<?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-2122834619256981140</id><updated>2012-02-16T04:51:31.374-08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: petal's masquerade ::</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dead-petals-poetry.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122834619256981140/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dead-petals-poetry.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>::petals::</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tmILn5L1FN4/TnkLIzn2f7I/AAAAAAAAAA4/-rQO_MZ9WmU/s220/255440_126559637424757_100002121633765_208295_512050_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122834619256981140.post-8229313212684666887</id><published>2009-06-16T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T07:02:09.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~ a murderer back ~&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------&lt;br /&gt;as she opened her eyes&lt;br /&gt;those vulnerable lids dusted to flames&lt;br /&gt;insanity once more fed her mind&lt;br /&gt;no longer could she tame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her soul that was torn&lt;br /&gt;torn to pieces into two&lt;br /&gt;into fantasy and&lt;br /&gt;reality so much more to pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anguish burst her veins&lt;br /&gt;melting her skin as poison drip&lt;br /&gt;so deeply, screaming yearning for mercy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no matter her getaway to the realms&lt;br /&gt;her murderer is back with a spear for a hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who's smile she fear&lt;br /&gt;who's laughter she hear&lt;br /&gt;who's laughter's another spear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;engraving its presence&lt;br /&gt;marking that he's back! he's here!&lt;br /&gt;as his laughter engrave deep in her mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's spear cut deep into her spine&lt;br /&gt;paralyzing her escape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;barely alive,&lt;br /&gt;she begged and begged, soaked in tears for "death o' death,&lt;br /&gt;..please take me in for all eternity..."&lt;br /&gt;"for i petals shall serve u in hell,&lt;br /&gt;please take me away from this reality.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now as de murderer close in to her&lt;br /&gt;he sigh and caress her cheeks,&lt;br /&gt;"don't worry my dear, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i will keep u here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very much alive...&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;ending his speech with echoes of his deadly laughter&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/2122834619256981140-8229313212684666887?l=dead-petals-poetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dead-petals-poetry.blogspot.com/feeds/8229313212684666887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2122834619256981140&amp;postID=8229313212684666887' 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type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~ fantasy nightmare ~&lt;br /&gt;-----------------&lt;br /&gt;eternal broke its promise to her dreams&lt;br /&gt;pinches of nightmare crawled all over her fantasies&lt;br /&gt;a sudden vicious swipe of pain bit her deep&lt;br /&gt;so deep into her veins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;electrocuting every single drop of liquid&lt;br /&gt;every single drop of her twisted poisoned veins&lt;br /&gt;yearned for mercy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yelling and yelling insane&lt;br /&gt;violently her body trembled cold&lt;br /&gt;still as ice&lt;br /&gt;yet she still shook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;agonized screams ripped her lungs&lt;br /&gt;invaded into her nightmare&lt;br /&gt;begging and begging her to break away&lt;br /&gt;those electrical vibes&lt;br /&gt;frying her dry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her heart beat out of her chest&lt;br /&gt;pounding so hard she couldn't rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking through the mirror&lt;br /&gt;searching for herself&lt;br /&gt;the cold glass shone a dark figure&lt;br /&gt;just when she looked, the image melt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything's so vivid, so real&lt;br /&gt;or it was her past she sees and feel?&lt;br /&gt;haunting her shadows&lt;br /&gt;stalking her soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dragging her all round&lt;br /&gt;into her dreams&lt;br /&gt;into her world&lt;br /&gt;into the realms of the dead&lt;br /&gt;as the images flashed she hurled and hurled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;confusing reality&lt;br /&gt;confusing her dreams&lt;br /&gt;confusing all fantasies&lt;br /&gt;into a fantasy nightmare&lt;br /&gt;an endless mind twisted dream&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/2122834619256981140-1076680826689219805?l=dead-petals-poetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tmILn5L1FN4/TnkLIzn2f7I/AAAAAAAAAA4/-rQO_MZ9WmU/s220/255440_126559637424757_100002121633765_208295_512050_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122834619256981140.post-6775189019798720617</id><published>2009-03-19T00:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T01:56:10.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~ bitter sweet ~&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;detached from her hands&lt;br /&gt;drifting further and further apart&lt;br /&gt;as her tears trickle black&lt;br /&gt;her emotions screamed her past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suffocating from the last kiss&lt;br /&gt;on the corner of her blood glazed lips&lt;br /&gt;her lungs flamed in grief&lt;br /&gt;as she screams&lt;br /&gt;her screams that shrieks&lt;br /&gt;her screams that rumbles her memories&lt;br /&gt;rocking vigorously&lt;br /&gt;bruises carpet her skin, bleeding&lt;br /&gt;reminiscing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the comfort he once provide scribbled on her skin&lt;br /&gt;the warmth he scar her body with&lt;br /&gt;the renaissance he left lying&lt;br /&gt;his whispers still echoes in her ears, ringing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so sweet yet so bitter&lt;br /&gt;the vault once locked, lying so close&lt;br /&gt;now wide open vacuuming her&lt;br /&gt;trapped, enclosed, cold, lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hysteria injected her veins&lt;br /&gt;"LET ME OUT PLEASE!"&lt;br /&gt;her throat engulfed in flames&lt;br /&gt;"PPLLEEEEEEAAASSEE..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as endless screams echoed&lt;br /&gt;bursting her ears&lt;br /&gt;grasping what she could still hold&lt;br /&gt;whispering in tears&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;please don't leave....&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my love&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tmILn5L1FN4/TnkLIzn2f7I/AAAAAAAAAA4/-rQO_MZ9WmU/s220/255440_126559637424757_100002121633765_208295_512050_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122834619256981140.post-5365615823947664043</id><published>2009-03-17T23:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T01:55:25.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;internal burns stronger then external&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;the profound flame burns&lt;br /&gt;as the melting candles waxed her frail skin&lt;br /&gt;immobilizing her movements&lt;br /&gt;penetrating her veins in too deep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the burning sensation&lt;br /&gt;burning intensely&lt;br /&gt;burning into oblivion&lt;br /&gt;burning for all eternity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her skin turned bright pink&lt;br /&gt;kissing the smooth wax&lt;br /&gt;as she leap not into a dream&lt;br /&gt;but a nightmare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tormenting thoughts invading her soul&lt;br /&gt;intimidating voices stabbing her cold&lt;br /&gt;pounding in her mind&lt;br /&gt;eating her alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;insanity entwined her insides&lt;br /&gt;no longer could she find&lt;br /&gt;the pain that triggers her cries&lt;br /&gt;the pain that opened her eyes to lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tranquil and composed on the surface&lt;br /&gt;battling and bleeding inside&lt;br /&gt;not from the candle wax&lt;br /&gt;but finding herself fighting to see the darkened light&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/2122834619256981140-5365615823947664043?l=dead-petals-poetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tmILn5L1FN4/TnkLIzn2f7I/AAAAAAAAAA4/-rQO_MZ9WmU/s220/255440_126559637424757_100002121633765_208295_512050_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122834619256981140.post-598031675412758075</id><published>2009-02-20T05:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T02:26:02.