grew up and said Engineer... or more specifically software engineer... why? don’t know maybe heard someone talking about it then after facing the environment outside the house to be safe I choose to be a manager hence Lets Go For MBA....   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Surprisingly we never ever answer the question asked to us but we do keep on going round and round in a circle. Man! The pending unsettled question is still the same "what's YOUR wish? What YOU wanna be? Where is your destiny?" at least answer one of it.... :O Confused? ya me too.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;When we were kids we used to say what our elders taught us... they said "you look good in an apron" and we replied "I will become a doc" when time passed a few seasons the idea, more precisely the destiny, is now changed to become an engineer then by the time completing engineering we find "oh! those friends of mine are doing MBA" or each of two parent would talk to couple of other parents and then we find ourselves appearing CAT, XAT or other management 'xams but hold on! Do you really want this...? Do you even know what you want...? You are grown ups, have a mind to think so why not use it.... why thinking along other’s verbiage. Oh! have you figured out any of the above? if not stand before the mirror and ask yourself who you are?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"&gt;In most of the management interviews it’s being asked Why you wanna do MBA...? Answering things are very easy, Making up is easier.... what's difficult is to face the truth... asking why? Do a search in Google and you'll find several satisfying answers but which answer satisfies you? which answer is really You? First ask yourself before appearing your paper are you eligible? Is this you’re meant to be? If all the answers are positive then ask yourself one last question, Do you really see yourself as a manager in the future? if yes then pack your bags and return, this is not what you came for. If you see yourself as a manager right now, the skills that drives your daily animation and bustle then this is where you need to be, this is where you're wanted.... It’s not 1 year preparation for CAT or getting 99 percentile in it or getting out of the bestest B School in the whole world that will make you a manager.... it’s You that makes you a manager.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="georgia" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don’t know what CAT, XAT or other management exams are about but I know why I wanna be a manager... "Manager" this word ain't taught in any management college even in IIM or Kellogg’s, this is a quality that lies within, submerged inside a mortal, deep inside and sometime shows up as a spark of daily habit... MBA is nothing but a way to take you to your limit where you wanna reach... it’s not about the money, it’s not about &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;the fame, it’s about YOU, it’s the destiny that Completes You... the B Schools can only help to shine a diamond from the rough black dirt.... but diamond is always a diamond...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;its 21 days left for CAT now...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;if you can manage time and within the last moment come ready crossing all hurdles and get yourself motivated at the same time, then you are a manager... if you don’t care what you got but use what you have, then you're a manager... if you know everything has failed, the last blood has been dripped but still have that passion to carry on then you're a manager, if you are scared of new life which passes through a lot of chaos, standing where you feel nothing is right anymore but still in that scary, frightening and bloodcurdling scene you haven't lost hope then you're a manager.... &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Now you decide by asking yourself... Are you a manger?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Remember Only difference between a brave and an ordinary man is that former can hold lil longer... you can’t be defeated until you've given up....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7427935479210179589-916506119884634468?l=tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/916506119884634468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/2009/11/are-you-manager.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427935479210179589/posts/default/916506119884634468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427935479210179589/posts/default/916506119884634468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/2009/11/are-you-manager.html' title='Are You A Manager???'/><author><name>La Cleora Ortiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493151676540735342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/SpQRW2gBR5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/5ti56-Qdh30/S220/rose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/Sv2die-oQ6I/AAAAAAAAAOI/QE9VJ7NgpGs/s72-c/f98.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7427935479210179589.post-4531491583643157963</id><published>2009-10-20T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T09:33:02.617-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Revolution::The Fight Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/Sv2aVXzVocI/AAAAAAAAANw/Kr8lQAiFtxY/s1600-h/dark-gothic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/Sv2aVXzVocI/AAAAAAAAANw/Kr8lQAiFtxY/s400/dark-gothic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403644819871736258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Life sometimes is so unfair that it doesn't feel right to compromise with its unworthy situations... its like compromising with a lie, with injustice, with lawlessness... sometimes I ask myself, "Does goodness exists in this world anymore?" "Is God still lookin' at us or is He tired too...???"