<?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-8265444953533587984</id><updated>2011-09-11T05:39:16.604-07:00</updated><category term='rant'/><title type='text'>The world</title><subtitle type='html'>does not forgive</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265444953533587984/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>allisonpaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01612909999101635795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7KTBEFroib4/THC3gAWtESI/AAAAAAAAABI/LqbauWmqPaU/S220/BAN.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>78</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265444953533587984.post-8295368206565705335</id><published>2011-03-24T18:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T18:27:00.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I’m torn apart. &lt;br /&gt;Mercilessly ripped limb from limb by my mind’s shadow.&lt;br /&gt;It’s a sickness I can’t fix and I faced that.&lt;br /&gt;There is no fixing this pain.&lt;br /&gt;It can not be silenced&lt;br /&gt;It can not be ignored&lt;br /&gt;It can not be rid of &lt;br /&gt;I’m left in my desired solitude &lt;br /&gt;Always thinking&lt;br /&gt;Always waning in it’s overbearing presence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265444953533587984-8295368206565705335?l=thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/feeds/8295368206565705335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/2011/03/im-torn-apart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265444953533587984/posts/default/8295368206565705335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265444953533587984/posts/default/8295368206565705335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/2011/03/im-torn-apart.html' title=''/><author><name>allisonpaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01612909999101635795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7KTBEFroib4/THC3gAWtESI/AAAAAAAAABI/LqbauWmqPaU/S220/BAN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265444953533587984.post-5936646569363118356</id><published>2011-02-22T17:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T17:20:40.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A few things I should note that you knew nothing about:&lt;br /&gt;-I planned to devote the end of my summer break to surprise visit you. I already started to save up money...$98 towards plane tickets. &lt;br /&gt;-I was going to give up getting a tattoo to use that money on seeing you as well.&lt;br /&gt;-You're the reason I've been dedicated to losing weight...14 pounds in a month 'n' half and counting&lt;br /&gt;-You have been constantly on my mind since December.&lt;br /&gt;-Despite all the shit that happened between us, I just wanted you to be happy. &lt;br /&gt;-I don't know if I'll miss you but I do hope you come back....whatever that means. &lt;br /&gt;-I'm sorry for whatever I did that made you hate me but I think the way you left was distasteful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265444953533587984-5936646569363118356?l=thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/feeds/5936646569363118356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/2011/02/few-things-i-should-note-that-you-knew.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265444953533587984/posts/default/5936646569363118356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265444953533587984/posts/default/5936646569363118356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/2011/02/few-things-i-should-note-that-you-knew.html' title=''/><author><name>allisonpaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01612909999101635795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7KTBEFroib4/THC3gAWtESI/AAAAAAAAABI/LqbauWmqPaU/S220/BAN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265444953533587984.post-2702755021017512154</id><published>2011-02-21T14:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T14:18:31.975-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You've left again</title><content type='html'>I'm not surprised.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm not surprised you've left...surprised more at how you did it.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be sure to act like I fell off the face of the earth.&lt;br /&gt;Hope all goes well for you. &lt;br /&gt;You aren't the missing piece, I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265444953533587984-2702755021017512154?l=thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/feeds/2702755021017512154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/2011/02/youve-left-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265444953533587984/posts/default/2702755021017512154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265444953533587984/posts/default/2702755021017512154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/2011/02/youve-left-again.html' title='You&apos;ve left again'/><author><name>allisonpaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01612909999101635795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7KTBEFroib4/THC3gAWtESI/AAAAAAAAABI/LqbauWmqPaU/S220/BAN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265444953533587984.post-5918768474078959692</id><published>2011-02-14T19:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T19:12:02.067-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You're spending Valentine's day with someone else.&lt;br /&gt;That hurts.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be that girl.&lt;br /&gt;I want to spend the night in your bed talking all night.&lt;br /&gt;Kiss you goodnight and say I love you.&lt;br /&gt;Because I fucking do.&lt;br /&gt;So much.&lt;br /&gt;And it feels irrelevant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop playing games with me.&lt;br /&gt;You're someone I don't want to hate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265444953533587984-5918768474078959692?l=thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/feeds/5918768474078959692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/2011/02/youre-spending-valentines-day-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265444953533587984/posts/default/5918768474078959692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265444953533587984/posts/default/5918768474078959692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/2011/02/youre-spending-valentines-day-with.html' title=''/><author><name>allisonpaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01612909999101635795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7KTBEFroib4/THC3gAWtESI/AAAAAAAAABI/LqbauWmqPaU/S220/BAN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265444953533587984.post-7635678424466549606</id><published>2011-02-12T22:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T22:35:18.097-08:00</updated><title type='text'>for all the reasons I love you</title><content type='html'>make honesty much harder than it should&lt;br /&gt;coming clean has happened and I felt free for moments&lt;br /&gt;when these moments passed&lt;br /&gt;the void in my life became ever so empty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for some reason, I believe with all that's left of my heart that you are it.&lt;br /&gt;and under the circumstances I can see why anyone but I would believe how immature and pathetic this conclusion may seem&lt;br /&gt;but leaving you behind, shutting you out&lt;br /&gt;it's no longer an option because for the first time in a long time I let someone in,&lt;br /&gt;I let you in.&lt;br /&gt;You invaded me from miles away.&lt;br /&gt;Swimming through me, head to toe.&lt;br /&gt;I so foolishly fell in love with you and fucked it up.&lt;br /&gt;I'm young, this is true but I am not dumb.&lt;br /&gt;I feel a feeling grander than most I've ever felt. &lt;br /&gt;I see you when I close my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;I see you in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;and if your touch is as gentle and sincere as it is in these&lt;br /&gt;than I surely know I don't want another soul to have access.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all I feel, raw emotion&lt;br /&gt;This is my uncensored view of you&lt;br /&gt;and you will never know&lt;br /&gt;because your reaction will break me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265444953533587984-7635678424466549606?l=thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/feeds/7635678424466549606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/2011/02/for-all-reasons-i-love-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265444953533587984/posts/default/7635678424466549606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265444953533587984/posts/default/7635678424466549606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/2011/02/for-all-reasons-i-love-you.html' title='for all the reasons I love you'/><author><name>allisonpaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01612909999101635795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7KTBEFroib4/THC3gAWtESI/AAAAAAAAABI/LqbauWmqPaU/S220/BAN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265444953533587984.post-8285658078995531461</id><published>2011-02-07T14:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T14:56:21.797-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm tired of being this disgusting person</title><content type='html'>I gained 5 pounds after I just worked off 10&lt;br /&gt;I'm fucking pathetic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265444953533587984-8285658078995531461?l=thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/feeds/8285658078995531461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/2011/02/im-tired-of-being-this-disgusting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265444953533587984/posts/default/8285658078995531461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265444953533587984/posts/default/8285658078995531461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/2011/02/im-tired-of-being-this-disgusting.html' title='I&apos;m tired of being this disgusting person'/><author><name>allisonpaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01612909999101635795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7KTBEFroib4/THC3gAWtESI/AAAAAAAAABI/LqbauWmqPaU/S220/BAN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265444953533587984.post-4460061675706429949</id><published>2011-01-18T21:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T21:24:21.574-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't wait to leave.</title><content type='html'>I hate these people, these unoriginal mirrors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m getting so sick of all the fucking boo-hoo’s and last minute drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m so tired of faking friendships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m so frustrated with people giving a fuck about all the wrong things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I leave, I become a ghost to everyone here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I’m gone, don’t act like you all fucking cared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265444953533587984-4460061675706429949?l=thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/feeds/4460061675706429949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-cant-wait-to-leave.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265444953533587984/posts/default/4460061675706429949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265444953533587984/posts/default/4460061675706429949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-cant-wait-to-leave.html' title='I can&apos;t wait to leave.'/><author><name>allisonpaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01612909999101635795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7KTBEFroib4/THC3gAWtESI/AAAAAAAAABI/LqbauWmqPaU/S220/BAN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265444953533587984.post-7387247193983846465</id><published>2011-01-12T19:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T19:09:38.951-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fuck this, fuck that.</title><content type='html'>I've been lying&lt;br /&gt;to you&lt;br /&gt;to myself&lt;br /&gt;thinking we'd have something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm driving myself mad every night&lt;br /&gt;wishing you were next to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't ever have that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And though our love could move mountains...&lt;br /&gt;there will never be a happy ending for us.&lt;br /&gt;so what are we doing?&lt;br /&gt;why are we even wasting our time?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265444953533587984-7387247193983846465?l=thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/feeds/7387247193983846465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/2011/01/fuck-this-fuck-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265444953533587984/posts/default/7387247193983846465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265444953533587984/posts/default/7387247193983846465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/2011/01/fuck-this-fuck-that.html' title='fuck this, fuck that.'