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~ beautiful facade ~&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;tired snores en cave the chapel&lt;br /&gt;as her thots stole a quiet moment&lt;br /&gt;descending her way frm de chapel&lt;br /&gt;nothing less but disappointment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dried red on her cheeks&lt;br /&gt;illuminated in de moonlight&lt;br /&gt;stabs of spears she sees&lt;br /&gt;blood cries, stained lies&lt;br /&gt;blinded and bound towards such a life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even so, Mr Cellist presence&lt;br /&gt;she doubts his words he swore&lt;br /&gt;her crumbling confidence&lt;br /&gt;detached from human relations once more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she pins her eyelids&lt;br /&gt;opened them once again&lt;br /&gt;thinking deres trust but once more, deceived&lt;br /&gt;dark fluid gushed and stained&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de unbearable torn in her flesh&lt;br /&gt;de unbearable torn on her skin&lt;br /&gt;de unbearable scars she bears&lt;br /&gt;de unbearable scars that inflict&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;physically mentally emotionally&lt;br /&gt;what else has she not feel&lt;br /&gt;while now she swore in de name of Isis&lt;br /&gt;for she will eliminate but not heal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as there isn't a possibility of that no more&lt;br /&gt;eliminating her feelings, emotions&lt;br /&gt;eliminating her laughter, joy&lt;br /&gt;leaving wit a null sensation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'lets all attend this masquerade..'&lt;br /&gt;dead petals said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tmILn5L1FN4/TnkLIzn2f7I/AAAAAAAAAA4/-rQO_MZ9WmU/s220/255440_126559637424757_100002121633765_208295_512050_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122834619256981140.post-6705071041427313619</id><published>2009-02-13T07:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T02:28:57.081-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~ friday the 13th a valentines moonlight ~&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;as she enter de hollow domain&lt;br /&gt;black stained roses greet her entrance&lt;br /&gt;a gentle voice across caressed her face&lt;br /&gt;enslaved to de melody in an instance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though her hart bleed til deres no beat&lt;br /&gt;an instant smile grew on de surface&lt;br /&gt;a short dose of relieve&lt;br /&gt;a short dose of love she taste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an unfamiliar instrument locked her soul&lt;br /&gt;an unfamiliar dream she sleep&lt;br /&gt;not de cello&lt;br /&gt;nor is de figure, Mr Cellist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Azarius.."&lt;br /&gt;his fingers paused as he whispers his name&lt;br /&gt;every full moon he plays&lt;br /&gt;as dead petals wonder whos art lingers these walls&lt;br /&gt;whos art crawls de walls of de chapel's hallways&lt;br /&gt;whos art arose only in de full moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Azarius.."&lt;br /&gt;de artist identity weaved in her brain&lt;br /&gt;" a beautiful piece goes with beautiful name"&lt;br /&gt;as she adores his flowing fingers, his awe and grace&lt;br /&gt;only so rare she found his domain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on de full moon of friday de 13th&lt;br /&gt;de eve of valentine's evening&lt;br /&gt;where she found an artist play&lt;br /&gt;where she sat and leapt into a fresh dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dedicated to Azarius.&lt;br /&gt;Thank You love, for the beautiful evening.&lt;/span&gt;&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/2122834619256981140-6705071041427313619?l=dead-petals-poetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dead-petals-poetry.blogspot.com/feeds/6705071041427313619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2122834619256981140&amp;postID=6705071041427313619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122834619256981140/posts/default/6705071041427313619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122834619256981140/posts/default/6705071041427313619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dead-petals-poetry.blogspot.com/2009/02/friday-13th-valentines-moonlight-as-she.html' title=''/><author><name>::petals::</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tmILn5L1FN4/TnkLIzn2f7I/AAAAAAAAAA4/-rQO_MZ9WmU/s220/255440_126559637424757_100002121633765_208295_512050_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122834619256981140.post-3049856481513998750</id><published>2008-12-25T06:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T02:31:28.269-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; ~. midnight masquerade love .~&lt;br /&gt;                         --------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;"oh! Mr. Cellist the night is beautiful, what awe swallowing reality"&lt;br /&gt;"yes my love, our fellow mates are waiting"&lt;br /&gt;"shall then we return to the chapel i'm sure you are thirsty"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the pale shade of a full moon hangs high&lt;br /&gt;representing the perfect moment&lt;br /&gt;the perfect moment, for another glorious mass murder tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;celebrating blood with never ending dancing&lt;br /&gt;draining all red into their fountains they drink&lt;br /&gt;as their victims fall into pits of flaming misery&lt;br /&gt;as they watch them plead for mercy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what joyous occasion&lt;br /&gt;what bloody scene&lt;br /&gt;which pleases their evening&lt;br /&gt;which pleases their great blood filled queen&lt;br /&gt;de melody feeds their mind like ecstasy&lt;br /&gt;de moonlight tt beholds what they seek&lt;br /&gt;de red tt devour their thirst, feeling de sweet candy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as de lovers locked their hands once more&lt;br /&gt;"can i have this dance, my beloved rose"&lt;br /&gt;what grace as they vow their love wit every step&lt;br /&gt;bind wit beautiful bond without any flaw, without any mistakes&lt;br /&gt;synchronizing their love wit blood and dance&lt;br /&gt;a perfect blend&lt;br /&gt;alike de lovers, what beauty they present&lt;br /&gt;de midnite masquerade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeding their flair of blood&lt;br /&gt;filling each others dead beating hart&lt;br /&gt;wit endless kisses of mutual trust and great lust&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/2122834619256981140-3049856481513998750?l=dead-petals-poetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dead-petals-poetry.blogspot.com/feeds/3049856481513998750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tmILn5L1FN4/TnkLIzn2f7I/AAAAAAAAAA4/-rQO_MZ9WmU/s220/255440_126559637424757_100002121633765_208295_512050_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122834619256981140.post-2691165948085195090</id><published>2008-12-24T08:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T02:34:33.494-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~ hunters' night ~&lt;br /&gt;-----------&lt;br /&gt;starring into the dead end space&lt;br /&gt;where her poor innocent victim awaits&lt;br /&gt;that sweet burning aurora caress her cheeks&lt;br /&gt;that scent spreading like a disease&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her mind swirling once more&lt;br /&gt;rolling her eyes de wind that blew bliss&lt;br /&gt;dragging her lifeless soul&lt;br /&gt;drawing nearer and nearer&lt;br /&gt;"what a pity,"&lt;br /&gt;as her cold whisper rot her victim's ears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;turning all black and grey&lt;br /&gt;as she begun child's play&lt;br /&gt;piercing his sockets with her pointed fingers&lt;br /&gt;abstracting his bloody eyes&lt;br /&gt;as he screamed with such remorse, such pain&lt;br /&gt;his screams that locked his filthy lies&lt;br /&gt;as she stared hard into his face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laughing and smiling to herself&lt;br /&gt;what a satisfying play&lt;br /&gt;stabbing, twisting, slicing and slashing&lt;br /&gt;blood painted her pale lips bright red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his blood so exquisite&lt;br /&gt;tasted so lovely&lt;br /&gt;so thick&lt;br /&gt;so rich&lt;br /&gt;as she cherished every single drip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watching his miseries&lt;br /&gt;turning into a silent dream&lt;br /&gt;"rest in peace.."