&lt;br /&gt;There comes the rebel... when every way is closed... the clock ticks for revolution. A revolution for justice, a revolution for equality, a revolution for a better life. It has been said, GOD HELPS THOSE WHO HELP THEMSELVES. Its time to fight back for what you truly believe in... The world is a beautiful place, but in the hands of a few it gets grey and nasty. For a better life, the world needs to be snatched away from them, 'coz rights aren't given but taken....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7427935479210179589-4531491583643157963?l=tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4531491583643157963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/2009/10/revolutionfight-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427935479210179589/posts/default/4531491583643157963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427935479210179589/posts/default/4531491583643157963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/2009/10/revolutionfight-back.html' title='Revolution::The Fight Back'/><author><name>La Cleora Ortiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493151676540735342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/SpQRW2gBR5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/5ti56-Qdh30/S220/rose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/Sv2aVXzVocI/AAAAAAAAANw/Kr8lQAiFtxY/s72-c/dark-gothic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7427935479210179589.post-4436210249938823463</id><published>2009-10-08T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T05:25:58.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Laugh Until I Cry</title><content type='html'>Can you feel unfortunate and luckiest,&lt;br /&gt;Both at the same time,&lt;br /&gt;I have, I have been in&lt;br /&gt;The situation when,&lt;br /&gt;I laugh until I cry.&lt;br /&gt;Can you escape the feelin' to depart,&lt;br /&gt;Depart from a love one,&lt;br /&gt;Leavin' tears in her eyes,&lt;br /&gt;And pain behind.&lt;br /&gt;You know she be lonely,&lt;br /&gt;Incomplete when you're gone,&lt;br /&gt;But she'll be waitin' in a hope,&lt;br /&gt;Hope for you to return.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me how you feel,&lt;br /&gt;If sorrow and happiness&lt;br /&gt;come on same side of a coin,&lt;br /&gt;Have you been in the situation&lt;br /&gt;Of departing love to meet a special one.&lt;br /&gt;I have, I have been in the position&lt;br /&gt;filled with joy and regret,&lt;br /&gt;Condolence and comfort,&lt;br /&gt;all in one occasion.&lt;br /&gt;I have been in the dias,&lt;br /&gt;Where turnin' back doesn't work,&lt;br /&gt;Coz the train picks up&lt;br /&gt;And I've to say that word.&lt;br /&gt;Happy to see Mi Amor again&lt;br /&gt;but my love so long I left back,&lt;br /&gt;while getting in the train&lt;br /&gt;seeing her alone in the station&lt;br /&gt;fills me with pain&lt;br /&gt;Oh God have mercy&lt;br /&gt;Should I smile or cry&lt;br /&gt;My heart feels strange&lt;br /&gt;With several thoughts in my mind&lt;br /&gt;I wish God keeps her safe&lt;br /&gt;All I leave behind&lt;br /&gt;She keeps smilin' always&lt;br /&gt;I wish when&lt;br /&gt;Think about her&lt;br /&gt;And I laugh until I cry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7427935479210179589-4436210249938823463?l=tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4436210249938823463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-laugh-until-i-cry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427935479210179589/posts/default/4436210249938823463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427935479210179589/posts/default/4436210249938823463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-laugh-until-i-cry.html' title='I Laugh Until I Cry'/><author><name>La Cleora Ortiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493151676540735342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/SpQRW2gBR5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/5ti56-Qdh30/S220/rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7427935479210179589.post-5555032597181823772</id><published>2009-09-12T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T22:07:26.447-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Youth Verbiage</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Moving inside inane darkness,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Followed by detrimental closeness,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Faith that slowly erodes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;With the exacerbates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Simplification of abstruse feeling,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Legible expression in succinct understanding,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Macrocosm indict charges,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Never acquitted painful sicker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Though soothing salvation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Imminent extempore,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Catastrophic demolition &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Blunder its exploit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7427935479210179589-5555032597181823772?l=tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5555032597181823772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/2009/09/youth-verbiage.