<?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-3964768861970617792</id><updated>2011-07-29T00:57:52.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>insight on a "mind"</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingthroughanemotion.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964768861970617792/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingthroughanemotion.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ymacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677389795887578096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a2KDF9vdEiQ/S6muiKlLheI/AAAAAAAAAAM/pj6D2e6oFVM/S220/3-10-10.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964768861970617792.post-6276783548718743076</id><published>2010-06-16T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T18:56:57.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I dont wanna grow up</title><content type='html'>Creativity seeping through my pours. Originality becomes a perplexing task, since most things have been done. A repetitious cycle i wanted to pass. Everyday I sit and evaluate my life, Ive realized I'm not doing too well. I'm beginning to believe and wanting to believe that this lack of change is solely due to me not breaking free from my family. Ive been questioning whether or not the relationships Ive chosen are the right ones. If my moving to South Carolina with my sister and leaving behind everything i know and everyone i know is the right choice. I question my intentions with the person I'll end up with and if taking them with me to South Carolina even though I'm already having second thoughts about being involved, is a good idea. Temptation to give into the urge to quit is growing harder to fight. Quit this life, this job, everything. I know I'm not as mean as i feel or as mean as I'm perceived. I'm more emotionless than mean, more sarcastic and cynical than brash and abrasive. It takes a certain type of person to get what I'm saying, because I don't always smile or laugh when i talk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blahhh Useless rhetoric anyway. I'm not saying anything that anyone would consider life changing...well not now anyway&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3964768861970617792-6276783548718743076?l=livingthroughanemotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingthroughanemotion.blogspot.com/feeds/6276783548718743076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livingthroughanemotion.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-dont-wanna-grow-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964768861970617792/posts/default/6276783548718743076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964768861970617792/posts/default/6276783548718743076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingthroughanemotion.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-dont-wanna-grow-up.html' title='I dont wanna grow up'/><author><name>ymacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677389795887578096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a2KDF9vdEiQ/S6muiKlLheI/AAAAAAAAAAM/pj6D2e6oFVM/S220/3-10-10.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964768861970617792.post-1492137040679406591</id><published>2010-06-10T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T19:24:55.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Running Running Running, non stop..Random Thoughts of suicide, repeated thoughts of another-cide. Would it be irresponsible of me to just give up and walk away, leaving those that came to know me, lost and without answers. Or would it be more irresponsible of me to erase everyone else. Running Running Running, non stop...healths being affected now my job. I can no longer separate thee outside stressers from the inside stressers, they are now fused together. Running Running Running, non stop...I can now hear them talking for me and thinking for me, these sounds..these noises, these voices are taking over my life. They've done it twice before, both times convincing me to take thee easy way out. First time was with pills, those just caused me more physical pain and cause me to throw up blood..but i just locked myself in the bathroom and passed out on thee floor. The second time I was able to put up more of a fight, "them" and I battled over whether or not I should drink that bleach that was on thee shelf over thee washer and dryer. I went for a long walk instead. I was able to silence them up until about 2yrs ago, now they are even stronger than before. I put on a show, as to not alarm anybody, because when i finally lose this battle (which I'm positive I will) I don't want anybody there to stop me. I'm physically, mentally, and emotionally drained..I can no longer pretend that I'm sane and that these demons don't still remain inside my brain. I don't wanna fight anymore, I've tried writing it out, sitting back and reviewing my life and trying to force myself to realize that my life isn't as bad as "them" make it seem. Alcohol helps me to relax, but I don't want to become and alcoholic. I've even gone so far as to consider other drugs, but my common sense won't allow it. What else can I do.. I don't wanna feel like this anymore.. Running Running Running, non stop...then pop...poof..no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3964768861970617792-1492137040679406591?l=livingthroughanemotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingthroughanemotion.blogspot.com/feeds/1492137040679406591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livingthroughanemotion.blogspot.com/2010/06/running-running-running-non-stop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964768861970617792/posts/default/1492137040679406591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964768861970617792/posts/default/1492137040679406591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingthroughanemotion.blogspot.com/2010/06/running-running-running-non-stop.html' title=''/><author><name>ymacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677389795887578096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a2KDF9vdEiQ/S6muiKlLheI/AAAAAAAAAAM/pj6D2e6oFVM/S220/3-10-10.