&lt;br /&gt;imprinting in his mind before he dies&lt;br /&gt;her last words haunted him&lt;br /&gt;as his life &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bid goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2122834619256981140-2691165948085195090?l=dead-petals-poetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dead-petals-poetry.blogspot.com/feeds/2691165948085195090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2122834619256981140&amp;postID=2691165948085195090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122834619256981140/posts/default/2691165948085195090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122834619256981140/posts/default/2691165948085195090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dead-petals-poetry.blogspot.com/2008/12/hunters-night-starring-into-dead-end.html' title=''/><author><name>::petals::</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tmILn5L1FN4/TnkLIzn2f7I/AAAAAAAAAA4/-rQO_MZ9WmU/s220/255440_126559637424757_100002121633765_208295_512050_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122834619256981140.post-1521521714598760934</id><published>2008-11-28T08:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T02:36:57.525-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~ blood for celebration ~&lt;br /&gt;-------------&lt;br /&gt;swirling on de rotten dance floor&lt;br /&gt;as blood pours from their victims' body&lt;br /&gt;and all screams for "MORE!"&lt;br /&gt;shall all dance tonite sinkin to de melody&lt;br /&gt;all screams "tonite, we drink frm de lord! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a sinister scent arises de atmosphere for celebration&lt;br /&gt;celebrating de return of de queen of de damn&lt;br /&gt;as she witness de awakenin of de great abomination&lt;br /&gt;de deadly crowd went insane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dancin in awe&lt;br /&gt;screamin in vain&lt;br /&gt;watchin victims fall&lt;br /&gt;victims beg for mercy in pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de queen of de damn was insanely satisfied&lt;br /&gt;insanely craving for more dead&lt;br /&gt;"de moon hangs high tonite"&lt;br /&gt;"we shall feast frm de lord's blood by midnite!"&lt;br /&gt;announced de great queen&lt;br /&gt;as they return to their endless dance enslaved to de melody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awaiting de hour to fufil their craving&lt;br /&gt;tho that desire for blood taste bitter&lt;br /&gt;yet locking her hands in his&lt;br /&gt;soothed her flaming throat, whisperin to his ear&lt;br /&gt;"kiss me my dear"&lt;br /&gt;gently touchin her blood glazed lips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"de nite belongs to all and especially to u my love"&lt;br /&gt;"shall we sing and dance till midnite we feast!"&lt;br /&gt;as tonite de queen lifted that twisted curse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall all celebrate de queens return&lt;br /&gt;and commemorate a new born enterin de chapel&lt;br /&gt;name dead petals&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/2122834619256981140-1521521714598760934?l=dead-petals-poetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dead-petals-poetry.blogspot.com/feeds/1521521714598760934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2122834619256981140&amp;postID=1521521714598760934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122834619256981140/posts/default/1521521714598760934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122834619256981140/posts/default/1521521714598760934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dead-petals-poetry.blogspot.com/2008/11/blood-for-celebration-swirling-on-de.html' title=''/><author><name>::petals::</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tmILn5L1FN4/TnkLIzn2f7I/AAAAAAAAAA4/-rQO_MZ9WmU/s220/255440_126559637424757_100002121633765_208295_512050_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122834619256981140.post-3786021004044381721</id><published>2008-11-25T04:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T02:39:21.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~ chapel of de dead ~&lt;br /&gt;-------------&lt;br /&gt;roamin within de realms&lt;br /&gt;strollin closer ta hell&lt;br /&gt;as she sings and laughed and skip and dance!&lt;br /&gt;echoing her voice deep dwn every well&lt;br /&gt;in search for her coffin and de chapel of dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awakenin chaos; so as rising souls sneak out&lt;br /&gt;as she walks dwn de alley, a voice accompanied&lt;br /&gt;"deres nth to be afraid"&lt;br /&gt;de icy breeze caressin her skin&lt;br /&gt;as de mist escort her to her resting place&lt;br /&gt;"where is Mr. Cellist?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;surfacing to her eyes, a chapel&lt;br /&gt;de wonder in her eyes sealed her lips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"its called de chapel of de dead"&lt;br /&gt;"where coffins are laid"&lt;br /&gt;"where coffins are our beds"&lt;br /&gt;"where we dance til de sun awakes"&lt;br /&gt;"where dance parties never ends"&lt;br /&gt;"so welcome young one to our clan,"&lt;br /&gt;"ur coffin awaits"&lt;br /&gt;whispering to her ears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anitcipated wit anxiety&lt;br /&gt;her hart pumped more poison in her veins&lt;br /&gt;turinin her all pale yet no pain&lt;br /&gt;de mist turned into a masked man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"may i hav this dance"&lt;br /&gt;he bows and offered his hand&lt;br /&gt;"de pleasure is mine"&lt;br /&gt;she replied&lt;br /&gt;stepping towards de entrance&lt;br /&gt;"de moon hangs high tonite"&lt;br /&gt;he announced in grace&lt;br /&gt;as de heavy melody plays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a dancing masquerade welcome them&lt;br /&gt;"shall we dance to our harts content darling"&lt;br /&gt;"shall we dance till de sun awake"&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/2122834619256981140-3786021004044381721?l=dead-petals-poetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tmILn5L1FN4/TnkLIzn2f7I/AAAAAAAAAA4/-rQO_MZ9WmU/s220/255440_126559637424757_100002121633765_208295_512050_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122834619256981140.post-6852017272755479436</id><published>2008-11-22T21:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T02:42:49.229-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~ war of misty realms ~&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;her life once lovely&lt;br /&gt;so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;once ever so sweet&lt;br /&gt;now ruined&lt;br /&gt;as war scribbled its history&lt;br /&gt;locking memories together with her sins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;screams of sorrow echoed frm de aftermath&lt;br /&gt;swirling reality into a nitemare&lt;br /&gt;insanity stole her memories&lt;br /&gt;replaced wit a deep grudge for revenge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her veins no longer blood&lt;br /&gt;but poison runs her veins&lt;br /&gt;as she sips silently&lt;br /&gt;sunken in her blood she shed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;souls of lying corpse rise from their coffins&lt;br /&gt;inviting her into de misty realms of fantasy dead&lt;br /&gt;longing for her cellists&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but death o'death!