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427935479210179589/posts/default/5555032597181823772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427935479210179589/posts/default/5555032597181823772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/2009/09/youth-verbiage.html' title='Youth Verbiage'/><author><name>La Cleora Ortiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493151676540735342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/SpQRW2gBR5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/5ti56-Qdh30/S220/rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7427935479210179589.post-8614852467227219396</id><published>2009-09-07T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T17:18:48.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Capture That...</title><content type='html'>I wanna capture that time&lt;br /&gt;Every moment that's fallin' apart&lt;br /&gt;Every tear that your eyes depart&lt;br /&gt;And every piece that connects to the start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna capture those emotions&lt;br /&gt;Every time I made you smile&lt;br /&gt;Every turn your eyes sparkle tight&lt;br /&gt;And every tide together we fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna capture those ignorance&lt;br /&gt;When, with you everything else vanish&lt;br /&gt;Being in your arms my world ravish&lt;br /&gt;You &amp;amp; me and nothin' else exist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna capture those pains&lt;br /&gt;Every scar reminds of you&lt;br /&gt;Every tear drop calls you&lt;br /&gt;And my broken heart compiles for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna capture you&lt;br /&gt;One day I won't be here&lt;br /&gt;Away from you, I won't fear&lt;br /&gt;'Coz your memories, I'll always share.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7427935479210179589-8614852467227219396?l=tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8614852467227219396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/2009/09/capture-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427935479210179589/posts/default/8614852467227219396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427935479210179589/posts/default/8614852467227219396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/2009/09/capture-that.html' title='Capture That...'/><author><name>La Cleora Ortiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493151676540735342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/SpQRW2gBR5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/5ti56-Qdh30/S220/rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7427935479210179589.post-586540219448079334</id><published>2009-08-27T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T10:44:18.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sacred Collection Of Sir Charlemagne</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HONEST MISTAKE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're upset,&lt;br /&gt;You hurt me bad,&lt;br /&gt;I take it all in,&lt;br /&gt;And help you stand....&lt;br /&gt;But all that hurt,&lt;br /&gt;doesn't go away...&lt;br /&gt;It tears my heart,&lt;br /&gt;And bruises my soul,&lt;br /&gt;All I ask of you is to show me a way,&lt;br /&gt;How I can share the pain,&lt;br /&gt;And be whole again.&lt;br /&gt;Please stay with me,&lt;br /&gt;When I sway,&lt;br /&gt;I know I hurt you baby,&lt;br /&gt;An honest mistake&lt;br /&gt;Can I expect you to ignore it,&lt;br /&gt;And listen to what the heart says?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MOURNING SMILE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;If I'm so bad,&lt;br /&gt;Jus Let me know.&lt;br /&gt;If what I ask is too much,&lt;br /&gt;Jus say so.&lt;br /&gt;When I'm gone&lt;br /&gt;Jus carry on.&lt;br /&gt;Don't mourn,&lt;br /&gt;Rejoice everything you hear&lt;br /&gt;The sound of my voice,&lt;br /&gt;Jus know&lt;br /&gt;That I'm lookin' down at you smilin'&lt;br /&gt;And I did not feel a thing,&lt;br /&gt;So baby don't feel no pain&lt;br /&gt;Jus smile me back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DEATH A DREAM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why death is so sweet and pure,&lt;br /&gt;Why death is the only cure,&lt;br /&gt;Why death tempting me,&lt;br /&gt;Why death is all I see,&lt;br /&gt;Why death the final rendezvous,&lt;br /&gt;Why is death Oh! so true,&lt;br /&gt;Why is death so hard to foresee,&lt;br /&gt;Why doesn't death come for me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7427935479210179589-586540219448079334?l=tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/586540219448079334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/2009/08/sacred-collection-of-sir-charlemagne.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427935479210179589/posts/default/586540219448079334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427935479210179589/posts/default/586540219448079334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/2009/08/sacred-collection-of-sir-charlemagne.html' title='Sacred Collection Of Sir Charlemagne'/><author><name>La Cleora Ortiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493151676540735342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/SpQRW2gBR5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/5ti56-Qdh30/S220/rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7427935479210179589.post-8420432902342254259</id><published>2009-08-26T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T12:18:09.