/><author><name>allisonpaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01612909999101635795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7KTBEFroib4/THC3gAWtESI/AAAAAAAAABI/LqbauWmqPaU/S220/BAN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265444953533587984.post-9132754770705635389</id><published>2010-12-14T17:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T17:06:14.337-08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh blogger</title><content type='html'>yes, I made a tumblr, I'm so sorry to betray you.&lt;br /&gt;good news is I'll still post the deep secrets here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote this for him: (act as a storage room until I'm ready to tell him)&lt;br /&gt;"its just, I have this feeling where I have so much to tell you but when I go to type something I have no idea what to say. It's my fault because you leave me speechless and I don't like telling you my feelings because now that you're back I don't want you to go anywhere. I'm scared that if I tell you all of this you'll go away. I wanna call you big spoon and I want things to go back the way they were. But everything seems so different except for what I feel for you. That never changed and the second I saw your face in my stupid friend request box I teared up. Whether you like it or not, I loved you. You were such a huge influence to me and that never changed. I'm so scared to love you and I know that if we talk I will because you're just so adorable and you're so kind and funny and you just never get old. You'll never know this though. I'll save this, lock away for a day where I can tell you. Where I feel like you won't judge me or reject it completely. Maybe you'll even feel the same and write me a paragraph filled with lines about how you miss your little spoon. This is a foolish hope to have, but I have it and its all I'm dying to tell you."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265444953533587984-9132754770705635389?l=thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/feeds/9132754770705635389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/2010/12/oh-blogger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265444953533587984/posts/default/9132754770705635389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265444953533587984/posts/default/9132754770705635389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/2010/12/oh-blogger.html' title='oh blogger'/><author><name>allisonpaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01612909999101635795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7KTBEFroib4/THC3gAWtESI/AAAAAAAAABI/LqbauWmqPaU/S220/BAN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265444953533587984.post-7903265269251625721</id><published>2010-12-11T11:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T11:31:17.695-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We crash</title><content type='html'>and burned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like I knew we would. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a shame.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265444953533587984-7903265269251625721?l=thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7KTBEFroib4/THC3gAWtESI/AAAAAAAAABI/LqbauWmqPaU/S220/BAN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265444953533587984.post-5454690733329452830</id><published>2010-12-09T15:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T15:16:40.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>aysayako</title><content type='html'>"The biggest mistake you can make&lt;br /&gt;is to drift apart from someone&lt;br /&gt;whom you once&lt;br /&gt;had the time of your life with"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265444953533587984-5454690733329452830?l=thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/feeds/5454690733329452830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/2010/12/aysayako.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265444953533587984/posts/default/5454690733329452830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265444953533587984/posts/default/5454690733329452830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/2010/12/aysayako.html' title='aysayako'/><author><name>allisonpaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01612909999101635795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7KTBEFroib4/THC3gAWtESI/AAAAAAAAABI/LqbauWmqPaU/S220/BAN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265444953533587984.post-5894467366412743502</id><published>2010-12-01T19:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T19:43:06.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>it hurts</title><content type='html'>seeing you walk right past me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched it today,&lt;br /&gt;for the first time I didn't put my head down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made the right decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With time, I hope that we can sit down together.&lt;br /&gt;Not to glue together broken pieces,&lt;br /&gt;there's just so much I still needed to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you read this.&lt;br /&gt;I have a feeling you still do.&lt;br /&gt;I still think about the fight every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry and I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With time, I'd like to see your face&lt;br /&gt;simply to tell you,&lt;br /&gt;I loved you like a sibling.&lt;br /&gt;You became a second me.&lt;br /&gt;And even though it wasn't shown,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;it really did hurt.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265444953533587984-5894467366412743502?l=thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/feeds/5894467366412743502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/2010/12/it-hurts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265444953533587984/posts/default/5894467366412743502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265444953533587984/posts/default/5894467366412743502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/2010/12/it-hurts.html' title='it hurts'/><author><name>allisonpaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01612909999101635795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7KTBEFroib4/THC3gAWtESI/AAAAAAAAABI/LqbauWmqPaU/S220/BAN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265444953533587984.post-235886188141585931</id><published>2010-11-17T13:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T13:30:58.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Scatter me across the sky&lt;br /&gt;I'll shine all night &lt;br /&gt;And just like a star &lt;br /&gt;I'll fall for you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will crash and burn,&lt;br /&gt;just like the others...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now,&lt;br /&gt;I feel on top of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's be something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265444953533587984-235886188141585931?l=thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/feeds/235886188141585931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/2010/11/scatter-me-across-sky-ill-shine-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265444953533587984/posts/default/235886188141585931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265444953533587984/posts/default/235886188141585931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/2010/11/scatter-me-across-sky-ill-shine-all.html' title=''/><author><name>allisonpaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01612909999101635795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7KTBEFroib4/THC3gAWtESI/AAAAAAAAABI/LqbauWmqPaU/S220/BAN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265444953533587984.post-5746943534317649033</id><published>2010-11-15T17:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T17:21:10.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss you</title><content type='html'>and you&lt;br /&gt;and you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are changing so quickly&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I've been reborn &lt;br /&gt;I see everything so purely now&lt;br /&gt;Even though I have&lt;br /&gt;eyes wide shut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been seeing You &lt;br /&gt;in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;day dreams &lt;br /&gt;I miss you&lt;br /&gt;your fingertips&lt;br /&gt;your tongue&lt;br /&gt;your eyes&lt;br /&gt;your scent&lt;br /&gt;naturally, I still think of you.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I still love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been seeing You&lt;br /&gt;in a fleeting manner&lt;br /&gt;when you have the time&lt;br /&gt;I miss you more and more each day&lt;br /&gt;You get older and older each day&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to lose you&lt;br /&gt;our bond.&lt;br /&gt;Stay forever young with me&lt;br /&gt;nights at the basketball courts&lt;br /&gt;marlboro butts smooshed in a circle around us.&lt;br /&gt;I've been seeing you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you.&lt;br /&gt;I've been seeing You.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, boy I've known for three years.&lt;br /&gt;You've been there for me,&lt;br /&gt;stood up for me&lt;br /&gt;and listened to me at my worst.&lt;br /&gt;You've nuzzled yourself into my heart lately&lt;br /&gt;warm and trustworthy&lt;br /&gt;I collapse into you.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow you are detached though,&lt;br /&gt;to me something's missing.&lt;br /&gt;My all is what I will give to you,&lt;br /&gt;just say the words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265444953533587984-5746943534317649033?l=thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/feeds/5746943534317649033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-miss-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265444953533587984/posts/default/5746943534317649033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265444953533587984/posts/default/5746943534317649033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-miss-you.html' title='I miss you'/><author><name>allisonpaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01612909999101635795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7KTBEFroib4/THC3gAWtESI/AAAAAAAAABI/LqbauWmqPaU/S220/BAN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265444953533587984.post-1368697604262078422</id><published>2010-11-05T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T15:02:20.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>realizations, pt. 2</title><content type='html'>Over the course of 4 years,&lt;br /&gt;I've experienced a whole lotta shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've hated&lt;br /&gt;I've loved&lt;br /&gt;I've lost&lt;br /&gt;I've won&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And every experience I've had,&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't trade for the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because as I'm sitting here and writing this,&lt;br /&gt;the people &lt;br /&gt;I've kept...&lt;br /&gt;the ones I've fought for...&lt;br /&gt;They matter,&lt;br /&gt;they build me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am myself,&lt;br /&gt;I've finally found that connection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most importantly, &lt;br /&gt;I'm content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am at peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265444953533587984-1368697604262078422?l=thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/feeds/1368697604262078422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/2010/11/realizations-pt-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265444953533587984/posts/default/1368697604262078422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265444953533587984/posts/default/1368697604262078422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/2010/11/realizations-pt-2.html' title='realizations, pt. 2'/><author><name>allisonpaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01612909999101635795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7KTBEFroib4/THC3gAWtESI/AAAAAAAAABI/LqbauWmqPaU/S220/BAN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265444953533587984.post-7566666104945044155</id><published>2010-11-03T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T16:57:47.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'>exhale</title><content type='html'>Breathing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's such a blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It tells stories&lt;br /&gt;and changes feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It keeps us alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breathing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It reminds me that I'm still here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It proves that&lt;br /&gt;my world isn't ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It keeps me from going crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breathing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It blocked out the negatives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It kept my white knuckles&lt;br /&gt;firm by my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It keeps me from crossing lines.