&lt;br /&gt;so appealing, so seductive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;darkness wrapped itself around her&lt;br /&gt;spellbinding her to grief&lt;br /&gt;feeding her thots&lt;br /&gt;poisonin her beliefs&lt;br /&gt;taking her soul to beyond&lt;br /&gt;sacrificing to misery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as she slowly cradle herself&lt;br /&gt;closer and closer to the open sea&lt;br /&gt;where peace lies within&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bloody waves crash up upon shores&lt;br /&gt;as de thick red liquid&lt;br /&gt;drowned her to her ease&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/2122834619256981140-6852017272755479436?l=dead-petals-poetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dead-petals-poetry.blogspot.com/feeds/6852017272755479436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2122834619256981140&amp;postID=6852017272755479436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122834619256981140/posts/default/6852017272755479436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122834619256981140/posts/default/6852017272755479436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dead-petals-poetry.blogspot.com/2008/11/war-of-misty-realms-her-life-once.html' title=''/><author><name>::petals::</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tmILn5L1FN4/TnkLIzn2f7I/AAAAAAAAAA4/-rQO_MZ9WmU/s220/255440_126559637424757_100002121633765_208295_512050_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122834619256981140.post-3274336723703226138</id><published>2008-10-15T05:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T02:47:44.522-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~ vague ~&lt;br /&gt;----------------------&lt;br /&gt;winter fell and de blisterin cold bit her skin&lt;br /&gt;strollin along de same beach&lt;br /&gt;awaiting for everynight's moonlight&lt;br /&gt;awaiting every single evening&lt;br /&gt;where she opens her eyes and dream&lt;br /&gt;fallin back to her fantasies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'i never wanna be awake'&lt;br /&gt;as she waits for her cellist&lt;br /&gt;waiting in de winter flakes&lt;br /&gt;as he landed blowin her de sweetest kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heavy melody echoes&lt;br /&gt;swinging his instrument&lt;br /&gt;her heart once hollow&lt;br /&gt;now filled wit ease&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;swirling..&lt;br /&gt;dancing..&lt;br /&gt;singing..&lt;br /&gt;bleeding..&lt;br /&gt;"snap!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a flicker of reality slaps her face&lt;br /&gt;realising all dreams were fake&lt;br /&gt;not one bit of ease&lt;br /&gt;not one drop of gin&lt;br /&gt;de bottle was all empty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dusk broke&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Cellist left her dreams&lt;br /&gt;lifting herself&lt;br /&gt;sighing in grief&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walking into de realms of de dead&lt;br /&gt;hiding frm de sunlight&lt;br /&gt;hiding for reality&lt;br /&gt;becoming one with de dead&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/2122834619256981140-3274336723703226138?l=dead-petals-poetry.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tmILn5L1FN4/TnkLIzn2f7I/AAAAAAAAAA4/-rQO_MZ9WmU/s220/255440_126559637424757_100002121633765_208295_512050_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122834619256981140.post-4757108558671232358</id><published>2008-10-12T00:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T02:51:37.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~ endless sins ~&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;reality slapped her face like water&lt;br /&gt;but she was never sober&lt;br /&gt;locked away in her vault&lt;br /&gt;creating more havoc and trouble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never could she spare a thot for herself&lt;br /&gt;as every once she did&lt;br /&gt;she always lost something&lt;br /&gt;so precious indeed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now she lost a friend so dear&lt;br /&gt;into the clutches of her sins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never could she understand his movements&lt;br /&gt;as he kept a wide distance&lt;br /&gt;she tried and tried ta close de gap&lt;br /&gt;was it her childish thoughts that pull her back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"grow up child, or you'll loose everything."&lt;br /&gt;said the great ones above&lt;br /&gt;will there be a second try?&lt;br /&gt;she ponders and drained her sockets dry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wonders on and on&lt;br /&gt;what has she really done so wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"let me make it up ta u"&lt;br /&gt;she bends ta her knees&lt;br /&gt;and begs to be forgive&lt;br /&gt;but all ignores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;has she done so many uncountable sins?&lt;br /&gt;shutting the door of another fantasy&lt;br /&gt;as she continues these endless nightmares&lt;br /&gt;these endless sins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*written and dedicated to MR. D.J&lt;br /&gt;P.S: I'm truly sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/2122834619256981140-4757108558671232358?l=dead-petals-poetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dead-petals-poetry.blogspot.com/feeds/4757108558671232358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2122834619256981140&amp;postID=4757108558671232358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122834619256981140/posts/default/4757108558671232358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122834619256981140/posts/default/4757108558671232358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dead-petals-poetry.blogspot.com/2008/10/endless-sins-reality-slapped-her-face.html' title=''/><author><name>::petals::</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tmILn5L1FN4/TnkLIzn2f7I/AAAAAAAAAA4/-rQO_MZ9WmU/s220/255440_126559637424757_100002121633765_208295_512050_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122834619256981140.post-5468358377234869913</id><published>2008-08-01T00:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T03:01:38.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;~ the blazing wind ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;strolling along the beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as her shivering spine broke and seized her journey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;snapped back to reality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;facing the solitary breeze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she lay on the shores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;feeling so weak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;locked in her vault&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;even though she lay near the open sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what could the open ocean do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when she's so lil' so meek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unseen fingers hold her close&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she couldn't move&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nor could she see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even though freedom awaits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;standing together with her cellist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pitch black crept her day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;blocking all views of her lovely cellist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is no light, nor is there gay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;slowly kissing goodbye to her beloved fantasy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;struggling to free her dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;her frozen tears carpet her cheeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erasing her smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;erasing her feelings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;left in the blistering wind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;erasing all her bliss&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/2122834619256981140-5468358377234869913?l=dead-petals-poetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dead-petals-poetry.blogspot.com/feeds/5468358377234869913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2122834619256981140&amp;postID=5468358377234869913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122834619256981140/posts/default/5468358377234869913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122834619256981140/posts/default/5468358377234869913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dead-petals-poetry.blogspot.com/2008/08/blazing-wind-strolling-along-beach-as.html' title=''/><author><name>::petals::</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tmILn5L1FN4/TnkLIzn2f7I/AAAAAAAAAA4/-rQO_MZ9WmU/s220/255440_126559637424757_100002121633765_208295_512050_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122834619256981140.post-5832845023496903222</id><published>2008-06-26T00:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T02:57:04.889-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~ Insomnia ~&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;"aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh!!"&lt;br /&gt;the piercing screams&lt;br /&gt;the cold murmurings&lt;br /&gt;was stealing every moment she had with her cellists&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who's been so sweet&lt;br /&gt;so lovely&lt;br /&gt;so loving&lt;br /&gt;separated frm her dreams&lt;br /&gt;from her fantasy&lt;br /&gt;from him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shoving back to solitary&lt;br /&gt;to misery&lt;br /&gt;to her memories&lt;br /&gt;to reality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slicing into her so deep.