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964768861970617792.post-4866502754409613656</id><published>2010-05-28T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T19:20:46.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>27 voices and none of em like you</title><content type='html'>Beautiful can be ugly...intellectual aggravation...feels like I'm trapped in a game of tether ball...on one side: relationship, fulfilment and happiness..on thee other: solitude, confinement, anger and loneliness; guess which side is winning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to silence these voices and human emotions, but more often than not do I find myself out of control..do you like me past my exterior or are you intrigued by thee thoughts of thee feel of my interior??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you see me..do you see ME, or do you see thee me that I've allowed you to see..ritualistically and meticulously i give you thee sides you undoubtedly requested..even though its frequently unasked....your eyes tell and smile tell on you..your body language was in on it too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were given thee opportunity to sit down and capture every angle of me..you would see that beautiful can be ugly...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3964768861970617792-4866502754409613656?l=livingthroughanemotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingthroughanemotion.blogspot.com/feeds/4866502754409613656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livingthroughanemotion.blogspot.com/2010/05/27-voices-and-none-of-em-like-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964768861970617792/posts/default/4866502754409613656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964768861970617792/posts/default/4866502754409613656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingthroughanemotion.blogspot.com/2010/05/27-voices-and-none-of-em-like-you.html' title='27 voices and none of em like you'/><author><name>ymacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677389795887578096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a2KDF9vdEiQ/S6muiKlLheI/AAAAAAAAAAM/pj6D2e6oFVM/S220/3-10-10.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964768861970617792.post-4361513136615389330</id><published>2010-05-19T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T00:10:49.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scattered thoughts</title><content type='html'>Constant Complaint .....On Off, In Out&lt;br /&gt;Painstaking Moments .....Up down, Back forth&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts Incomplete .....When is enough, enough&lt;br /&gt;Lessons Unlearned ..... Should I be worried that  I want more&lt;br /&gt;Have I received all I need out of a life I didn't request??&lt;br /&gt;Left Right .....I bow my head,&lt;br /&gt;not for the reasons most may think.....&lt;br /&gt;I'm exhausted&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3964768861970617792-4361513136615389330?l=livingthroughanemotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingthroughanemotion.blogspot.com/feeds/4361513136615389330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livingthroughanemotion.blogspot.com/2010/05/scattered-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964768861970617792/posts/default/4361513136615389330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964768861970617792/posts/default/4361513136615389330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingthroughanemotion.blogspot.com/2010/05/scattered-thoughts.html' title='Scattered thoughts'/><author><name>ymacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677389795887578096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a2KDF9vdEiQ/S6muiKlLheI/AAAAAAAAAAM/pj6D2e6oFVM/S220/3-10-10.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964768861970617792.post-3646038928477371678</id><published>2010-05-19T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T23:53:56.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ponder</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The existence of me diminishes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; until your wants outweigh your lust&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Never knew I could disgust &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Someone I use to love so much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It seems like just yesterday &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you were trembling from my touch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How could you ignore &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the one YOU sought after&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I released myself to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Realization, remain a bachelor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Harsh realities &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I would rather leave to fantasy &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I guess this means that's it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't think I will ever get use to thee feeling of Quit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3964768861970617792-3646038928477371678?l=livingthroughanemotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingthroughanemotion.blogspot.com/feeds/3646038928477371678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livingthroughanemotion.blogspot.com/2010/05/ponder.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964768861970617792/posts/default/3646038928477371678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964768861970617792/posts/default/3646038928477371678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingthroughanemotion.blogspot.com/2010/05/ponder.html' title='Ponder'/><author><name>ymacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677389795887578096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a2KDF9vdEiQ/S6muiKlLheI/AAAAAAAAAAM/pj6D2e6oFVM/S220/3-10-10.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964768861970617792.post-783596792311977876</id><published>2010-05-19T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T23:17:10.