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265444953533587984-7566666104945044155?l=thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/feeds/7566666104945044155/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7KTBEFroib4/THC3gAWtESI/AAAAAAAAABI/LqbauWmqPaU/S220/BAN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265444953533587984.post-2670747280686679688</id><published>2010-11-01T18:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T18:03:33.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>catfaces</title><content type='html'>"One more thing for you and I to do before &lt;br /&gt;We shut our eyes, and that's blame &lt;br /&gt;Me and I'll blame you, and we're both right."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265444953533587984-2670747280686679688?l=thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/feeds/2670747280686679688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/2010/11/catfaces.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265444953533587984/posts/default/2670747280686679688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265444953533587984/posts/default/2670747280686679688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/2010/11/catfaces.html' title='catfaces'/><author><name>allisonpaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01612909999101635795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7KTBEFroib4/THC3gAWtESI/AAAAAAAAABI/LqbauWmqPaU/S220/BAN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265444953533587984.post-7303257996939689164</id><published>2010-10-28T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T18:51:06.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>karma</title><content type='html'>go shit on someone else for once&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god damnit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my teeth are gonna turn to dust&lt;br /&gt;from all this gritting they're doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm workin' on the good&lt;br /&gt;I'm tryin' my damn best&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265444953533587984-7303257996939689164?l=thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/feeds/7303257996939689164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/2010/10/karma.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265444953533587984/posts/default/7303257996939689164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265444953533587984/posts/default/7303257996939689164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/2010/10/karma.html' title='karma'/><author><name>allisonpaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01612909999101635795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7KTBEFroib4/THC3gAWtESI/AAAAAAAAABI/LqbauWmqPaU/S220/BAN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265444953533587984.post-5604507803921535921</id><published>2010-10-27T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T13:27:29.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Consider myself temporary.</title><content type='html'>I am pushed.&lt;br /&gt;Pushed away after giving my all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart on my sleeve&lt;br /&gt;as well as in my hands,&lt;br /&gt;which stay outstretched towards you...&lt;br /&gt;always will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your name,&lt;br /&gt;an automatic cause and effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyelids slam shut,&lt;br /&gt;faster than one might imagine.&lt;br /&gt;Holding back what you bring out of me...&lt;br /&gt;the worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if my foolish efforts,&lt;br /&gt;to hold back a trail from my right eye&lt;br /&gt;will change how you feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curled in a ball,&lt;br /&gt;I run the tips of my fingers&lt;br /&gt;across the fibers on my floor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Impatiently waiting,&lt;br /&gt;waiting for a sign,&lt;br /&gt;something that tells me to get back up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the darkness,&lt;br /&gt;red dashes form numbers,&lt;br /&gt;reminding me that at 3 in the morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;no sign will come.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world may as well be dead at this hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I may as well be dead at this hour.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265444953533587984-5604507803921535921?l=thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/feeds/5604507803921535921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/2010/10/consider-myself-temporary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265444953533587984/posts/default/5604507803921535921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265444953533587984/posts/default/5604507803921535921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/2010/10/consider-myself-temporary.html' title='Consider myself temporary.'/><author><name>allisonpaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01612909999101635795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7KTBEFroib4/THC3gAWtESI/AAAAAAAAABI/LqbauWmqPaU/S220/BAN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265444953533587984.post-8892146059330818677</id><published>2010-10-13T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T18:38:23.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>midweek</title><content type='html'>dead&lt;br /&gt;desperation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel&lt;br /&gt;emotions&lt;br /&gt;not only my own,&lt;br /&gt;but others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a side of me &lt;br /&gt;no one's ever seen&lt;br /&gt;it's taking over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it terrifies me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like being alone in the dark&lt;br /&gt;like seeing a rapist in your doorway&lt;br /&gt;like an abusive parent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this side of me is my one true fear&lt;br /&gt;and it's coming out of its cage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fear: a distressing emotion aroused by impending danger, evil, pain.&lt;br /&gt;permanent fear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265444953533587984-8892146059330818677?l=thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/feeds/8892146059330818677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/2010/10/midweek.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265444953533587984/posts/default/8892146059330818677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265444953533587984/posts/default/8892146059330818677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/2010/10/midweek.html' title='midweek'/><author><name>allisonpaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01612909999101635795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7KTBEFroib4/THC3gAWtESI/AAAAAAAAABI/LqbauWmqPaU/S220/BAN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265444953533587984.post-7140327046938420988</id><published>2010-10-12T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T13:31:01.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a sunday smile</title><content type='html'>I remember&lt;br /&gt;a feeling unknown&lt;br /&gt;falling in love&lt;br /&gt;and not to my knowledge &lt;br /&gt;utter chaos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember&lt;br /&gt;our first intentions&lt;br /&gt;and how they changed&lt;br /&gt;so completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember &lt;br /&gt;the pure connection I felt&lt;br /&gt;like it wasn't our first time&lt;br /&gt;and how it seemed that we melted&lt;br /&gt;into one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember &lt;br /&gt;the worry setting in&lt;br /&gt;tears welling on my lower lashes&lt;br /&gt;and how they were trained&lt;br /&gt;not to fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember &lt;br /&gt;the fear I felt&lt;br /&gt;when you looked into my iris'&lt;br /&gt;and said you loved me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That fear pushes &lt;br /&gt;and pulls me &lt;br /&gt;away and into you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You.&lt;br /&gt;Us.&lt;br /&gt;It's something completely different&lt;br /&gt;You'll be my everything one second&lt;br /&gt;and the next I'm prepared to pretend&lt;br /&gt;pretend that you never once entered my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's awfully confusing but at the same time&lt;br /&gt;I'm so in love with it&lt;br /&gt;This controlled switch of emotions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are here to ruin me&lt;br /&gt;You will try&lt;br /&gt;and succeed for a few minutes&lt;br /&gt;Then I will go&lt;br /&gt;and be this refreshed human&lt;br /&gt;happy as an innocent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember &lt;br /&gt;words&lt;br /&gt;phrases&lt;br /&gt;that you've said to many girls&lt;br /&gt;foolish ones&lt;br /&gt;and now there's me&lt;br /&gt;Allison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be the one to show you change&lt;br /&gt;I will be the one to turn your world upside down&lt;br /&gt;and if not that&lt;br /&gt;than your world will remain the same.&lt;br /&gt;If this is so,&lt;br /&gt;I wish you the very best&lt;br /&gt;for you will not see a day so bright&lt;br /&gt;a smile so bright&lt;br /&gt;you will not hear a voice so pure&lt;br /&gt;words so sincere&lt;br /&gt;ever again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You pushed&lt;br /&gt;and I flew.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265444953533587984-7140327046938420988?l=thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7KTBEFroib4/THC3gAWtESI/AAAAAAAAABI/LqbauWmqPaU/S220/BAN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265444953533587984.post-2706121765017402940</id><published>2010-10-01T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T15:37:04.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"and I've been getting high</title><content type='html'>just to balance out the lows."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if you're offering me&lt;br /&gt;the world&lt;br /&gt;or &lt;br /&gt;the sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared to get burned.&lt;br /&gt;You know you hold that opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to fade this out&lt;br /&gt;You as a blur is the best way to survive this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265444953533587984-2706121765017402940?l=thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/feeds/2706121765017402940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/2010/10/and-ive-been-getting-high.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265444953533587984/posts/default/2706121765017402940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265444953533587984/posts/default/2706121765017402940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/2010/10/and-ive-been-getting-high.html' title='&quot;and I&apos;ve been getting high'/><author><name>allisonpaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01612909999101635795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7KTBEFroib4/THC3gAWtESI/AAAAAAAAABI/LqbauWmqPaU/S220/BAN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265444953533587984.post-4897661348145042582</id><published>2010-09-20T13:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T13:22:56.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>title this, my love</title><content type='html'>somehow&lt;br /&gt;you've set explosives&lt;br /&gt;all up and down the walls &lt;br /&gt;the walls of my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the heat from the explosion&lt;br /&gt;melted that blood pumpin' organ&lt;br /&gt;and now this pure happiness&lt;br /&gt;is pouring through my body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel you from head to toe&lt;br /&gt;I feel your love&lt;br /&gt;flowing through my every square inch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I'm floating in mid air&lt;br /&gt;looking down on everyone &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;except&lt;br /&gt;for&lt;br /&gt;you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coz you're right there with me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265444953533587984-4897661348145042582?l=thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/feeds/4897661348145042582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/2010/09/title-this-my-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265444953533587984/posts/default/4897661348145042582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265444953533587984/posts/default/4897661348145042582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/2010/09/title-this-my-love.html' title='title this, my love'/><author><name>allisonpaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01612909999101635795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7KTBEFroib4/THC3gAWtESI/AAAAAAAAABI/LqbauWmqPaU/S220/BAN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265444953533587984.post-558181790498761859</id><published>2010-09-12T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T13:40:41.