&lt;br /&gt;awaken&lt;br /&gt;so shaken&lt;br /&gt;fallen all of a sudden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bruising every surface of her skin&lt;br /&gt;breaking every fragile bone&lt;br /&gt;awaken, still searching&lt;br /&gt;then again, she realised he was gone&lt;br /&gt;never again could she go back to her sleep&lt;br /&gt;to her dreams&lt;br /&gt;to dancing tgt in de wind&lt;br /&gt;with him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every single night&lt;br /&gt;she tears beside her moonlight&lt;br /&gt;praying she could return&lt;br /&gt;return to her cellist's arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right by his side&lt;br /&gt;right beside his cello&lt;br /&gt;right before her favourite tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling so cold&lt;br /&gt;never could she return to her beautiful dream..&lt;br /&gt;ever again..&lt;br /&gt;bidding goodbye...&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/2122834619256981140-5832845023496903222?l=dead-petals-poetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dead-petals-poetry.blogspot.com/feeds/5832845023496903222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2122834619256981140&amp;postID=5832845023496903222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122834619256981140/posts/default/5832845023496903222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122834619256981140/posts/default/5832845023496903222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dead-petals-poetry.blogspot.com/2008/06/insomnia-aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>::petals::</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tmILn5L1FN4/TnkLIzn2f7I/AAAAAAAAAA4/-rQO_MZ9WmU/s220/255440_126559637424757_100002121633765_208295_512050_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122834619256981140.post-1322017276656334266</id><published>2008-06-12T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T02:59:00.824-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~ voice of the cellist ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;thunderous waves crashed against the shores&lt;br /&gt;receiving sighs from salty breeze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the echoes called&lt;br /&gt;" dance along with me.."&lt;br /&gt;"please don't cry anymore"&lt;br /&gt;"please let me calm you with a kiss"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those emotional words&lt;br /&gt;these condemned memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"let me carry you away with the winds"&lt;br /&gt;she leap into another beautiful dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shutting her eyes&lt;br /&gt;the comfort she once felt&lt;br /&gt;was swirling in her mind&lt;br /&gt;there slowly she melts&lt;br /&gt;freed from her cell&lt;br /&gt;seated beside her favourite tree&lt;br /&gt;swinging and singing in the wind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;infront of the dark sea&lt;br /&gt;the ocean's breeze sing&lt;br /&gt;with her eyes shut she could finally see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the wonders of her dream&lt;br /&gt;she has always wished&lt;br /&gt;leaping of the swing&lt;br /&gt;she starting dancing with her dearest cello&lt;br /&gt;giving kisses to her loveliest cellist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"is it possible for this to last"&lt;br /&gt;"forever together with you"&lt;br /&gt;she asked...&lt;br /&gt;"the answer lies within you my dear"&lt;br /&gt;silently she continued her dance&lt;br /&gt;locking her fears&lt;br /&gt;into her vault so far&lt;br /&gt;yet so close to her 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/2122834619256981140-1322017276656334266?l=dead-petals-poetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dead-petals-poetry.blogspot.com/feeds/1322017276656334266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2122834619256981140&amp;postID=1322017276656334266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122834619256981140/posts/default/1322017276656334266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122834619256981140/posts/default/1322017276656334266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dead-petals-poetry.blogspot.com/2008/06/voice-of-cellist-thunderous-waves.html' title=''/><author><name>::petals::</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tmILn5L1FN4/TnkLIzn2f7I/AAAAAAAAAA4/-rQO_MZ9WmU/s220/255440_126559637424757_100002121633765_208295_512050_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122834619256981140.post-4052523323376285597</id><published>2008-06-11T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T09:04:41.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~ false hopes ~&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;purple, red then all black&lt;br /&gt;splotches of her thoughts flashed&lt;br /&gt;everything spun into an endless dream&lt;br /&gt;death glared furiously against the ceiling&lt;br /&gt;awaiting to receive more cursing&lt;br /&gt;but begging for more blessings&lt;br /&gt;falling into the bottomless pit flaming with anguish&lt;br /&gt;wishing she could flinch&lt;br /&gt;flinch away from the horror in front of her eyes&lt;br /&gt;every night she cries&lt;br /&gt;in the middle of the moonless night&lt;br /&gt;as she prayed to the skies&lt;br /&gt;wishing she could just die&lt;br /&gt;fading together into forgetting memories&lt;br /&gt;fading together into oblivion&lt;br /&gt;into the blistering wind&lt;br /&gt;screams pierced and rip her beautiful world&lt;br /&gt;into tiny fragile crisps&lt;br /&gt;into a tiny ball she curled&lt;br /&gt;grasp and suffocated by unseen fingers&lt;br /&gt;she was fallen from her melodious dance&lt;br /&gt;broken, fallen, withered&lt;br /&gt;her sharp screams breaking the glasses of her dream&lt;br /&gt;choking and dying for air to breath&lt;br /&gt;will there be any left to ease&lt;br /&gt;her cursed and battered soul&lt;br /&gt;will there be a peaceful dream&lt;br /&gt;will there be someone she could grab hold&lt;br /&gt;shattered..still she wants to hope&lt;br /&gt;something that is never there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but she hopes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2122834619256981140-4052523323376285597?l=dead-petals-poetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dead-petals-poetry.blogspot.com/feeds/4052523323376285597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2122834619256981140&amp;postID=4052523323376285597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122834619256981140/posts/default/4052523323376285597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122834619256981140/posts/default/4052523323376285597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dead-petals-poetry.blogspot.com/2008/06/false-hopes-purple-red-then-all-black.html' title=''/><author><name>::petals::</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tmILn5L1FN4/TnkLIzn2f7I/AAAAAAAAAA4/-rQO_MZ9WmU/s220/255440_126559637424757_100002121633765_208295_512050_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122834619256981140.post-6311378940078358474</id><published>2008-06-03T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T06:52:12.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~ so vulnerable, breakable ~&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;for what there is to live&lt;br /&gt;while she lingered along the streets&lt;br /&gt;of her broken memories and dreams&lt;br /&gt;of her very well condemned demented past&lt;br /&gt;burning intensely against her skin&lt;br /&gt;the world was turning into a complete rust&lt;br /&gt;the blazing pain in the piercing breeze&lt;br /&gt;shuddering her fragile body&lt;br /&gt;everything she touched wilt and withered to pieces&lt;br /&gt;flaming her wounds into an endless nightmare&lt;br /&gt;jeopardizing her senses &lt;br /&gt;as nothing could seize her screams&lt;br /&gt;and make her night come to an ease&lt;br /&gt;she was so vulnerable&lt;br /&gt;so breakable&lt;br /&gt;but why was she never lovable&lt;br /&gt;abandoned,&lt;br /&gt;banished,&lt;br /&gt;and shun away&lt;br /&gt;a living outcast&lt;br /&gt;every minute of her life was always a solitary moment&lt;br /&gt;she was turned into sprinkles of dust&lt;br /&gt;hoping and desiring for a moment of an enlightenment&lt;br /&gt;as she danced in her fantasy that never lasts&lt;br /&gt;her wings&lt;br /&gt;broken,&lt;br /&gt; stripped of her back&lt;br /&gt;bleeding profusely another scar written on her&lt;br /&gt;wondering when will she crack&lt;br /&gt;when her limits are stretchable&lt;br /&gt;yet again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very vulnerable..