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Would I</title><content type='html'>Would I be upset&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     If a wave of violence swept this earth, leaving behind nothing but carnage and the signs of your "God" reaching "its" limit&lt;br /&gt;     If evil crept into my house through the garage door and erased the memories and existence of my family&lt;br /&gt;     If tomorrow there were no more images of today to create a yesterday&lt;br /&gt;     If the sounds of creation were no longer bouncing off my ear drums&lt;br /&gt;    If joblessness and homelessness happened simultaneously and I was forced to become dependant upon those I dislike the most&lt;br /&gt;     If all relevance to me was no more and those I knew before developed amnesia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                           Would I be upset&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3964768861970617792-783596792311977876?l=livingthroughanemotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingthroughanemotion.blogspot.com/feeds/783596792311977876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livingthroughanemotion.blogspot.com/2010/05/would-i.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964768861970617792/posts/default/783596792311977876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964768861970617792/posts/default/783596792311977876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingthroughanemotion.blogspot.com/2010/05/would-i.html' title='Would I'/><author><name>ymacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677389795887578096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a2KDF9vdEiQ/S6muiKlLheI/AAAAAAAAAAM/pj6D2e6oFVM/S220/3-10-10.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964768861970617792.post-8076848265954250415</id><published>2010-03-23T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T23:49:25.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bewildered</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;And it strikes again,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;   When i think I've developed a system that works for everybody, it gets shot down by someone who (after some time for analysis of situation) cant take it...Ive seriously never understood how me removing myself from a person when I'm going through a "mental rough patch," could cause them to feel hurt, abandoned, or confused..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;   I have this disgusting tendency to shut down, shut off, disappear, and withdraw myself from thee person that likes/loves me thee most...I don't know thee exact reason as to why i do it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But i have made time for some much needed self discovery...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm a member of thee COMMITMENT PHOEBES..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;   I think that a monogamous relationship is undoubtedly thee most stressful and overwhelming thing a person has to endure...Ive noticed that when someone gives me everything they've got, i turn away..Its happened with every relationship and with potentials... They love me..wanna "wife" me..and make their lives all about me...and then it hits..I don't want to use thee word disgusted but its a feeling close to that...I start to feel trapped, stuck, tired, annoyed, exhausted, and aged..like my life just stopped..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;   I have never viewed getting and being involved with someone as a happy transition into adulthood...Honestly i can thank my parents for that...I have an unhealthy view of relationships..I'm actually confused by love, now don't get me wrong I'm not saying it doesn't exist, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;However, I've never wholeheartedly felt it...I've said it and not believed enough in it when thee last letter of thee word left my lips..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have yet to develop thee ability to feel..and by that i mean the feeling of caring, love, and concern, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's more so a lingering feeling of remorse, and irritation...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Intimacy just throws me way off track..and by intimacy i mean...feeling close, touching, nesting, and coupling...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HOW DO YOU EXPLAIN THAT???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its not normal..then again what is normal?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe I'm spiritually torn..i have a lot of inner demons that I've been fighting since childhood..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe it stems from thee lack of peace i have with this stage of my life..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm nowhere near where i wanna be.. and maybe I'm trying to prevent my short falls from trickling down into a relationship&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I prefer to act alone as to not be thee reason why someone else grieves or fails..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't want to end up like my great aunt Effie..so id rather die now single and in my current state of "mind"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3964768861970617792-8076848265954250415?l=livingthroughanemotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingthroughanemotion.blogspot.com/feeds/8076848265954250415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livingthroughanemotion.blogspot.com/2010/03/bewildered.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964768861970617792/posts/default/8076848265954250415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964768861970617792/posts/default/8076848265954250415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingthroughanemotion.blogspot.com/2010/03/bewildered.html' title='Bewildered'/><author><name>ymacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677389795887578096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a2KDF9vdEiQ/S6muiKlLheI/AAAAAAAAAAM/pj6D2e6oFVM/S220/3-10-10.