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Am I ???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'm Lost, I'm broke&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;I turn back, and keep that hold&lt;br /&gt;I wait, I wait until you call me&lt;br /&gt;And you call me back to our home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder, who am I?&lt;br /&gt;I surrender, I jump into your arms,&lt;br /&gt;Put me somewhere safe, hold me tight&lt;br /&gt;Coz its here, where I belong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who am I? I wonder again &amp;amp; again,&lt;br /&gt;Do I've an identity,&lt;br /&gt;Call me heart, call me back,&lt;br /&gt;Its only you, who can bring me if am lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who am I? Tell me where I am,&lt;br /&gt;I'm so lost,&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a face,&lt;br /&gt;Call me something, call my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost,&lt;br /&gt;And you're confused,&lt;br /&gt;Look inside your heart,&lt;br /&gt;Tell me if I'm the one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, If I'm someone, belong to you&lt;br /&gt;Its me, its simply me&lt;br /&gt;Its all I've figured&lt;br /&gt;When I'm lost in you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7427935479210179589-8420432902342254259?l=tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8420432902342254259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/2009/08/who-am-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427935479210179589/posts/default/8420432902342254259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427935479210179589/posts/default/8420432902342254259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/2009/08/who-am-i.html' title='Who Am I ???'/><author><name>La Cleora Ortiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493151676540735342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/SpQRW2gBR5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/5ti56-Qdh30/S220/rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7427935479210179589.post-7751133035633904068</id><published>2009-08-24T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T12:18:57.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wish</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;I wish I could again be a child,&lt;br /&gt;Innocent &amp;amp; unaware of the world.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could have sound sleeps,&lt;br /&gt;Careless &amp;amp; silent still snoring dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could swing in the garden,&lt;br /&gt;when breeze &amp;amp; birds sing with me.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could play with unreality,&lt;br /&gt;If caught followed my elder's sanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could scream my heart out,&lt;br /&gt;If I find my things are misfound.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could break things,&lt;br /&gt;And try to hide 'em under closet wings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could cry loudly,&lt;br /&gt;When am weepy with leaking eyes.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could express myself,&lt;br /&gt;And its cute everybody feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could scold my teddy&lt;br /&gt;When I'm upset with the neighboring.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had an manikin,&lt;br /&gt;To dress the way I want him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could try my mom's heels&lt;br /&gt;To look talk &amp;amp; feel big.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could dress up,&lt;br /&gt;To pretend am grown up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish to wish again,&lt;br /&gt;To grow faster &amp;amp; have a plane.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I couldn't have wished that day,&lt;br /&gt;When I had all I wish today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7427935479210179589-7751133035633904068?l=tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7751133035633904068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-wish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427935479210179589/posts/default/7751133035633904068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427935479210179589/posts/default/7751133035633904068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-wish.html' title='I Wish'/><author><name>La Cleora Ortiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493151676540735342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/SpQRW2gBR5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/5ti56-Qdh30/S220/rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7427935479210179589.post-110441380058841384</id><published>2009-08-24T03:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T09:34:59.265-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Demonic Angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/Sv2Yl2cyfSI/AAAAAAAAANI/xzGGsIEhrB0/s1600-h/dark-angel-21114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/Sv2Yl2cyfSI/AAAAAAAAANI/xzGGsIEhrB0/s400/dark-angel-21114.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403642903953308962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haunted devil has no plan&lt;br /&gt;Angel voice it keep saying sangs&lt;br /&gt;Drowned in love and soaked with blood&lt;br /&gt;Undead life is far distant.