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"you can count me like 1, 2, 3</title><content type='html'>I'll be there&lt;br /&gt;And I know when I need it I can count on you like 4 3 2&lt;br /&gt;And you'll be there&lt;br /&gt;Cause that's what friends are supposed to do"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you've changed&lt;br /&gt;don't stay like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you've lost your humor&lt;br /&gt;and you bring me down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here to help&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 years won't be long enough&lt;br /&gt;when august rolls around&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265444953533587984-558181790498761859?l=thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/feeds/558181790498761859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/2010/09/you-can-count-me-like-1-2-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265444953533587984/posts/default/558181790498761859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265444953533587984/posts/default/558181790498761859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/2010/09/you-can-count-me-like-1-2-3.html' title='&quot;you can count me like 1, 2, 3'/><author><name>allisonpaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01612909999101635795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7KTBEFroib4/THC3gAWtESI/AAAAAAAAABI/LqbauWmqPaU/S220/BAN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265444953533587984.post-169857280442344843</id><published>2010-09-09T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T15:28:04.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"If you go, you know I'm coming with you</title><content type='html'>blind, bound by love."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How deceiving &lt;br /&gt;emotions can be&lt;br /&gt;How wrong&lt;br /&gt;brutal honesty is now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blame game stands no chance&lt;br /&gt;I can play all night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The true criminal is &lt;br /&gt;the person inside us&lt;br /&gt;pulling the strings&lt;br /&gt;telling us how we feel&lt;br /&gt;or maybe even leading us to&lt;br /&gt;believe what we should feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karma stands no chance&lt;br /&gt;I've had shit luck all my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am what I am because of it.&lt;br /&gt;I've learned to accept me&lt;br /&gt;and embrace my flaws.&lt;br /&gt;I am a canvas in progress&lt;br /&gt;in which many people paint upon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265444953533587984-169857280442344843?l=thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/feeds/169857280442344843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/2010/09/if-you-go-you-know-im-coming-with-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265444953533587984/posts/default/169857280442344843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265444953533587984/posts/default/169857280442344843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/2010/09/if-you-go-you-know-im-coming-with-you.html' title='&quot;If you go, you know I&apos;m coming with you'/><author><name>allisonpaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01612909999101635795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7KTBEFroib4/THC3gAWtESI/AAAAAAAAABI/LqbauWmqPaU/S220/BAN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265444953533587984.post-7767094828948343650</id><published>2010-09-06T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T14:10:09.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'>глаза</title><content type='html'>It started with your sleepy eyes&lt;br /&gt;Then that enticing accent&lt;br /&gt;There was a barrier &lt;br /&gt;a she&lt;br /&gt;but Yuengling called our names&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started with my devious smile after jokes&lt;br /&gt;Then the way you told me of the "consequences"&lt;br /&gt;Somehow the gap between our seating arrangements, closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like a real R, vodka shots all around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started with your libidinous eyes&lt;br /&gt;and how your hands flowed across the curve of my backside&lt;br /&gt;then your greedy fingertips, applying pressure &lt;br /&gt;pressure in all the right places&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started with your lips parting over my earlobe&lt;br /&gt;whispering promises &lt;br /&gt;then your grip on my scalp&lt;br /&gt;pulling my head back to the stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started with frozen fingertips&lt;br /&gt;a hunger of sorts&lt;br /&gt;heat far from the fire&lt;br /&gt;muffled sighs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mixed languages or perfection&lt;br /&gt;consider my mind...blown.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265444953533587984-7767094828948343650?l=thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/feeds/7767094828948343650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265444953533587984/posts/default/7767094828948343650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265444953533587984/posts/default/7767094828948343650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post.html' title='глаза'/><author><name>allisonpaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01612909999101635795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7KTBEFroib4/THC3gAWtESI/AAAAAAAAABI/LqbauWmqPaU/S220/BAN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265444953533587984.post-8158713478689933084</id><published>2010-09-03T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T12:23:28.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>your friends</title><content type='html'>and your opinionated ways&lt;br /&gt;are the reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anymore&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265444953533587984-8158713478689933084?l=thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/feeds/8158713478689933084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/2010/09/your-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265444953533587984/posts/default/8158713478689933084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265444953533587984/posts/default/8158713478689933084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/2010/09/your-friends.html' title='your friends'/><author><name>allisonpaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01612909999101635795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7KTBEFroib4/THC3gAWtESI/AAAAAAAAABI/LqbauWmqPaU/S220/BAN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265444953533587984.post-2839936005904653950</id><published>2010-09-02T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T13:31:19.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I felt you in my legs before I even met you</title><content type='html'>This is a pre-blog&lt;br /&gt;Because the shit storm about to ensue &lt;br /&gt;well, it needs an introduction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is it.&lt;br /&gt;Buckle your seatbelts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265444953533587984-2839936005904653950?l=thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/feeds/2839936005904653950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-felt-you-in-my-legs-before-i-even-met.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265444953533587984/posts/default/2839936005904653950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265444953533587984/posts/default/2839936005904653950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-felt-you-in-my-legs-before-i-even-met.html' title='I felt you in my legs before I even met you'/><author><name>allisonpaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01612909999101635795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7KTBEFroib4/THC3gAWtESI/AAAAAAAAABI/LqbauWmqPaU/S220/BAN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265444953533587984.post-7135601607166445294</id><published>2010-08-28T09:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T09:13:44.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My blog</title><content type='html'>usually calls to me&lt;br /&gt;allows me to write from the core&lt;br /&gt;to explain my recent depressions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not write for a while...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265444953533587984-7135601607166445294?l=thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/feeds/7135601607166445294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265444953533587984/posts/default/7135601607166445294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265444953533587984/posts/default/7135601607166445294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-blog.html' title='My blog'/><author><name>allisonpaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01612909999101635795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7KTBEFroib4/THC3gAWtESI/AAAAAAAAABI/LqbauWmqPaU/S220/BAN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265444953533587984.post-5314334689189501937</id><published>2010-08-27T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T17:11:26.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>risk</title><content type='html'>you are a four letter word&lt;br /&gt;you swim through my veins&lt;br /&gt;you cause my fingers to tremble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am scared&lt;br /&gt;I am trusting in you&lt;br /&gt;I know you can't hurt me&lt;br /&gt;but this is huge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my risk.&lt;br /&gt;You are my love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265444953533587984-5314334689189501937?l=thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/feeds/5314334689189501937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/2010/08/risk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265444953533587984/posts/default/5314334689189501937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265444953533587984/posts/default/5314334689189501937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/2010/08/risk.html' title='risk'/><author><name>allisonpaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01612909999101635795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7KTBEFroib4/THC3gAWtESI/AAAAAAAAABI/LqbauWmqPaU/S220/BAN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265444953533587984.post-1004483701013394449</id><published>2010-08-26T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T14:07:36.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I hear your words</title><content type='html'>echoing through my phone&lt;br /&gt;I hear everything you're saying&lt;br /&gt;believe me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tell me to see what you see&lt;br /&gt;my eyes, they are very much open&lt;br /&gt;believe me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't put yourself in my shoes&lt;br /&gt;Don't try to help&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see love in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;but what do you see in mine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer is clear.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what you see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265444953533587984-1004483701013394449?l=thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/feeds/1004483701013394449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-hear-your-words.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265444953533587984/posts/default/1004483701013394449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265444953533587984/posts/default/1004483701013394449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-hear-your-words.html' title='I hear your words'/><author><name>allisonpaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01612909999101635795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7KTBEFroib4/THC3gAWtESI/AAAAAAAAABI/LqbauWmqPaU/S220/BAN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265444953533587984.post-8697511938021588037</id><published>2010-08-24T15:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T15:50:06.007-07:00</updated><title type='text'>agh</title><content type='html'>"Why do you do this to me?&lt;br /&gt;Why do you do this so easily?&lt;br /&gt;You make it hard to smile because&lt;br /&gt;You make it hard to breathe&lt;br /&gt;Why do you do this to me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you bailed again&lt;br /&gt;I'm crying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I needed to see you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265444953533587984-8697511938021588037?l=thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/feeds/8697511938021588037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/2010/08/agh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265444953533587984/posts/default/8697511938021588037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265444953533587984/posts/default/8697511938021588037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/2010/08/agh.html' title='agh'/><author><name>allisonpaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01612909999101635795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7KTBEFroib4/THC3gAWtESI/AAAAAAAAABI/LqbauWmqPaU/S220/BAN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265444953533587984.post-8204348278979077194</id><published>2010-08-23T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T20:58:15.