&lt;br /&gt;so breakable...&lt;br /&gt;&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/2122834619256981140-6311378940078358474?l=dead-petals-poetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dead-petals-poetry.blogspot.com/feeds/6311378940078358474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2122834619256981140&amp;postID=6311378940078358474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122834619256981140/posts/default/6311378940078358474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122834619256981140/posts/default/6311378940078358474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dead-petals-poetry.blogspot.com/2008/06/so-vulnerable-breakable-for-what-there.html' title=''/><author><name>::petals::</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tmILn5L1FN4/TnkLIzn2f7I/AAAAAAAAAA4/-rQO_MZ9WmU/s220/255440_126559637424757_100002121633765_208295_512050_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122834619256981140.post-7653738324552546861</id><published>2008-05-20T00:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T09:47:13.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~ very tears of desire ~&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;silently bursting into the oceans&lt;br /&gt;all de constellations piercing deeply her black pearl eyes&lt;br /&gt;deploring despising her emotions&lt;br /&gt;shall it be she danced along&lt;br /&gt;in the quiet evening of autumn&lt;br /&gt;a desire for love&lt;br /&gt;a desire for warmth&lt;br /&gt;the warmth of hope&lt;br /&gt;all very well shining on her again&lt;br /&gt;forgetin her memories of pain&lt;br /&gt;her scars slowly disappearing into sprinkles of dust&lt;br /&gt;dancing to all her will till her anger drained&lt;br /&gt;stealing every quiet moment twisting into lust&lt;br /&gt;wait! she says&lt;br /&gt;staring in the reflection of the ocean&lt;br /&gt;staring with bewilderment&lt;br /&gt;loosing her balance of life that burns&lt;br /&gt;falling upon her will&lt;br /&gt;'am i goin ta loose faith in hope again'&lt;br /&gt;but..then again&lt;br /&gt;as long as she dances along with stars&lt;br /&gt;collaborating with her partner..&lt;br /&gt;the hanging moon her spotlight..&lt;br /&gt;guessing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'im gon be alright'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2122834619256981140-7653738324552546861?l=dead-petals-poetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dead-petals-poetry.blogspot.com/feeds/7653738324552546861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2122834619256981140&amp;postID=7653738324552546861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122834619256981140/posts/default/7653738324552546861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122834619256981140/posts/default/7653738324552546861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dead-petals-poetry.blogspot.com/2008/05/de-very-tears-of-desire-silently.html' title=''/><author><name>::petals::</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tmILn5L1FN4/TnkLIzn2f7I/AAAAAAAAAA4/-rQO_MZ9WmU/s220/255440_126559637424757_100002121633765_208295_512050_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122834619256981140.post-651965459429653572</id><published>2008-05-02T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T06:53:20.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;* THE CELLO *&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;the hollow melody of the cello&lt;br /&gt;caving in the walls&lt;br /&gt;addicting the mind, body, soul&lt;br /&gt;celebratin with the melody dancing to her fall&lt;br /&gt;her poisoned blood cursed us all&lt;br /&gt;shall it be the moment u become the pawn&lt;br /&gt;her red eyes stares with vain, anger, pain&lt;br /&gt;slitting her throat shall it be u ta taste&lt;br /&gt;the enriching blood bursting through her dark blue veins&lt;br /&gt;together with the cello playing&lt;br /&gt;synchronisin each and evry step&lt;br /&gt;dancing her way to her revenge&lt;br /&gt;plotting her every move&lt;br /&gt;ensuring no mistakes are taken&lt;br /&gt;as she falls she swears to pull us all&lt;br /&gt;the ones who caused her misery, sorrow, pain&lt;br /&gt;making her go bongus, insane&lt;br /&gt;adrenaline rush down the crisp of her thin breakable spine&lt;br /&gt;the heavy melody playing forever in her mind&lt;br /&gt;the energy source of her undying eyes&lt;br /&gt;so remorseful,&lt;br /&gt;so solemn,&lt;br /&gt;so sinful ,&lt;br /&gt;so beautiful as the music carries on&lt;br /&gt;singing its melody with so much anger&lt;br /&gt;yet so graceful&lt;br /&gt;yet so deadly&lt;br /&gt;ending everytink as promised with&lt;br /&gt;a silent tear drop&lt;br /&gt;and a smirk at the corner of her smile &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2122834619256981140-651965459429653572?l=dead-petals-poetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dead-petals-poetry.blogspot.com/feeds/651965459429653572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2122834619256981140&amp;postID=651965459429653572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122834619256981140/posts/default/651965459429653572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122834619256981140/posts/default/651965459429653572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dead-petals-poetry.blogspot.com/2008/05/cello-hollow-melody-of-cello-caving-in.html' title=''/><author><name>::petals::</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tmILn5L1FN4/TnkLIzn2f7I/AAAAAAAAAA4/-rQO_MZ9WmU/s220/255440_126559637424757_100002121633765_208295_512050_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122834619256981140.post-5691328267721154166</id><published>2008-04-12T22:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T09:45:10.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~ Anguish ~&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;suffocating tears of misery&lt;br /&gt;all the very of her demented past&lt;br /&gt;columns of flaming pain&lt;br /&gt;deepening wounds&lt;br /&gt;slicing into fear driving insane&lt;br /&gt;bitter kisses, rotting love&lt;br /&gt;choking vengeance&lt;br /&gt;bloody revenge&lt;br /&gt;eliminating all emotions&lt;br /&gt;drowning senses&lt;br /&gt;leaving all emotionless&lt;br /&gt;blood left dripping dry&lt;br /&gt;hopes and dreams playing her mind&lt;br /&gt;draining all possibilities&lt;br /&gt;"shall u watch me die.."&lt;br /&gt;death a desire&lt;br /&gt;a way to ease her agonized world&lt;br /&gt;where silence of the dead is heard&lt;br /&gt;where death is a way of comfort&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/2122834619256981140-5691328267721154166?l=dead-petals-poetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dead-petals-poetry.blogspot.com/feeds/5691328267721154166/comments/default' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tmILn5L1FN4/TnkLIzn2f7I/AAAAAAAAAA4/-rQO_MZ9WmU/s220/255440_126559637424757_100002121633765_208295_512050_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122834619256981140.post-5962149476697557524</id><published>2007-11-29T07:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T06:54:16.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~ graveyard tribute ~&lt;br /&gt;-------------------&lt;br /&gt;surrounded wit corpse&lt;br /&gt;walkin thru de nite&lt;br /&gt;she knew its her fault&lt;br /&gt;dat they're lying dere dead not alive&lt;br /&gt;ridin beside de graves&lt;br /&gt;its a blissful place&lt;br /&gt;closin her eyes she made a wish&lt;br /&gt;wishin she could&lt;br /&gt;lie wit these bodies&lt;br /&gt;so dat she could repay her sins&lt;br /&gt;of those dead as she made em sink&lt;br /&gt;so sorry she felt&lt;br /&gt;she screams and yell&lt;br /&gt;yet no voice no sound came out&lt;br /&gt;guilty as she felt&lt;br /&gt;she knew its true&lt;br /&gt;her death would bring peace&lt;br /&gt;and cover all her sins&lt;br /&gt;vengence would be taken&lt;br /&gt;nth will ever be mistaken&lt;br /&gt;her absence is important&lt;br /&gt;to evryone so plaese be patient&lt;br /&gt;she'll leave once her time has come&lt;br /&gt;it wont be too long&lt;br /&gt;as she wave her last goodbye to noone&lt;br /&gt;and bids..."so long..