&lt;br /&gt;Life is deserted sand&lt;br /&gt;Leaving control in my hands&lt;br /&gt;Relation, compassion, trust and emotion&lt;br /&gt;Play under demonic invasion.&lt;br /&gt;Devil attracts, demon pull&lt;br /&gt;Hell devastate every loving soul&lt;br /&gt;Angel's love, vampire's kiss&lt;br /&gt;Venomous bite but tears missed.&lt;br /&gt;In angel voice it speaks again&lt;br /&gt;Am the devil with hellish flames&lt;br /&gt;But innocent eyes leave you confuse&lt;br /&gt;I warn you, I warn you again&lt;br /&gt;Coz free-will is one thing&lt;br /&gt;I can't change in voodoo plane.&lt;br /&gt;So giving you a fatal choice&lt;br /&gt;Which way you wanna crawl&lt;br /&gt;Stabbed by an angel&lt;br /&gt;Or killed by a ghost&lt;br /&gt;Coz Am not leaving now&lt;br /&gt;And you're stuck with demon soul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7427935479210179589-110441380058841384?l=tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/110441380058841384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/2009/08/demonic-angel.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7427935479210179589.post-63104494098634278</id><published>2009-08-12T12:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T10:48:13.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unintentional Intimacy</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;The touch of unclear words&lt;br /&gt;The faith on uncertain love&lt;br /&gt;Still a trust on the invisible start&lt;br /&gt;That can't ever depart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An unconditional care&lt;br /&gt;An unworthy spare&lt;br /&gt;For the mistakes taking flight&lt;br /&gt;And settle down after a fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fate to be together&lt;br /&gt;A try to separate never&lt;br /&gt;Still storm push us apart&lt;br /&gt;But a hold that can't detach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A home with a lost direction&lt;br /&gt;A soul without a destination&lt;br /&gt;A pain that needs cure&lt;br /&gt;With the love so pure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A river drowned in emotion&lt;br /&gt;A kiss filled with passion&lt;br /&gt;So a trust on untold future&lt;br /&gt;Saving all to get it nurtured&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7427935479210179589-63104494098634278?l=tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/63104494098634278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/2009/08/uncertain-certainty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427935479210179589/posts/default/63104494098634278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427935479210179589/posts/default/63104494098634278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/2009/08/uncertain-certainty.html' title='Unintentional Intimacy'/><author><name>La Cleora Ortiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493151676540735342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/SpQRW2gBR5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/5ti56-Qdh30/S220/rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7427935479210179589.post-3739363791065948657</id><published>2009-08-12T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T11:52:03.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How It Started???</title><content type='html'>Sometime I am confused,&lt;br /&gt;I wonder when and how it started.&lt;br /&gt;It’s not something which is digital,&lt;br /&gt;It’s been so slow and gradual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So one day I stepped up,&lt;br /&gt;I knew you were the one who was scared.&lt;br /&gt;The fear I had that I would loose you.&lt;br /&gt;The jealousy I had not to be misused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t play black magic,&lt;br /&gt;But you confess yourself on beach.&lt;br /&gt;Did you know what was there in my mind?&lt;br /&gt;But I accept my heart, what it was trying to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We move on together into the feeling wasn’t new to us,&lt;br /&gt;But every single leaf on our tree was freshly grown and blushes.&lt;br /&gt;Every moment is rainbow,&lt;br /&gt;Every sound is music of nightingale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so lost in your heaven, where purity lies and divine crave in,&lt;br /&gt;But suddenly I get hit by reality, so pitched darkness all I can see.&lt;br /&gt;Do I really open up to you, or is it too much I expect,&lt;br /&gt;Sometime I see you irritated, when you say that I make frustrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hurt if I’ve, I keep insida me,&lt;br /&gt;The silent walls surround, and the tears you can’t see.&lt;br /&gt;But you carry my delicate heart,&lt;br /&gt;That you protect from the start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you come to see,&lt;br /&gt;Several hugs and kisses meant only for me.&lt;br /&gt;Funny faces and stupid words,&lt;br /&gt;You jus want to make me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why you don’t let me stay angry,&lt;br /&gt;Why don’t you jus let me go?&lt;br /&gt;You hold my face and turn me to yours,&lt;br /&gt;I’m lost in the innocent eyes and the thousand dreams it shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know when all these started,&lt;br /&gt;I was lost, when you brought me back home.&lt;br /&gt;You answered my question.&lt;br /&gt;You stepped &amp;amp; hold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still wonder, when all these perceive,&lt;br /&gt;You at once remind the day you came to station to receive.