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>why</title><content type='html'>I feel so deceived&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have you done but created a monster?&lt;br /&gt;How could you put me through this kind of pain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my guiding light&lt;br /&gt;You were, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265444953533587984-8204348278979077194?l=thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/feeds/8204348278979077194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/2010/08/why.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265444953533587984/posts/default/8204348278979077194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265444953533587984/posts/default/8204348278979077194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/2010/08/why.html' title='why'/><author><name>allisonpaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01612909999101635795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7KTBEFroib4/THC3gAWtESI/AAAAAAAAABI/LqbauWmqPaU/S220/BAN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265444953533587984.post-2685894807706857067</id><published>2010-08-23T16:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T19:14:53.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>snowflake</title><content type='html'>this is your name now&lt;br /&gt;because I spend all year waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;and once you fall&lt;br /&gt;I catch you&lt;br /&gt;and you melt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then I wait a whole 'nother year&lt;br /&gt;only to repeat my actions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when will I learn?&lt;br /&gt;when the seasons stop changing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...at least rain is reoccurring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265444953533587984-2685894807706857067?l=thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/feeds/2685894807706857067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/2010/08/snowflake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265444953533587984/posts/default/2685894807706857067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265444953533587984/posts/default/2685894807706857067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/2010/08/snowflake.html' title='snowflake'/><author><name>allisonpaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01612909999101635795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7KTBEFroib4/THC3gAWtESI/AAAAAAAAABI/LqbauWmqPaU/S220/BAN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265444953533587984.post-8025256322368678444</id><published>2010-08-22T20:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T20:28:39.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>go away</title><content type='html'>you sick&lt;br /&gt;diseased&lt;br /&gt;malcontent&lt;br /&gt;bastardly&lt;br /&gt;creature&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop building a home&lt;br /&gt;inside my lungs&lt;br /&gt;my heart &lt;br /&gt;my liver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm rotting away&lt;br /&gt;this is your fault&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only it was a two way mirror&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265444953533587984-8025256322368678444?l=thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/feeds/8025256322368678444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/2010/08/go-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265444953533587984/posts/default/8025256322368678444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265444953533587984/posts/default/8025256322368678444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/2010/08/go-away.html' title='go away'/><author><name>allisonpaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01612909999101635795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7KTBEFroib4/THC3gAWtESI/AAAAAAAAABI/LqbauWmqPaU/S220/BAN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265444953533587984.post-2567563876625513012</id><published>2010-08-22T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T18:04:29.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>let the self loathing ensue</title><content type='html'>I wish I could shred the guitar&lt;br /&gt;or be where you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walk a mile in my shoes &lt;br /&gt;see all the pity screws&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see no end&lt;br /&gt;just this heart to mend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I'm tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it seems this house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not my home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265444953533587984-2567563876625513012?l=thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/feeds/2567563876625513012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/2010/08/let-self-loathing-ensue.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265444953533587984/posts/default/2567563876625513012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265444953533587984/posts/default/2567563876625513012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/2010/08/let-self-loathing-ensue.html' title='let the self loathing ensue'/><author><name>allisonpaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01612909999101635795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7KTBEFroib4/THC3gAWtESI/AAAAAAAAABI/LqbauWmqPaU/S220/BAN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265444953533587984.post-7491172189975967069</id><published>2010-08-21T11:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T11:08:30.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>untitled</title><content type='html'>I had a dream&lt;br /&gt;involving a tidal wave&lt;br /&gt;it crushed me&lt;br /&gt;tossed and turned me&lt;br /&gt;and when I went to reach for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you walked away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265444953533587984-7491172189975967069?l=thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/feeds/7491172189975967069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/2010/08/untitled.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265444953533587984/posts/default/7491172189975967069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265444953533587984/posts/default/7491172189975967069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/2010/08/untitled.html' title='untitled'/><author><name>allisonpaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01612909999101635795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7KTBEFroib4/THC3gAWtESI/AAAAAAAAABI/LqbauWmqPaU/S220/BAN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265444953533587984.post-2067850217318026842</id><published>2010-08-17T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T21:17:43.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I need you...like a lighthouse on a coast</title><content type='html'>So long I've waited for these words,&lt;br /&gt;my love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So very long I've been waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've doubted myself&lt;br /&gt;and us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I knew deep down we belong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are my guide&lt;br /&gt;you are my light&lt;br /&gt;and I am so drawn to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How cruel your timing is,&lt;br /&gt;not to me &lt;br /&gt;but a distant lover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How cruel I do feel&lt;br /&gt;How selfish I may seem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but this decision has been made from the start&lt;br /&gt;I just had to hear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sweetie, I thought about it. I told you I couldn't see you anymore cause I was scared. But you're it. You make the most sense to me. I see you every night when I close my eyes. I love you, be all mine?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265444953533587984-2067850217318026842?l=thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/feeds/2067850217318026842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-need-youlike-lighthouse-on-coast.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265444953533587984/posts/default/2067850217318026842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265444953533587984/posts/default/2067850217318026842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-need-youlike-lighthouse-on-coast.html' title='I need you...like a lighthouse on a coast'/><author><name>allisonpaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01612909999101635795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7KTBEFroib4/THC3gAWtESI/AAAAAAAAABI/LqbauWmqPaU/S220/BAN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265444953533587984.post-8555111859966632598</id><published>2010-08-10T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T13:46:34.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I need you...like a needle needs a vein.</title><content type='html'>Everytime I see you&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I feel you&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I hug you&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I kiss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes close and&lt;br /&gt;something in the back of my head...&lt;br /&gt;it clicks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the warmth flow through my veins&lt;br /&gt;through my nerves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allow the butterflies to take off&lt;br /&gt;Allow my smile to spread ear to ear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you say my name&lt;br /&gt;I feel your voice gliding through my body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're by my side&lt;br /&gt;I find myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all this confusion&lt;br /&gt;After all the pain &lt;br /&gt;After all the desperation for a light&lt;br /&gt;You appeared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I see glimpses of who I am&lt;br /&gt;I see it in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've said it before&lt;br /&gt;"You bring out the best in me."&lt;br /&gt;But for once, I mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you taught me who me is &lt;br /&gt;without saying a word&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265444953533587984-8555111859966632598?l=thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7KTBEFroib4/THC3gAWtESI/AAAAAAAAABI/LqbauWmqPaU/S220/BAN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265444953533587984.post-7563259150467060976</id><published>2010-08-10T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T12:18:05.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SHIT! nothing makes sense!</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;So I won't think about it&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these decisions&lt;br /&gt;they come at the worst of times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these decisions&lt;br /&gt;they can be called foolish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;safety or it's opposite?&lt;br /&gt;how can I even ask this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am such a fool...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;such a fool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265444953533587984-7563259150467060976?l=thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/feeds/7563259150467060976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/2010/08/shit-nothing-makes-sense.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265444953533587984/posts/default/7563259150467060976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265444953533587984/posts/default/7563259150467060976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/2010/08/shit-nothing-makes-sense.html' title='SHIT! nothing makes 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trying to open my heart&lt;br /&gt;I know you'll take good care of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I'm too scared to tell you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265444953533587984-3040721295624737517?l=thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/feeds/3040721295624737517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-am-beyond-terrified.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265444953533587984/posts/default/3040721295624737517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265444953533587984/posts/default/3040721295624737517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-am-beyond-terrified.html' title='I am beyond terrified'/><author><name>allisonpaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01612909999101635795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7KTBEFroib4/THC3gAWtESI/AAAAAAAAABI/LqbauWmqPaU/S220/BAN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265444953533587984.post-8973551173910082923</id><published>2010-08-05T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T20:52:14.