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2122834619256981140-5962149476697557524?l=dead-petals-poetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dead-petals-poetry.blogspot.com/feeds/5962149476697557524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2122834619256981140&amp;postID=5962149476697557524' 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style="text-align: center;"&gt;~ de meek silent girl ~&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;de weakness in her eyes&lt;br /&gt;she falls and cries evrynite&lt;br /&gt;she hides and hides&lt;br /&gt;showin somehow a brave side&lt;br /&gt;pushin her fears deeper and deeper inside&lt;br /&gt;each time she sits beside de moonlight&lt;br /&gt;darker and darker&lt;br /&gt;accumulatin her scars and tears of her lover&lt;br /&gt;pushin pushin..addin addin&lt;br /&gt;shes dyin and dyin&lt;br /&gt;and cryin and cryin&lt;br /&gt;and pleadin and pleadin&lt;br /&gt;and bleedin and bleedin&lt;br /&gt;wad shall it be onli u could see&lt;br /&gt;de weakness...de tears..&lt;br /&gt;de meek lil girl tryna get free&lt;br /&gt;tryna let go her fears&lt;br /&gt;but still she hides holds close to her hart&lt;br /&gt;wishin to be apart&lt;br /&gt;holdin on as tight as she could&lt;br /&gt;still puttin on de brave side as she would&lt;br /&gt;afraid to be seen as a meek lil girl&lt;br /&gt;sobbing quietly in de corner&lt;br /&gt;waiting to be wasted away&lt;br /&gt;day by day&lt;br /&gt;she shall wait&lt;br /&gt;for death to be awake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2122834619256981140-2341065917632032814?l=dead-petals-poetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dead-petals-poetry.blogspot.com/feeds/2341065917632032814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2122834619256981140&amp;postID=2341065917632032814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122834619256981140/posts/default/2341065917632032814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122834619256981140/posts/default/2341065917632032814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dead-petals-poetry.blogspot.com/2007/11/de-meek-silent-girl.html' title=''/><author><name>::petals::</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tmILn5L1FN4/TnkLIzn2f7I/AAAAAAAAAA4/-rQO_MZ9WmU/s220/255440_126559637424757_100002121633765_208295_512050_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122834619256981140.post-4877321904466788508</id><published>2007-11-29T07:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T06:54:45.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~ go ahead make my day ~&lt;br /&gt;------------------------&lt;br /&gt;de moonless nite hang high in de dark&lt;br /&gt;leaving all hopes hangin frm sparks&lt;br /&gt;her eyeballs fall when she sees&lt;br /&gt;de light shining so bright all blinding&lt;br /&gt;cos life shoved her far too long away frm de light&lt;br /&gt;leaving all her hopes lost desolved during de fight&lt;br /&gt;now she's lost&lt;br /&gt;shes so gone&lt;br /&gt;cos shes so scared&lt;br /&gt;to open her hart&lt;br /&gt;so closed up all so sad&lt;br /&gt;wishin she could depart&lt;br /&gt;opened veins&lt;br /&gt;blood gushin&lt;br /&gt;all pitch black all so dark&lt;br /&gt;shes so scared so afraid&lt;br /&gt;of de tolerance of de tension&lt;br /&gt;de tolerance of her desolation&lt;br /&gt;disappearin into oblivion&lt;br /&gt;which all meant her salvation&lt;br /&gt;shall it be her day&lt;br /&gt;or wadeva u may say&lt;br /&gt;death call its de way&lt;br /&gt;of how she say "go ahead make my day.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2122834619256981140-4877321904466788508?l=dead-petals-poetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tmILn5L1FN4/TnkLIzn2f7I/AAAAAAAAAA4/-rQO_MZ9WmU/s220/255440_126559637424757_100002121633765_208295_512050_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122834619256981140.post-8671983672918564181</id><published>2007-11-28T00:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T06:55:16.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~ silent tears ~&lt;br /&gt;----------------------&lt;br /&gt;secretly hiding..quietly holding&lt;br /&gt;silently suffering beneath de veil she held&lt;br /&gt;seconds minutes hours days..&lt;br /&gt;shes sinkin fast day by day&lt;br /&gt;desolvin in streams of tears&lt;br /&gt;together her grief she flows and flows&lt;br /&gt;accumulattin her fears&lt;br /&gt;heavily sinkin tgt all her grief,memory,tears she hold&lt;br /&gt;burnin scars..deepenin her soul&lt;br /&gt;yet still she stands&lt;br /&gt;smiling laughing jumping whining&lt;br /&gt;dats wad de veil says ouside&lt;br /&gt;yet silently shes dying..silently shes fadin&lt;br /&gt;someone grab her pls b4 she fly&lt;br /&gt;but will dere be a someone&lt;br /&gt;oh yes deres no one&lt;br /&gt;alone in de cold..waiting for her time to come&lt;br /&gt;when will it be&lt;br /&gt;she pleads and pleads&lt;br /&gt;dun mind me pls juz stab her&lt;br /&gt;and let her die...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2122834619256981140-8671983672918564181?l=dead-petals-poetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dead-petals-poetry.blogspot.com/feeds/8671983672918564181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2122834619256981140&amp;postID=8671983672918564181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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absence ~&lt;br /&gt;---------------------&lt;br /&gt;blood drips down her eyes&lt;br /&gt;shes goin blind wit those lies&lt;br /&gt;wearin a mask outside&lt;br /&gt;bloody and painful inside&lt;br /&gt;fading away frm her drips of blood&lt;br /&gt;so many times so cut&lt;br /&gt;now her arm filled wit scars&lt;br /&gt;similarly to her hart&lt;br /&gt;wishin she could depart&lt;br /&gt;detatchin herself bit by bit&lt;br /&gt;taking bottles of pills day by day&lt;br /&gt;endin everytink lil by lil&lt;br /&gt;looking for de rite one&lt;br /&gt;de one she slps away quietly silently in de dark&lt;br /&gt;as she knew she'll never be beloved&lt;br /&gt;no one would notice her absence&lt;br /&gt;no one would appreciate her presence&lt;br /&gt;staring wit anger&lt;br /&gt;she could take this no longer&lt;br /&gt;holdin quietly waitin silently&lt;br /&gt;for her nearby deathcall&lt;br /&gt;she would pick&lt;br /&gt;will den she slips away quietly silently&lt;br /&gt;even if she dies infront of ur eyes&lt;br /&gt;u'll definately smile and laugh quietly inside&lt;br /&gt;no one would ever be bothered&lt;br /&gt;by this pesky looser&lt;br /&gt;as shes swept away wit anger tonite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2122834619256981140-3235686964185722623?l=dead-petals-poetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dead-petals-poetry.blogspot.com/feeds/3235686964185722623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2122834619256981140&amp;postID=3235686964185722623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122834619256981140/posts/default/3235686964185722623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122834619256981140/posts/default/3235686964185722623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dead-petals-poetry.blogspot.com/2007/11/presence-equals-absence.html' title=''/><author><name>::petals::</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tmILn5L1FN4/TnkLIzn2f7I/AAAAAAAAAA4/-rQO_MZ9WmU/s220/255440_126559637424757_100002121633765_208295_512050_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122834619256981140.post-570121553933824589</id><published>2007-10-11T23:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T06:56:05.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~ broken dreams ~&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;everything collapse from this perfect dream&lt;br /&gt;painting...no splashin it red&lt;br /&gt;its been oways a dream nth tt all it seems&lt;br /&gt;all bloody all red...only reads insanity&lt;br /&gt;long lost long gone...wherever she may lay&lt;br /&gt;de cold wind blew...sweepin her dreams away&lt;br /&gt;bit by bit like these rustin leaves&lt;br /&gt;racin by the side&lt;br /&gt;crashing hopes devouring dreams&lt;br /&gt;whispering...will she ever be fine&lt;br /&gt;i doubt as i stand by&lt;br /&gt;looking helplessly may she die&lt;br /&gt;of cos i'll cry if she dies&lt;br /&gt;understandin frm her misery tts eatin her life&lt;br /&gt;sayin she wans ta die isnt loosin her mind&lt;br /&gt;undertandin why she nids ta go&lt;br /&gt;as she noe she'll be relieved frm this lies&lt;br /&gt;she couldn't take no more&lt;br /&gt;waving her last goodbye&lt;br /&gt;as she cry...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2122834619256981140-570121553933824589?l=dead-petals-poetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dead-petals-poetry.blogspot.com/feeds/570121553933824589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2122834619256981140&amp;postID=570121553933824589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122834619256981140/posts/default/570121553933824589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122834619256981140/posts/default/570121553933824589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dead-petals-poetry.blogspot.com/2007/10/broken-dreams.html' title=''/><author><name>::petals::</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tmILn5L1FN4/TnkLIzn2f7I/AAAAAAAAAA4/-rQO_MZ9WmU/s220/255440_126559637424757_100002121633765_208295_512050_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122834619256981140.post-8515060764014232797</id><published>2007-09-28T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T06:57:09.