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964768861970617792.post-4582027523466660862</id><published>2010-03-12T13:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T13:49:22.179-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hazy Daze</title><content type='html'>Manic depressive...noooo..lets go with bipolar..then I have an opportunity for happiness..&lt;br /&gt;Hypocondriac..evil..a walking disappointment..an oblivious conniving charade..&lt;br /&gt;A mental facade corrupt by emotional inadequacies..surrounded and controlled by someone else's thoughts..&lt;br /&gt;Like..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You may think I'm nothing special, but I'm special to HER...she likes my hands, my ears, my eyes, my curves..like a blanket covering her mirror, she cant see herself without ME..Us finished?..no more?..Now that would be a crime against humanity."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or even..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How dare you look into my eyes and lie..Commit crimes against emotion and say LOVE."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manipulative mind..with a malicious spirit..a kind hearted soul..with the anger and vigor of a lion..I think in double standard and simplify what's been simplified..I complicate the unnecessary..I traipse back and forth over thoughts..a tug-of-war between sane and insanity..an up hill battle i'm attempting with one leg..I despise the joy brought on by insincerity and laugh at the pain felt by the incompetent..&lt;br /&gt;Mental blockade..&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts stagnated by the municipalities and litigation of the cerebellum..&lt;br /&gt;A process for which no resolution is in sight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3964768861970617792-4582027523466660862?l=livingthroughanemotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingthroughanemotion.blogspot.com/feeds/4582027523466660862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livingthroughanemotion.blogspot.com/2010/03/hazy-daze.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964768861970617792/posts/default/4582027523466660862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964768861970617792/posts/default/4582027523466660862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingthroughanemotion.blogspot.com/2010/03/hazy-daze.html' title='Hazy Daze'/><author><name>ymacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677389795887578096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a2KDF9vdEiQ/S6muiKlLheI/AAAAAAAAAAM/pj6D2e6oFVM/S220/3-10-10.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964768861970617792.post-794365988739744672</id><published>2010-01-26T19:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T19:43:55.127-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What To Do</title><content type='html'>Mental take down&lt;br /&gt;can't fight it&lt;br /&gt;over powered&lt;br /&gt;continuously masking real emotion&lt;br /&gt;put on a good face&lt;br /&gt;to save face&lt;br /&gt;truthful to those that matter&lt;br /&gt;closed to those that don't&lt;br /&gt;walls as high as the tallest building&lt;br /&gt;refusal to show you the person i am&lt;br /&gt;cant let you get too close&lt;br /&gt;afraid you'll judge me&lt;br /&gt;see a part of me&lt;br /&gt;that i don't see&lt;br /&gt;...paranoia???...&lt;br /&gt;CAN anybody see&lt;br /&gt;that I'm not being&lt;br /&gt;the person i was put on this earth to be???&lt;br /&gt;id rather be a slave to the economy&lt;br /&gt;than to allow you visual and mental stimulation&lt;br /&gt;exposure of my talents??&lt;br /&gt;I'm my biggest critic, I judge myself so harshly&lt;br /&gt;so i settle&lt;br /&gt;fully aware that i could be one of the greats&lt;br /&gt;but I'd rather deprive you of me&lt;br /&gt;and leave this earth the way i came in it...alone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3964768861970617792-794365988739744672?l=livingthroughanemotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingthroughanemotion.blogspot.com/feeds/794365988739744672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livingthroughanemotion.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-to-do.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964768861970617792/posts/default/794365988739744672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964768861970617792/posts/default/794365988739744672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingthroughanemotion.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-to-do.html' title='What To Do'/><author><name>ymacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677389795887578096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a2KDF9vdEiQ/S6muiKlLheI/AAAAAAAAAAM/pj6D2e6oFVM/S220/3-10-10.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964768861970617792.post-9084545585928311371</id><published>2010-01-02T23:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T23:24:31.055-08:00</updated><title type='text'>why me</title><content type='html'>Lost in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;whirlwind&lt;/span&gt; of heartbreak and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;disappointment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catapulted by someone or thing who thought i could handle it&lt;br /&gt;Misery &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;loves&lt;/span&gt; company but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; always by myself&lt;br /&gt;Intentionally isolating my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;negative&lt;/span&gt; from everyone else&lt;br /&gt;The joy of birth, overshadowed by death&lt;br /&gt;Not even during a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;celebration&lt;/span&gt; can we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;enjoy&lt;/span&gt; the gift&lt;br /&gt;So sick of this life, but too &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;intelligent&lt;/span&gt; to give up&lt;br /&gt;You'd think after so much, we'd w&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ise&lt;/span&gt; up&lt;br /&gt;I quit, give up, I surrender&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Don't&lt;/span&gt; want responsibility anymore,&lt;br /&gt;so often said but always ignored&lt;br /&gt;Amazed that no one can tell &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; reaching my limit&lt;br /&gt;I talk a big game but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; done i admit it&lt;br /&gt;Maybe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not as strong as i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; disappearing, into my own troubles i sink&lt;br /&gt;I put my self last, spouse second, family first&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;putting&lt;/span&gt; an end to that line up, would make things worse&lt;br /&gt;Seeing every relationship &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt; and ending the same&lt;br /&gt;They cant handle it and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; alone again&lt;br /&gt;I give so much and ask for so little in return&lt;br /&gt;But where would i go to seek it, animosity caused bridges to burn&lt;br /&gt;Never ahead or even caught up&lt;br /&gt;Generation after the next, with no long term set ups&lt;br /&gt;It was given to me to change these things&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; something that i wish had skipped me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Haven't&lt;/span&gt; been given the opportunity to start my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;All&lt;/span&gt; my goals have been set aside&lt;br /&gt;To make life comfortable for my "pride"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3964768861970617792-9084545585928311371?l=livingthroughanemotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingthroughanemotion.blogspot.com/feeds/9084545585928311371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livingthroughanemotion.blogspot.com/2010/01/why-me.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964768861970617792/posts/default/9084545585928311371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964768861970617792/posts/default/9084545585928311371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingthroughanemotion.blogspot.com/2010/01/why-me.html' title='why me'/><author><name>ymacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677389795887578096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a2KDF9vdEiQ/S6muiKlLheI/AAAAAAAAAAM/pj6D2e6oFVM/S220/3-10-10.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964768861970617792.post-7804797345050913192</id><published>2009-11-20T20:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T20:35:50.765-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>She said, "when we were kids 'the guy' raped me"...response to her statement was a solid blank stare&lt;br /&gt;She said, "I didn't know how to tell you, cause I was consumed by fear&lt;br /&gt;Confusion was the next expression,&lt;br /&gt;leaving both parties lost in question&lt;br /&gt;Silence filled the room..&lt;br /&gt;she could tell that what she said was being ripped apart like her youth from her at home&lt;br /&gt;she continued by explaining how her own mother didn't believe her...&lt;br /&gt;instead she chose to.. ignore, disown and beat her&lt;br /&gt;feeling alone and betrayed by her own family&lt;br /&gt;she fell into herself...&lt;br /&gt;having men sexually raise HER self esteem&lt;br /&gt;lost in the colorless haze&lt;br /&gt;her children, by her, weren't raised&lt;br /&gt;fighting an up hill battle&lt;br /&gt;she pulled herself together, cause those problems SHE had to tackle&lt;br /&gt;so let me bring you to the here and now&lt;br /&gt;and tell you what I said to her some how&lt;br /&gt;"I know on paper your just my half, but in my heart you are my whole&lt;br /&gt;im so sorry, I wish I could have been there to help you through the devils turmoil"&lt;br /&gt;after those words left my lips&lt;br /&gt;those thoughts remained in disbeliefs grips&lt;br /&gt;so through the files I had to look&lt;br /&gt;hoping that what was found showed her words to be read from a book&lt;br /&gt;put the photo's side by side....&lt;br /&gt;silence...&lt;br /&gt;my "niece" has my ears, nose, lips and eyes.....damn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3964768861970617792-7804797345050913192?l=livingthroughanemotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingthroughanemotion.blogspot.com/feeds/7804797345050913192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livingthroughanemotion.blogspot.com/2009/11/she-said-when-we-were-kids-guy-raped-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964768861970617792/posts/default/7804797345050913192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964768861970617792/posts/default/7804797345050913192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingthroughanemotion.blogspot.com/2009/11/she-said-when-we-were-kids-guy-raped-me.html' title=''/><author><name>ymacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677389795887578096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a2KDF9vdEiQ/S6muiKlLheI/AAAAAAAAAAM/pj6D2e6oFVM/S220/3-10-10.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964768861970617792.post-5352578449270148401</id><published>2009-11-20T20:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T20:34:28.