&lt;br /&gt;You made the mirror so clear,&lt;br /&gt;Everything in front of me was very real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still I stand confused &amp;amp; wondered,&lt;br /&gt;When your trustful hands grab me as a reminder,&lt;br /&gt;And your truthful lips tell me a story,&lt;br /&gt;You closed my eyes said nothing to worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You started from beginning of the tale,&lt;br /&gt;The day you gave me hugs and emotions didn’t fail.&lt;br /&gt;It started when I kissed your lips,&lt;br /&gt;So that you don't feel bad about kissing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started with a trust,&lt;br /&gt;Trusting more than anyone in the world.&lt;br /&gt;It started with the faith,&lt;br /&gt;That whatever you do, you won’t misbehave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started when we looked at each other,&lt;br /&gt;We believe in a happy family together.&lt;br /&gt;It started with a jealousy, it started with a change.&lt;br /&gt;It starts every moment, moments that can never end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7427935479210179589-3739363791065948657?l=tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/SpQRW2gBR5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/5ti56-Qdh30/S220/rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7427935479210179589.post-2866347065152617809</id><published>2009-08-12T12:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T10:50:33.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>500 Years &amp; More</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;I was flying to the sun,&lt;br /&gt;But all I got was burnt.&lt;br /&gt;I fell right down to the earth,&lt;br /&gt;And I got all scattered apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went in the shadow,&lt;br /&gt;Coz I was scared of sunlight.&lt;br /&gt;I stayed in the darkness,&lt;br /&gt;No matter hows the sunny sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried all the night,&lt;br /&gt;That i wanted to hold it tight.&lt;br /&gt;But I preferred to stay down out of sight,&lt;br /&gt;And not to take another flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't collect my shattered furs,&lt;br /&gt;But in the darkness it warmly grows.&lt;br /&gt;The urge insida me again prevail,&lt;br /&gt;That my love for the sun can ever reveal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I took courage to step outside,&lt;br /&gt;Show my new grown furs to my friends beside.&lt;br /&gt;I looked at the sun and again attracted with its shiny eyes,&lt;br /&gt;I grabbed my potential to fly up and high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time with the determination,&lt;br /&gt;not to fall again,&lt;br /&gt;But with the quotation,&lt;br /&gt;that the Mighty Phoenix win the game.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7427935479210179589-2866347065152617809?l=tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2866347065152617809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/2009/08/500-years-more.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427935479210179589/posts/default/2866347065152617809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427935479210179589/posts/default/2866347065152617809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/2009/08/500-years-more.html' title='500 Years &amp; More'/><author><name>La Cleora Ortiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493151676540735342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/SpQRW2gBR5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/5ti56-Qdh30/S220/rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7427935479210179589.post-6039180371693442344</id><published>2009-08-12T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T10:51:17.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unexplainably  Explained</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;We had lot of good times,&lt;br /&gt;We had lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;We were together&lt;br /&gt;When we were all alone.&lt;br /&gt;But now I'm confused&lt;br /&gt;But now I'm scared&lt;br /&gt;Is this the time to again say a goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Is this the time to again cry&lt;br /&gt;I cant stand away from you&lt;br /&gt;After holding your hand in shade and sun lights.&lt;br /&gt;But i cant stand see you with the guy&lt;br /&gt;Who brought rain into my nights&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to move on&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to start  again,&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to be your loving friend&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to be precious again&lt;br /&gt;But I'm a diamond which has turned into a stone.&lt;br /&gt;But never realize i can be replaced so soon.&lt;br /&gt;So here i say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;So here i see you for last time&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this poem doesn't rhyme&lt;br /&gt;But may be it says all my heart wanna sign.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7427935479210179589-6039180371693442344?l=tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6039180371693442344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/2009/08/unexplainably-explained.