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~ bet u'll love ~&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;bet u'll have fun watchin&lt;br /&gt;piercin her hart&lt;br /&gt;smashin it to ur own child's play&lt;br /&gt;bet u'll love watchin&lt;br /&gt;de dead takin her away&lt;br /&gt;bet u'll love watchin&lt;br /&gt;ur presence rippin her soul&lt;br /&gt;from piece to piece side&lt;br /&gt;bet u'll be swept away&lt;br /&gt;by de fact u ruined her life&lt;br /&gt;bet u'll love her abences&lt;br /&gt;love her sorrows&lt;br /&gt;love her death&lt;br /&gt;love she's left&lt;br /&gt;love she's gone to nowhere&lt;br /&gt;takin all shes got sorrow and all in despair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2122834619256981140-8515060764014232797?l=dead-petals-poetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dead-petals-poetry.blogspot.com/feeds/8515060764014232797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2122834619256981140&amp;postID=8515060764014232797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122834619256981140/posts/default/8515060764014232797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122834619256981140/posts/default/8515060764014232797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dead-petals-poetry.blogspot.com/2007/09/bet-ull-love.html' title=''/><author><name>::petals::</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tmILn5L1FN4/TnkLIzn2f7I/AAAAAAAAAA4/-rQO_MZ9WmU/s220/255440_126559637424757_100002121633765_208295_512050_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122834619256981140.post-1767305848576568290</id><published>2007-09-21T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T07:08:47.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~ drowning apologies ~&lt;br /&gt;------------------&lt;br /&gt;inmmobalised wit sorrows&lt;br /&gt;suffocatin hart wit apologies&lt;br /&gt;will u forgive her wrongs&lt;br /&gt;will u help lift her soul&lt;br /&gt;will u free her tears&lt;br /&gt;will u capture those fears&lt;br /&gt;holdin back she pleads&lt;br /&gt;"please forgive me...please please"&lt;br /&gt;"i'm sorry...i'm sorry..."&lt;br /&gt;"but i beg u to smile wit me again will u pls?"&lt;br /&gt;begs...pleads...yells..screams her hart out...&lt;br /&gt;"....."&lt;br /&gt;too much till leavin dying sobbing crying&lt;br /&gt;drowin in her pool of bloody sins&lt;br /&gt;dyin holdin tight her worst griefs&lt;br /&gt;knowin forgiveness will not relief her&lt;br /&gt;as its shall not happen&lt;br /&gt;no ever not after remainin foreva&lt;br /&gt;her sins drownin her&lt;br /&gt;not forgivin her...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2122834619256981140-1767305848576568290?l=dead-petals-poetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dead-petals-poetry.blogspot.com/feeds/1767305848576568290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tmILn5L1FN4/TnkLIzn2f7I/AAAAAAAAAA4/-rQO_MZ9WmU/s220/255440_126559637424757_100002121633765_208295_512050_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122834619256981140.post-5305516546335601460</id><published>2007-09-18T04:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T07:02:22.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~ dying with a smile within ~&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------&lt;br /&gt;watchin closely look at him go&lt;br /&gt;sinkin into her arms her blue eyes&lt;br /&gt;holdin her close&lt;br /&gt;lettin all emotions flow&lt;br /&gt;as de black rose peek&lt;br /&gt;her tears streamed&lt;br /&gt;but lookin at him smiling&lt;br /&gt;as black rose secretly pray de best for him&lt;br /&gt;quietly blessing&lt;br /&gt;slowly dying...&lt;br /&gt;leaving de world smiling&lt;br /&gt;dying in black rose's coffin..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>::petals::</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tmILn5L1FN4/TnkLIzn2f7I/AAAAAAAAAA4/-rQO_MZ9WmU/s220/255440_126559637424757_100002121633765_208295_512050_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122834619256981140.post-7066928846622933927</id><published>2007-09-13T04:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T06:58:36.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~ taken too deep ~&lt;br /&gt;------------------&lt;br /&gt;took her hands faded away,&lt;br /&gt;seeping too deep,&lt;br /&gt;into the distance far away,&lt;br /&gt;feeling the scars as she weeps&lt;br /&gt;taken by the shadows as it sways,&lt;br /&gt;drowned in blood as she bleeds,&lt;br /&gt;tryin ta drain the pain,&lt;br /&gt;is there a must to bleed?&lt;br /&gt;shall it be love tt she needs?&lt;br /&gt;but i doubt,&lt;br /&gt;no one will be able to give,&lt;br /&gt;as she was left to nth indeed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2122834619256981140-7066928846622933927?l=dead-petals-poetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dead-petals-poetry.blogspot.com/feeds/7066928846622933927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2122834619256981140&amp;postID=7066928846622933927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122834619256981140/posts/default/7066928846622933927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122834619256981140/posts/default/7066928846622933927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dead-petals-poetry.blogspot.com/2007/09/taken-too-deep.html' title=''/><author><name>::petals::</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tmILn5L1FN4/TnkLIzn2f7I/AAAAAAAAAA4/-rQO_MZ9WmU/s220/255440_126559637424757_100002121633765_208295_512050_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122834619256981140.post-2660443564244441572</id><published>2007-09-13T01:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T06:45:17.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~ a black rose burial ~&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------&lt;br /&gt;silently graceful,&lt;br /&gt;slippin thru unseen fingers,&lt;br /&gt;left seemlessly aimin,&lt;br /&gt;at the rose she loves.&lt;br /&gt;admiring the red one,&lt;br /&gt;yet hatin herself the black one,&lt;br /&gt;hiden smiles she given him,&lt;br /&gt;but fading away shes already gone,&lt;br /&gt;telling herself she'll nver get him.&lt;br /&gt;understandin no one would love,&lt;br /&gt;someone like a black rose within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dedicated to BSPH,&lt;br /&gt;P.S: i love you truly and will always stay that way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/2122834619256981140-2660443564244441572?l=dead-petals-poetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dead-petals-poetry.blogspot.com/feeds/2660443564244441572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2122834619256981140&amp;postID=2660443564244441572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122834619256981140/posts/default/2660443564244441572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122834619256981140/posts/default/2660443564244441572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dead-petals-poetry.blogspot.com/2007/09/black-rose-burial.html' title=''/><author><name>::petals::</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tmILn5L1FN4/TnkLIzn2f7I/AAAAAAAAAA4/-rQO_MZ9WmU/s220/255440_126559637424757_100002121633765_208295_512050_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122834619256981140.post-7406210663790669297</id><published>2007-09-12T01:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T06:59:26.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~ de hiden soul ~&lt;br /&gt;---------------------&lt;br /&gt;beats the battered child,&lt;br /&gt;ask if she knew,&lt;br /&gt;all u're doing if it kills,&lt;br /&gt;but all she could say was,&lt;br /&gt;"i could no longer feel..."&lt;br /&gt;as too much enotions drowned her will&lt;br /&gt;shall it be love she needs?&lt;br /&gt;shall it be grief she feeds...&lt;br /&gt;all faded in de hands of de murderer,&lt;br /&gt;who could onli see,&lt;br /&gt;the love for de child's misery.&lt;br /&gt;screamed and yell,&lt;br /&gt;she cried for help,&lt;br /&gt;but all she sees was just darkness,&lt;br /&gt;sitting in de laps of de murderer,&lt;br /&gt;doing all she wans w/o knowing how she felt...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ oways pretendin her smile...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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