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you hurt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i hurt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you cry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wipe my eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When life weighs you down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I feel the onslaught of pounds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you laugh and smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My cheeks hurt like i've been running for miles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The feeling you get from looking at creation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is the feeling i get when i see you..overwhelming elation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you were to leave this earth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know for sure i'd do the opposite of birth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3964768861970617792-5352578449270148401?l=livingthroughanemotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingthroughanemotion.blogspot.com/feeds/5352578449270148401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livingthroughanemotion.blogspot.com/2009/11/you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964768861970617792/posts/default/5352578449270148401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964768861970617792/posts/default/5352578449270148401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingthroughanemotion.blogspot.com/2009/11/you.html' title='You'/><author><name>ymacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677389795887578096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a2KDF9vdEiQ/S6muiKlLheI/AAAAAAAAAAM/pj6D2e6oFVM/S220/3-10-10.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964768861970617792.post-893066714621133153</id><published>2009-11-17T18:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T20:36:25.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flattery</title><content type='html'>why do you ask so much of me&lt;br /&gt;Like knowing my life, is an impending emergency&lt;br /&gt;i answer your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Rolodex&lt;/span&gt; filled with questions&lt;br /&gt;one after the other, you hit me with the next one&lt;br /&gt;why pretend like your interested in my "entire"&lt;br /&gt;when in reality your more interested in conquering the "empire"&lt;br /&gt;i understand i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;shouldn't&lt;/span&gt; prejudge&lt;br /&gt;but, come on, when your built like me and hear constant reference to your body&lt;br /&gt;not letting your walls down is a must&lt;br /&gt;there will always be those&lt;br /&gt;that want to impose&lt;br /&gt;try to pull the wool over my eyes&lt;br /&gt;well guess what my hands can &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;still &lt;/span&gt;feel through your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;disguise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;book smarts &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;aren't&lt;/span&gt; whats needed&lt;br /&gt;its the street smarts my family supplied that keep me from emotionally bleeding&lt;br /&gt;my shield &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;isn't&lt;/span&gt; impenetrable&lt;br /&gt;its only meant to be shattered by the person who breaks it with the key&lt;br /&gt;not by a fuse lit by force followed by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;dynamite&lt;/span&gt; ready to explode&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; insult me&lt;br /&gt;by trying to remove my clothes with mindless flattery&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3964768861970617792-893066714621133153?l=livingthroughanemotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingthroughanemotion.blogspot.com/feeds/893066714621133153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livingthroughanemotion.blogspot.com/2009/11/flattery.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964768861970617792/posts/default/893066714621133153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964768861970617792/posts/default/893066714621133153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingthroughanemotion.blogspot.com/2009/11/flattery.html' title='Flattery'/><author><name>ymacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677389795887578096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a2KDF9vdEiQ/S6muiKlLheI/AAAAAAAAAAM/pj6D2e6oFVM/S220/3-10-10.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964768861970617792.post-2776364178217315870</id><published>2009-11-16T19:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T23:44:18.227-08:00</updated><title type='text'>today</title><content type='html'>i often find myself.... always by myself...&lt;br /&gt;wondering about life's simplistic days and complicated nights..&lt;br /&gt;i sit on endless hills configuring faster was to the finish line...&lt;br /&gt;i consider myself rather intelligent but ignorant to my own destiny...&lt;br /&gt;finding myself swept up in "me" with sporadic views of others scenery..&lt;br /&gt;too few time's do i relish on my own future..&lt;br /&gt;i rather the season pass of others joy...&lt;br /&gt;sulking in the black, smoke filled space of a mind..&lt;br /&gt;reaching out for the partly cloudy but always settle for the rain..&lt;br /&gt;every glimpse of a semi-smooth day..quickly fills my body with satisfaction..&lt;br /&gt;yearning for change, practically crying out for it...but rarely taking action...&lt;br /&gt;"not living up to your potential" has never been uttered by an outsider..&lt;br /&gt;but forever echoes in my mind, along side the hurt and evil laughter...&lt;br /&gt;the desire for happiness lurks in every thought..&lt;br /&gt;i stand there destitute, like a toy-less tot...&lt;br /&gt;one day...one day.. i tell myself..&lt;br /&gt;but whats the point, if history is due to repeat itself...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3964768861970617792-2776364178217315870?l=livingthroughanemotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingthroughanemotion.blogspot.com/feeds/2776364178217315870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livingthroughanemotion.blogspot.com/2009/11/today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964768861970617792/posts/default/2776364178217315870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964768861970617792/posts/default/2776364178217315870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingthroughanemotion.blogspot.com/2009/11/today.html' title='today'/><author><name>ymacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677389795887578096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a2KDF9vdEiQ/S6muiKlLheI/AAAAAAAAAAM/pj6D2e6oFVM/S220/3-10-10.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964768861970617792.post-7674749525955987981</id><published>2009-10-29T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T23:10:41.