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427935479210179589/posts/default/6039180371693442344'/><link 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am not afraid&lt;br /&gt;Not afraid at all&lt;br /&gt;Coz i know you'll catch me&lt;br /&gt;Every time i fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Feel my heart deep inside&lt;br /&gt;With every low &amp;amp; high      &lt;br /&gt;I'll be there by your side      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stretch your hands&lt;br /&gt;I will grab one&lt;br /&gt;I will show u the way&lt;br /&gt;In every turn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So take a step&lt;br /&gt;And come to me&lt;br /&gt;In the dark night&lt;br /&gt;Shine a light for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take one breath&lt;br /&gt;And breathe with me&lt;br /&gt;Coz i am alive&lt;br /&gt;When u kiss me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can stay&lt;br /&gt;Thousand miles apart&lt;br /&gt;Coz my heart will stay&lt;br /&gt;Anywhere you're&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But would u promise&lt;br /&gt;Forget me not&lt;br /&gt;Coz without u&lt;br /&gt;I'm all lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time can take us apart&lt;br /&gt;Chances can be shorten to start&lt;br /&gt;But feelings bemused&lt;br /&gt;Touch heart from distance apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day every step together&lt;br /&gt;We trying getting better&lt;br /&gt;So hold me close to u&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me go so soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So take my name&lt;br /&gt;Take a chance&lt;br /&gt;Call me home&lt;br /&gt;And together we shall dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take my hand&lt;br /&gt;Take my lead&lt;br /&gt;Show me the road&lt;br /&gt;That will bring u back to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7427935479210179589-2098085080059597425?l=tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2098085080059597425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/2009/08/you-in-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427935479210179589/posts/default/2098085080059597425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427935479210179589/posts/default/2098085080059597425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/2009/08/you-in-me.html' title='You in Me'/><author><name>La Cleora Ortiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493151676540735342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/SpQRW2gBR5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/5ti56-Qdh30/S220/rose.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7427935479210179589.post-7090875298882085371</id><published>2009-08-12T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T09:36:22.308-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lifeless &amp; Cold</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/Sv2ZCiI3edI/AAAAAAAAANQ/LJNwBZF5GHE/s1600-h/FrozenMan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/Sv2ZCiI3edI/AAAAAAAAANQ/LJNwBZF5GHE/s400/FrozenMan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403643396717246930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a knock at my door&lt;br /&gt;But no one on the other side&lt;br /&gt;Am I waiting for someone?&lt;br /&gt;I asked myself to be sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting back in the house,&lt;br /&gt;The doors were all close.&lt;br /&gt;Snowy storm was furious and high&lt;br /&gt;The echoing scream weren’t going outside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I beat my head&lt;br /&gt;Several wound on my face&lt;br /&gt;The body is aching with the physical pain&lt;br /&gt;But not enough to remove the emotion stain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drive outside on my car&lt;br /&gt;I crossed a pair of lonely bar&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can stop me by tonight&lt;br /&gt;Not even the red street light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t care whatever happens next&lt;br /&gt;If I live or die in regrets,&lt;br /&gt;I'm so frustrate, so furious and betrayed&lt;br /&gt;I want my soul to be free out of this bodily stage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not trapped in the confessions&lt;br /&gt;He says life has its own value&lt;br /&gt;But I see death a drug to all pain&lt;br /&gt;The pushing time ticking my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s no trust, no one on whom I rely&lt;br /&gt;Life seems black and without the answers&lt;br /&gt;The stage is a question mark,&lt;br /&gt;And there is no spot light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me a reason to live,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna trust I find my faith so rusted&lt;br /&gt;In the darkness cold and moisted&lt;br /&gt;Can you take my hand to light again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait a minute!&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know who you are,&lt;br /&gt;You’re not that medicine not the part I loved,&lt;br /&gt;Now Lifeless is all in me, don’t have another reason to start.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7427935479210179589-7090875298882085371?l=tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7090875298882085371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/2009/08/lifeless-cold.