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kissing the curve of your clavicle</title><content type='html'>I imagine your hands&lt;br /&gt;tracing every inch of me&lt;br /&gt;rearranging strands of my hair&lt;br /&gt;finding their way to the nape of my neck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I imagine being pulled in close to you&lt;br /&gt;the touch of your hand on my lower back&lt;br /&gt;the craving of being even closer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I imagine the intensity of us&lt;br /&gt;the heat between our two bodies&lt;br /&gt;the satisfaction of your breath on my skin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My imagination runs wild with ideas.&lt;br /&gt;I turn them into wishes&lt;br /&gt;and you've become one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265444953533587984-8973551173910082923?l=thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/feeds/8973551173910082923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/2010/08/kissing-curve-of-your-clavicle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265444953533587984/posts/default/8973551173910082923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265444953533587984/posts/default/8973551173910082923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/2010/08/kissing-curve-of-your-clavicle.html' title='kissing the curve of your clavicle'/><author><name>allisonpaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01612909999101635795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7KTBEFroib4/THC3gAWtESI/AAAAAAAAABI/LqbauWmqPaU/S220/BAN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265444953533587984.post-8594684796427795518</id><published>2010-08-05T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T15:36:29.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>but you will see what is wrong with everything, what is wrong with you and me</title><content type='html'>I don't know what it is about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't seem to decipher the feeling you give me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put songs about love on repeat&lt;br /&gt;I sing them with all my heart&lt;br /&gt;I dance in my room&lt;br /&gt;I stare at the stars&lt;br /&gt;I look at trees silhouetting in the skyline&lt;br /&gt;and I think of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've renovated my outlook on life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one builds me up the way you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to believe...&lt;br /&gt;trying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265444953533587984-8594684796427795518?l=thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/feeds/8594684796427795518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/2010/08/but-you-will-see-what-is-wrong-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265444953533587984/posts/default/8594684796427795518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265444953533587984/posts/default/8594684796427795518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/2010/08/but-you-will-see-what-is-wrong-with.html' title='but you will see what is wrong with everything, what is wrong with you and me'/><author><name>allisonpaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01612909999101635795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7KTBEFroib4/THC3gAWtESI/AAAAAAAAABI/LqbauWmqPaU/S220/BAN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265444953533587984.post-7186090626713661006</id><published>2010-07-30T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T18:57:47.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I had tangles in my hair, but you make me feel so pretty.</title><content type='html'>You make me so happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I relay our memories all night long&lt;br /&gt;playing like motion pictures behind my eyelids&lt;br /&gt;the grin you love so much, sprawled across my face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forecast every hug before you arrive on my doorstep&lt;br /&gt;I picture your hands sliding around my curves &lt;br /&gt;like its the first time we've touched in years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you&lt;br /&gt;your familiar scent&lt;br /&gt;the faint taste of fresh rolled cigarettes...&lt;br /&gt;I pick it up every time I lick my lips after we kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our situation, it's complicated&lt;br /&gt;but you, you simplify my life&lt;br /&gt;and I want nothing more&lt;br /&gt;no one more &lt;br /&gt;than you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love nothing more&lt;br /&gt;no one more&lt;br /&gt;than you, right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You give me hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265444953533587984-7186090626713661006?l=thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/feeds/7186090626713661006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-had-tangles-in-my-hair-but-you-make.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265444953533587984/posts/default/7186090626713661006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265444953533587984/posts/default/7186090626713661006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-had-tangles-in-my-hair-but-you-make.html' title='I had tangles in my hair, but you make me feel so pretty.'/><author><name>allisonpaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01612909999101635795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7KTBEFroib4/THC3gAWtESI/AAAAAAAAABI/LqbauWmqPaU/S220/BAN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265444953533587984.post-3793483950665975493</id><published>2010-07-28T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T23:16:12.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stop walking away, god damnit.</title><content type='html'>It's been almost 2 years, sweetheart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've become impatient&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, she is your comfort&lt;br /&gt;your familiarity &lt;br /&gt;your safety&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I will be all that and more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel as if I have to advertise myself to you&lt;br /&gt;assure you that I am me and you'd crave me every night&lt;br /&gt;you'd yearn and turn and call out my name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;you, stupid stupid boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to scream it,&lt;br /&gt;louder than I've ever screamed before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265444953533587984-3793483950665975493?l=thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/feeds/3793483950665975493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/2010/07/stop-walking-away-god-damnit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265444953533587984/posts/default/3793483950665975493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265444953533587984/posts/default/3793483950665975493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/2010/07/stop-walking-away-god-damnit.html' title='stop walking away, god damnit.'/><author><name>allisonpaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01612909999101635795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7KTBEFroib4/THC3gAWtESI/AAAAAAAAABI/LqbauWmqPaU/S220/BAN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265444953533587984.post-4564356190174825916</id><published>2010-07-25T00:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T00:11:47.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish I could take popcorn to the moon and watch the world destroy itself</title><content type='html'>of course, I'd only go if you did to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because&lt;br /&gt;as pathetic as it may be&lt;br /&gt;I'd stand right by your side as the world caved in upon itself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you don't know&lt;br /&gt;or you do &lt;br /&gt;but you don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to forget you&lt;br /&gt;I want to hate you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately, you can't do both&lt;br /&gt;for if I am to forget you, I must cut all feelings&lt;br /&gt;but if I'm not strong enough, I will never forget you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another fear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid I'll never forget you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265444953533587984-4564356190174825916?l=thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/feeds/4564356190174825916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-wish-i-could-take-popcorn-to-moon-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265444953533587984/posts/default/4564356190174825916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265444953533587984/posts/default/4564356190174825916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-wish-i-could-take-popcorn-to-moon-and.html' title='I wish I could take popcorn to the moon and watch the world destroy itself'/><author><name>allisonpaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01612909999101635795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7KTBEFroib4/THC3gAWtESI/AAAAAAAAABI/LqbauWmqPaU/S220/BAN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265444953533587984.post-9188848208933288709</id><published>2010-07-21T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T21:04:06.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll move the mountains, if he wants them out of the way. Crazy he calls me. Sure, I'm crazy, crazy in love, I say.</title><content type='html'>Tonight&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I danced in a nautical themed dress&lt;br /&gt;I swirled around my room on the tips of my toes&lt;br /&gt;Billie Holiday encouraged every single twirl &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I danced with many emotions&lt;br /&gt;They swirled through me from my nose to the tips of my toes&lt;br /&gt;Billie Holiday influencing every single one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight&lt;br /&gt;Tonight&lt;br /&gt;Tonight&lt;br /&gt;Oh tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265444953533587984-9188848208933288709?l=thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/feeds/9188848208933288709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/2010/07/ill-move-mountains-if-he-wants-them-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265444953533587984/posts/default/9188848208933288709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265444953533587984/posts/default/9188848208933288709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/2010/07/ill-move-mountains-if-he-wants-them-out.html' title='I&apos;ll move the mountains, if he wants them out of the way. Crazy he calls me. Sure, I&apos;m crazy, crazy in love, I say.'/><author><name>allisonpaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01612909999101635795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7KTBEFroib4/THC3gAWtESI/AAAAAAAAABI/LqbauWmqPaU/S220/BAN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265444953533587984.post-5635990070980692883</id><published>2010-07-21T02:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T02:29:10.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>loathe me</title><content type='html'>I've become this time bomb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every bone in my body fractured&lt;br /&gt;and what was used to fill these cracks was nothing but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emotional sludge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I write like it'll fix things&lt;br /&gt;I write because they tell me to&lt;br /&gt;I write because I want you to see what you've done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am foolish to say I fear I won't be the same&lt;br /&gt;but who ever is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all everchanging and we are all letdowns...&lt;br /&gt;or should I speak for myself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a home but I am homeless.&lt;br /&gt;I have company but I am alone. &lt;br /&gt;Why do I feel so alone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Why must I feel so alone?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265444953533587984-5635990070980692883?l=thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/feeds/5635990070980692883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/2010/07/loathe-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265444953533587984/posts/default/5635990070980692883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265444953533587984/posts/default/5635990070980692883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/2010/07/loathe-me.html' title='loathe me'/><author><name>allisonpaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01612909999101635795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7KTBEFroib4/THC3gAWtESI/AAAAAAAAABI/LqbauWmqPaU/S220/BAN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265444953533587984.post-8677718484272010674</id><published>2010-07-19T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T16:18:40.