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whose Fault...</title><content type='html'>Waking up everyday in a house of love lost..&lt;br /&gt;wondering to myself why do the kids have to pay the cost..&lt;br /&gt;first thought ambition gone&lt;br /&gt;one that follows mudane welcome..&lt;br /&gt;deceit, malice and sorrowful mournful cry's&lt;br /&gt;of..why....why...&lt;br /&gt;alcohol fueled arguments..&lt;br /&gt;about lifes set in stone events...&lt;br /&gt;passing judgement on others achievements..&lt;br /&gt;allowing us to feel the hatred you have for us..&lt;br /&gt;not our fault we weren't planned&lt;br /&gt;we weren't an intended burden&lt;br /&gt;never understood why this is allowed&lt;br /&gt;why we live in a constant bullshit cloud&lt;br /&gt;0-4-15..yes including the last two&lt;br /&gt;planning on taking something out if not me then just you&lt;br /&gt;lost attempts at reconciliation&lt;br /&gt;but an embracing of horrendous contemplation&lt;br /&gt;all to often, are thoughts of atheism&lt;br /&gt;tryin to simplify "his" reasoning..&lt;br /&gt;but i couldnt if opportunity was given&lt;br /&gt;always wanting this feeling to subside&lt;br /&gt;and when i think its happened i get depressed realizing&lt;br /&gt;how often i failed when tried..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whose fault is it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3964768861970617792-7674749525955987981?l=livingthroughanemotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingthroughanemotion.blogspot.com/feeds/7674749525955987981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livingthroughanemotion.blogspot.com/2009/10/whose-fault.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964768861970617792/posts/default/7674749525955987981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964768861970617792/posts/default/7674749525955987981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingthroughanemotion.blogspot.com/2009/10/whose-fault.html' title='Whose Fault...'/><author><name>ymacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677389795887578096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a2KDF9vdEiQ/S6muiKlLheI/AAAAAAAAAAM/pj6D2e6oFVM/S220/3-10-10.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964768861970617792.post-5901911074529806462</id><published>2009-10-29T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T23:01:37.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Contentment...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never embracing change...&lt;br /&gt;shying away from whats different and out of the norm..&lt;br /&gt;Happy with as is..&lt;br /&gt;Never rocking the boat..&lt;br /&gt;Ambitious goal setting to alter lifes focus,&lt;br /&gt;seldom crossed the path of whats for breakfast..&lt;br /&gt;Day in and day out, a ground hogs day carbon copy..&lt;br /&gt;Smiles from last week ..&lt;br /&gt;thoughts of last years bliss..&lt;br /&gt;Never making a fuss..&lt;br /&gt;fine with this months taste of things past..&lt;br /&gt;Setteling for the day time "person" t.v&lt;br /&gt;utilizing them for self explaination..&lt;br /&gt;Mentality of a machine programmed and set to internal joy's calendar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contentment&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3964768861970617792-5901911074529806462?l=livingthroughanemotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingthroughanemotion.blogspot.com/feeds/5901911074529806462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livingthroughanemotion.blogspot.com/2009/10/contentment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964768861970617792/posts/default/5901911074529806462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964768861970617792/posts/default/5901911074529806462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingthroughanemotion.blogspot.com/2009/10/contentment.html' title=''/><author><name>ymacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677389795887578096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a2KDF9vdEiQ/S6muiKlLheI/AAAAAAAAAAM/pj6D2e6oFVM/S220/3-10-10.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964768861970617792.post-9211921828814004236</id><published>2009-10-29T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T22:46:26.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aggravation</title><content type='html'>6:30am&lt;br /&gt;Aggravation sets in..&lt;br /&gt;one eye opens and its like the devil is holding my emotional strings..&lt;br /&gt;I step foot into the shower&lt;br /&gt;hot water on..a drop touches my skin and i feel empowered...&lt;br /&gt;tooth paste to brush and i scrub til blood exposes its self...&lt;br /&gt;face put on...hair pulled back..&lt;br /&gt;Aggravation&lt;br /&gt;foot to the gas pedal.. hands to the wheel..&lt;br /&gt;pull out the garage engulfed by the feeling of sorrow, turmoil, dread, and agony..&lt;br /&gt;first light to the last..&lt;br /&gt;Aroused by the feeling of sight satisfaction when the red one shines in..&lt;br /&gt;im about to lose my mind&lt;br /&gt;with each passing tick tock of time..&lt;br /&gt;every moment i sit..theres no allowance to just be..&lt;br /&gt;something about the things needed is an immediate shout out to me..&lt;br /&gt;bliss is a thought that soon is null and void..&lt;br /&gt;im given a quick glimpse of the new&lt;br /&gt;outside the window..but even that is snatched away..&lt;br /&gt;when the realization of peer incompetence takes over the devils mind..&lt;br /&gt;one, two, three, four...person after person that walks through those doors...&lt;br /&gt;its a constant, relentless, non-stop Aggravation...&lt;br /&gt;and seems like im the only one participating&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3964768861970617792-9211921828814004236?l=livingthroughanemotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingthroughanemotion.blogspot.com/feeds/9211921828814004236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livingthroughanemotion.blogspot.com/2009/10/aggravation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964768861970617792/posts/default/9211921828814004236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964768861970617792/posts/default/9211921828814004236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingthroughanemotion.blogspot.com/2009/10/aggravation.html' title='Aggravation'/><author><name>ymacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677389795887578096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a2KDF9vdEiQ/S6muiKlLheI/AAAAAAAAAAM/pj6D2e6oFVM/S220/3-10-10.