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427935479210179589/posts/default/7090875298882085371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427935479210179589/posts/default/7090875298882085371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/2009/08/lifeless-cold.html' title='Lifeless &amp; Cold'/><author><name>La Cleora Ortiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493151676540735342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/SpQRW2gBR5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/5ti56-Qdh30/S220/rose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/Sv2ZCiI3edI/AAAAAAAAANQ/LJNwBZF5GHE/s72-c/FrozenMan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7427935479210179589.post-1284916049917225893</id><published>2009-08-07T15:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T22:06:33.965-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fatal Survival</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/Sv2ZynCUZKI/AAAAAAAAANo/x951Dsb55Ns/s1600-h/e70b481bf97ef86253688929c332df7e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403644222665680034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/Sv2ZynCUZKI/AAAAAAAAANo/x951Dsb55Ns/s400/e70b481bf97ef86253688929c332df7e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes lot of courage,&lt;br /&gt;to end your life,&lt;br /&gt;a little more,&lt;br /&gt;to even survive.&lt;br /&gt;When silent night shouts on you,&lt;br /&gt;you scream till fatal,&lt;br /&gt;on dancing tunes,&lt;br /&gt;does lightning sky,&lt;br /&gt;shine your life?&lt;br /&gt;or it stuck you sane,&lt;br /&gt;deep inside your mind.&lt;br /&gt;Closed eyes is nothing but crime,&lt;br /&gt;fight for yourself you still have time.&lt;br /&gt;Face off your survival,&lt;br /&gt;challenge it to death,&lt;br /&gt;coz happiness is discovered&lt;br /&gt;after this drowning rain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7427935479210179589-1284916049917225893?l=tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1284916049917225893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/2009/08/fatal-survival.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427935479210179589/posts/default/1284916049917225893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7427935479210179589/posts/default/1284916049917225893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/2009/08/fatal-survival.html' title='Fatal Survival'/><author><name>La Cleora Ortiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493151676540735342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/SpQRW2gBR5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/5ti56-Qdh30/S220/rose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/Sv2ZynCUZKI/AAAAAAAAANo/x951Dsb55Ns/s72-c/e70b481bf97ef86253688929c332df7e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7427935479210179589.post-5748097558164599516</id><published>2009-06-25T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T22:09:12.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Once I die...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/Sv2ZgOshz6I/AAAAAAAAANg/Ao1o_M6Lzn8/s1600-h/That_sinking_feeling____by_Sugarock99.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403643906894188450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/Sv2ZgOshz6I/AAAAAAAAANg/Ao1o_M6Lzn8/s400/That_sinking_feeling____by_Sugarock99.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I die&lt;br /&gt;I don't need to care for anybody's regret or cry&lt;br /&gt;Once I die&lt;br /&gt;the distance fades away between truth and lie&lt;br /&gt;Once I die&lt;br /&gt;am not worried about any kinda try&lt;br /&gt;Once I die&lt;br /&gt;I don't have to turn back how they live their life&lt;br /&gt;Once I die&lt;br /&gt;I wonder they are alone and have shoulder to cry&lt;br /&gt;Once I die&lt;br /&gt;I'll be a dying star of orion still shining light&lt;br /&gt;Once I die&lt;br /&gt;I'll still hold your hand I won't just pass by&lt;br /&gt;Once I die&lt;br /&gt;I'll fade in your memory but always be by your side&lt;br /&gt;Once I die&lt;br /&gt;I don't have to say goodbyes coz I've already died.&lt;br /&gt;Once I die&lt;br /&gt;I'll dissolve in your heart, when you look outside I've already died.&lt;div 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Ortiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493151676540735342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/SpQRW2gBR5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/5ti56-Qdh30/S220/rose.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UqUPyf7hmds/Sv2ZgOshz6I/AAAAAAAAANg/Ao1o_M6Lzn8/s72-c/That_sinking_feeling____by_Sugarock99.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7427935479210179589.post-878506268272906102</id><published>2009-05-10T02:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T21:53:51.058-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You never know...</title><content type='html'>You never know the future,&lt;br /&gt;its full of surprises.&lt;br /&gt;An uncertain commitment, an unsure step,&lt;br /&gt;but still a hope, a light of faith&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; a line of fate&lt;br /&gt;but still you never know.&lt;br /&gt;The cries of pain, the regrets of mistakes,&lt;br /&gt;the answers to absurd questions,&lt;br /&gt;that you never know.&lt;br /&gt;The dark clouds get shred,&lt;br /&gt;the ocean is calm again,&lt;br /&gt;the tough time will pass some day,&lt;br /&gt;but you never know.&lt;br /&gt;The end will be well,&lt;br /&gt;the story will have a happy end,&lt;br /&gt;you'll discover the treasure of solace,&lt;br /&gt;but when, you never know.&lt;br /&gt;So I keep living,&lt;br /&gt;so I do my duty,&lt;br /&gt;so I keep motivating,&lt;br /&gt;'coz you never know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7427935479210179589-878506268272906102?l=tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsofbrokendreams.blogspot.com/feeds/878506268272906102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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