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>when you close yours</title><content type='html'>it's been almost a year since&lt;br /&gt;a year since I so foolishly uttered that damn word from my mouth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and meant it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But suddenly, you've squirmed into my life again.&lt;br /&gt;After such a long time, such a very long lonesome time,&lt;br /&gt;you came back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Impeccable timing I might add.&lt;br /&gt;Not only do I find a relationship to already be had and other&lt;br /&gt;...options, might I say...&lt;br /&gt;but you bare news that rips me to shreds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't leave.&lt;br /&gt;I beg of you, &lt;b&gt;don't go&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd be so far.&lt;br /&gt;Too far to hold me til 4 in the morning&lt;br /&gt;to braid my hair til 4 in the morning&lt;br /&gt;to circle the dimples in my shoulders til 4 in the morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There would be no more star gazing with interlocked fingers&lt;br /&gt;no more whispering in my ear&lt;br /&gt;no more play fights&lt;br /&gt;no more playing with my hair til I fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;no more meaningful kisses on my cheeks, my forehead, my earlobes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't open my eyes to you tracing my jaw line&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't open my eyes to your familiar shadowy eyes&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't open my eyes to a boy who protects me from anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with all these realizations, I can only say&lt;br /&gt;If you must go, &lt;b&gt;go&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;But please, &lt;i&gt;see my eyes when you close yours&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My most surreal fear just may be coming true.&lt;br /&gt;I think I fell in love with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265444953533587984-8677718484272010674?l=thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/feeds/8677718484272010674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/2010/07/when-you-close-yours.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265444953533587984/posts/default/8677718484272010674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265444953533587984/posts/default/8677718484272010674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/2010/07/when-you-close-yours.html' title='when you close yours'/><author><name>allisonpaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01612909999101635795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7KTBEFroib4/THC3gAWtESI/AAAAAAAAABI/LqbauWmqPaU/S220/BAN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265444953533587984.post-2977434073514916252</id><published>2010-07-19T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T16:04:39.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>curiosity</title><content type='html'>I'm curious as to who actually reads these&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I know you, you should let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you understand me through this I'd probably love to be your friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no matter &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;how strange or how normal&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;I'd enjoy your company.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265444953533587984-2977434073514916252?l=thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/feeds/2977434073514916252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/2010/07/curiosity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265444953533587984/posts/default/2977434073514916252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265444953533587984/posts/default/2977434073514916252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/2010/07/curiosity.html' title='curiosity'/><author><name>allisonpaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01612909999101635795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7KTBEFroib4/THC3gAWtESI/AAAAAAAAABI/LqbauWmqPaU/S220/BAN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265444953533587984.post-6229628711342590295</id><published>2010-07-14T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T22:48:09.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'>beautiful</title><content type='html'>I dedicate this to you&lt;br /&gt;And I know you'll read this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe every word you say to me&lt;br /&gt;Even though it's crazy that you believe them to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel so small in this world when I talk to you&lt;br /&gt;I hope I return that feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colin James,&lt;br /&gt;You make me feel beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265444953533587984-6229628711342590295?l=thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/feeds/6229628711342590295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/2010/07/beautiful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265444953533587984/posts/default/6229628711342590295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265444953533587984/posts/default/6229628711342590295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/2010/07/beautiful.html' title='beautiful'/><author><name>allisonpaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01612909999101635795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7KTBEFroib4/THC3gAWtESI/AAAAAAAAABI/LqbauWmqPaU/S220/BAN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265444953533587984.post-7217204540802713823</id><published>2010-07-10T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T21:41:41.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Urge</title><content type='html'>crav·ing &lt;br /&gt;noun&lt;br /&gt;an intense, urgent, or abnormal desire or longing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they're back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate you when you're here&lt;br /&gt;I miss you when you're gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy medium?&lt;br /&gt;nowhere in sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop hurting me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265444953533587984-7217204540802713823?l=thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/feeds/7217204540802713823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/2010/07/urge.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265444953533587984/posts/default/7217204540802713823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265444953533587984/posts/default/7217204540802713823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/2010/07/urge.html' title='The Urge'/><author><name>allisonpaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01612909999101635795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7KTBEFroib4/THC3gAWtESI/AAAAAAAAABI/LqbauWmqPaU/S220/BAN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265444953533587984.post-2532583217202413878</id><published>2010-07-06T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T18:48:48.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ah, ouch.</title><content type='html'>This is it.&lt;br /&gt;This is the last time I'm gonna waste my time writing about our time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know we were friends&lt;br /&gt;but I craved you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You walked all over me.&lt;br /&gt;I was nothing but sympathetic and empathetic&lt;br /&gt;and now I'm done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not stand by any longer as you laugh and play your games with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farewell, sir.&lt;br /&gt;Though, that's what you hate being called.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265444953533587984-2532583217202413878?l=thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/feeds/2532583217202413878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/2010/07/ah-ouch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265444953533587984/posts/default/2532583217202413878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265444953533587984/posts/default/2532583217202413878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/2010/07/ah-ouch.html' title='ah, ouch.'/><author><name>allisonpaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01612909999101635795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7KTBEFroib4/THC3gAWtESI/AAAAAAAAABI/LqbauWmqPaU/S220/BAN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265444953533587984.post-2038774476746298498</id><published>2010-07-02T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T17:28:06.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"we touch, I feel a rush"</title><content type='html'>You know you're a good rapper when...&lt;br /&gt;you give me chills with your lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't a typical blog entry but it's semi-relative to my usual style.&lt;br /&gt;I just needed to express how amazed I am over Eminem's new album, Recovery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i n t e n s e lyrics&lt;br /&gt;seriously, struck me to the core.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Space Bound is my favorite track and I have to say&lt;br /&gt;the album's crazy inspiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to it :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265444953533587984-2038774476746298498?l=thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/feeds/2038774476746298498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/2010/07/we-touch-i-feel-rush.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265444953533587984/posts/default/2038774476746298498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265444953533587984/posts/default/2038774476746298498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/2010/07/we-touch-i-feel-rush.html' title='&quot;we touch, I feel a rush&quot;'/><author><name>allisonpaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01612909999101635795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7KTBEFroib4/THC3gAWtESI/AAAAAAAAABI/LqbauWmqPaU/S220/BAN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265444953533587984.post-2328747152452490142</id><published>2010-07-01T16:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T16:39:22.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ay dad...</title><content type='html'>Life without you here is pretty peaceful&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like shit 25 hours a day, 8 days a week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what you did,&lt;br /&gt;don't come  home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265444953533587984-2328747152452490142?l=thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/feeds/2328747152452490142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/2010/07/ay-dad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265444953533587984/posts/default/2328747152452490142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265444953533587984/posts/default/2328747152452490142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/2010/07/ay-dad.html' title='ay dad...'/><author><name>allisonpaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01612909999101635795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7KTBEFroib4/THC3gAWtESI/AAAAAAAAABI/LqbauWmqPaU/S220/BAN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265444953533587984.post-2900148522340443753</id><published>2010-06-29T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T19:44:46.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To my dear monster.</title><content type='html'>"you are my canvas, ill paint my love all over you  &lt;br /&gt;i will pour my soul onto you, my pain, my happiness, my forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;ill cry with you, die with you, live with you&lt;br /&gt;you are my beautiful painting&lt;br /&gt;we will exist long after ive gone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You.&lt;br /&gt;You wrote this about me.&lt;br /&gt;Years ago, you never wanted me to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't love you anymore&lt;br /&gt;I don't really miss you anymore&lt;br /&gt;But I can't help to ask myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened?&lt;br /&gt;Where'd we go wrong? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved you&lt;br /&gt;I missed you&lt;br /&gt;I hate that the security of it all decided to vanish&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265444953533587984-2900148522340443753?l=thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/feeds/2900148522340443753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/2010/06/to-my-dear-monster.