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964768861970617792.post-5518489592438427730</id><published>2009-10-29T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T22:25:14.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Her tongue barely brushes up against my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;clit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i could feel it whispering pulsate...pulsate...      &lt;br /&gt;My body tenses..my toes curl and my back begins to arch...&lt;br /&gt;i can feel my lip plump so i lick them...enticing her, inviting her to do her will..     &lt;br /&gt;As she begins to tell my body whats in store&lt;br /&gt;i snap back to realize she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hadnt&lt;/span&gt; said a word..&lt;br /&gt;my eyes roll back and my legs being to shake..     &lt;br /&gt;She looks up at me and asks "babe you okay"..&lt;br /&gt;i open my mouth to answer but nothing comes out..&lt;br /&gt;she asks again and nothing still...&lt;br /&gt;i notice a slight lift in her top lip as she lets out a chuckle..     &lt;br /&gt;She goes in even faster and deeper..&lt;br /&gt;i grab the back of her head and start to ride her face..&lt;br /&gt;the sound of "us" fills the room..&lt;br /&gt;she flips me over then grabs and pulls my hair..&lt;br /&gt;she now allows her fingers to continue the story..    &lt;br /&gt;I push back into her..in and out.. in and out..&lt;br /&gt;i allow my body to relax..i can feel it coming but i fight it...&lt;br /&gt;the sensation takes over my body and now my mind..    &lt;br /&gt;As the overwhelming feeling of ecstasy overpowers..&lt;br /&gt;i open up my mouth and release her name..shouting...."..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3964768861970617792-5518489592438427730?l=livingthroughanemotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingthroughanemotion.blogspot.com/feeds/5518489592438427730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livingthroughanemotion.blogspot.com/2009/10/her-tongue-barely-brushes-up-against-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964768861970617792/posts/default/5518489592438427730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964768861970617792/posts/default/5518489592438427730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingthroughanemotion.blogspot.com/2009/10/her-tongue-barely-brushes-up-against-my.html' title=''/><author><name>ymacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677389795887578096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a2KDF9vdEiQ/S6muiKlLheI/AAAAAAAAAAM/pj6D2e6oFVM/S220/3-10-10.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964768861970617792.post-8169268258593746988</id><published>2009-10-29T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T22:03:36.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>emotions explaination</title><content type='html'>Love isnt about convenience&lt;br /&gt;my love for you is because you know my thoughts before i think them   &lt;br /&gt;Love isnt about the surrounding everyday aesthetics&lt;br /&gt;Its when you say im gorgeous in the morning and meant it   &lt;br /&gt;Love isnt about worry or stress that can consume my every thought..&lt;br /&gt;Its about light hearted care free days that only someone that was made for me could have brought&lt;br /&gt;Love isnt about the overwhelming feeling of dread..&lt;br /&gt;Its about seeing a simple reference to your name that puts thoughts of pleasant things past in my head   &lt;br /&gt;Love isnt a nuisance, antagonistic, depressing, ignorant, egotistical or unappealing...&lt;br /&gt;Its whimsical, joyous, sentamental, and more than just a word or a feeling    &lt;br /&gt;Love isnt something you say because you hear it often...&lt;br /&gt;Its because the word "love" stirs up an appetite for the sight, taste, touch, feel and warm thought of this person whose soul has something&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3964768861970617792-8169268258593746988?l=livingthroughanemotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a2KDF9vdEiQ/S6muiKlLheI/AAAAAAAAAAM/pj6D2e6oFVM/S220/3-10-10.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964768861970617792.post-1166306583925213583</id><published>2009-10-29T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T21:58:55.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A feeling</title><content type='html'>so then let me sooth your mind and guide you into that rem state of sleep..&lt;br /&gt;listen to thee words slipn through my moist lips as they creep into your ear&lt;br /&gt;first sound you hear is the begining of thee word that awakens thee area of pleasure&lt;br /&gt;as your music box opens and your dancer stands at attention&lt;br /&gt;the second word you hear requires your draw bridge to lower&lt;br /&gt;you become more and more relaxed with every letter&lt;br /&gt;to every word that passes through my now plump wet mouth..&lt;br /&gt;i begin to breath the third word into you as your breath escapes u faster and faster&lt;br /&gt;noticing your body growing more and more relaxed&lt;br /&gt;i whisper thee fourth and final word into your ear..&lt;br /&gt;your body is now consumed with thee feeling of ...*sigh*..yes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3964768861970617792-1166306583925213583?l=livingthroughanemotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingthroughanemotion.blogspot.com/feeds/1166306583925213583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livingthroughanemotion.blogspot.com/2009/10/feeling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964768861970617792/posts/default/1166306583925213583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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