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265444953533587984/posts/default/2900148522340443753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265444953533587984/posts/default/2900148522340443753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/2010/06/to-my-dear-monster.html' title='To my dear monster.'/><author><name>allisonpaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01612909999101635795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7KTBEFroib4/THC3gAWtESI/AAAAAAAAABI/LqbauWmqPaU/S220/BAN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265444953533587984.post-445437504080286899</id><published>2010-06-29T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T10:21:02.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh, lifelessness.</title><content type='html'>Since the day I was born &lt;br /&gt;I knew I would never actually live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 years of dealing with a completely inhibited lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;It'll never change, either.&lt;br /&gt;I've made this relatively scheduled lifestyle,&lt;br /&gt;I've followed it so well that there's never been any really&lt;br /&gt;extreme vicissitudes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to live&lt;br /&gt;I want to live&lt;br /&gt;I want to live&lt;br /&gt;I want to live&lt;br /&gt;I want to live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I want to live&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265444953533587984-445437504080286899?l=thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/feeds/445437504080286899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/2010/06/oh-lifelessness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265444953533587984/posts/default/445437504080286899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265444953533587984/posts/default/445437504080286899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/2010/06/oh-lifelessness.html' title='oh, lifelessness.'/><author><name>allisonpaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01612909999101635795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7KTBEFroib4/THC3gAWtESI/AAAAAAAAABI/LqbauWmqPaU/S220/BAN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265444953533587984.post-1249956696875466911</id><published>2010-06-28T01:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T10:10:33.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pause</title><content type='html'>Something about your hug &lt;br /&gt;gives me the most secure feeling.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if it's your biceps flexing slightly around my shoulders&lt;br /&gt;or your hands and how they find their way to the small of my back.&lt;br /&gt;or even when you slide them into my pockets.&lt;br /&gt;It could be the way you push my hair back &lt;br /&gt;so you can nuzzle your nose in my neck&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the way you kiss my temples every time you pull me in&lt;br /&gt;Possibly how you laugh when I make my nommy noise and lightly bite you shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;Either way, I vanish into my own personal heaven when I'm held by you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265444953533587984-1249956696875466911?l=thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/feeds/1249956696875466911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/2010/06/pause.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265444953533587984/posts/default/1249956696875466911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265444953533587984/posts/default/1249956696875466911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/2010/06/pause.html' title='pause'/><author><name>allisonpaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01612909999101635795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7KTBEFroib4/THC3gAWtESI/AAAAAAAAABI/LqbauWmqPaU/S220/BAN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265444953533587984.post-4513911806719900191</id><published>2010-06-24T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T22:52:05.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its times like these...</title><content type='html'>It's times like these that I wish you could fulfill your duties as my "big spoon."&lt;br /&gt;It's times like these where I wish the miles upon miles that seperate us, diminished.&lt;br /&gt;It's times like these where &lt;br /&gt;I want to hear you say I love you&lt;br /&gt;I want to see your smile&lt;br /&gt;I want to feel your embrace&lt;br /&gt;I want to lay so close to you that we become one&lt;br /&gt;I want you to make me smile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you and that's saying the very least.&lt;br /&gt;I hate you for being so addictive.&lt;br /&gt;I love you and that's the hardest part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, I said goodbye for good.&lt;br /&gt;I want you to fight it...&lt;br /&gt;but you don't want me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time like these where I wish you felt remotely connected to me...&lt;br /&gt;like we used to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss you, terribly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265444953533587984-4513911806719900191?l=thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/feeds/4513911806719900191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-times-like-these.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265444953533587984/posts/default/4513911806719900191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265444953533587984/posts/default/4513911806719900191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-times-like-these.html' title='Its times like these...'/><author><name>allisonpaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01612909999101635795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7KTBEFroib4/THC3gAWtESI/AAAAAAAAABI/LqbauWmqPaU/S220/BAN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265444953533587984.post-1193760704275075897</id><published>2010-06-14T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T22:19:16.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't know what to title this.</title><content type='html'>So I find myself here, on my laptop, on Blogger, telling a crowd of internet perusers the thoughts that are tearing me to shreds tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need people&lt;br /&gt;as much as I push them away...&lt;br /&gt;I need them.&lt;br /&gt;They occupy my mind,&lt;br /&gt;at least keep it focused on their lives as opposed to the troubles of my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I know about how men work&lt;br /&gt;As much as I know about how to protect my heart&lt;br /&gt;I still go after the boy that I know will tear down my guard, whisk me away to this dreamlike world and then leave me there when he's grown tired of my company or my personality has become dull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I change for people, depending on the person and their style&lt;br /&gt;This mainly applys to men I've become interested in.&lt;br /&gt;And again, it happened with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know myself to be myself around people.&lt;br /&gt;I feel lost in this chaos I've created from these personalities.&lt;br /&gt;I am a melting pot of each individual I've come in contact with.&lt;br /&gt;I am molded by those around me.&lt;br /&gt;No control over myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so upset with myself&lt;br /&gt;So pissed off&lt;br /&gt;So fucking frustrated that I've made myself both physically and emotionally sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I longed to know you since I laid my stupid baby blues on you.&lt;br /&gt;I, from a distance, admired you...&lt;br /&gt;not in a creepy, stalker way either.&lt;br /&gt;It was done in a indifferent manner almost, though that doesn't make much sense.&lt;br /&gt;I got so close, so very close to obtaining you.&lt;br /&gt;I stayed guarded until two nights ago.&lt;br /&gt;Two nights ago when your index finger traced the edge of the dimple located on my shoulder&lt;br /&gt;Two nights ago when you pulled me back down to stay curled up with each other&lt;br /&gt;Two nights ago when you played with my hair and watched me fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;Two nights ago, you watched my guard fall with each simultaneous touch.&lt;br /&gt;Two nights ago, you led me to believe you cared equally.&lt;br /&gt;Two nights ago, you weren't satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;Two nights ago, you knew you would bring this hurt upon me.&lt;br /&gt;And so you did, and you changed your mind, and you let me deal with this on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this night, I lay in bed, thinking of the anger and hatred I have towards you.&lt;br /&gt;How I tried to be what you wanted and even that wasn't good enough.&lt;br /&gt;This is me giving up&lt;br /&gt;Giving up on you, this summer, relationships and most importantly, my happiness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265444953533587984-1193760704275075897?l=thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/feeds/1193760704275075897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-dont-know-what-to-title-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265444953533587984/posts/default/1193760704275075897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265444953533587984/posts/default/1193760704275075897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-dont-know-what-to-title-this.html' title='I don&apos;t know what to title this.'/><author><name>allisonpaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01612909999101635795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7KTBEFroib4/THC3gAWtESI/AAAAAAAAABI/LqbauWmqPaU/S220/BAN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265444953533587984.post-5684623673320378629</id><published>2010-05-22T13:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T13:45:10.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the fack...</title><content type='html'>I hate liking, crushing, loving people.&lt;br /&gt;Such a waste of time and effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You piss me off, sir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265444953533587984-5684623673320378629?l=thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/feeds/5684623673320378629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/2010/05/fack.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265444953533587984/posts/default/5684623673320378629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265444953533587984/posts/default/5684623673320378629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/2010/05/fack.html' title='the fack...'/><author><name>allisonpaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01612909999101635795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7KTBEFroib4/THC3gAWtESI/AAAAAAAAABI/LqbauWmqPaU/S220/BAN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265444953533587984.post-809839007974283313</id><published>2010-05-22T13:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T13:43:51.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I realized today&lt;br /&gt;(since I am a Taurus)&lt;br /&gt;my no-change policy is the reason for&lt;br /&gt;why I fell in love with hurt&lt;br /&gt;I thank you, zodiac!&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the long term heartache.&lt;br /&gt;Sagittarius boy you have done your job.&lt;br /&gt;The stars fell in line perfectly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265444953533587984-809839007974283313?l=thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7KTBEFroib4/THC3gAWtESI/AAAAAAAAABI/LqbauWmqPaU/S220/BAN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265444953533587984.post-2040448616844071674</id><published>2010-05-02T09:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T09:06:21.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>finally.</title><content type='html'>"i think about this alot and i've come to the final conclusion that, your it. that's as simple as it gets, your the one person that i get that aching twinge for... that underwater feeling evertime i see you...i feel like an idiot ninety percent of the time but i've come to realize that it's just unchangeable"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265444953533587984-2040448616844071674?l=thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/feeds/2040448616844071674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/2010/05/finally.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265444953533587984/posts/default/2040448616844071674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265444953533587984/posts/default/2040448616844071674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/2010/05/finally.html' title='finally.'/><author><name>allisonpaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01612909999101635795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7KTBEFroib4/THC3gAWtESI/AAAAAAAAABI/LqbauWmqPaU/S220/BAN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265444953533587984.post-8992958159580842363</id><published>2010-04-24T11:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T11:31:53.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss happiness</title><content type='html'>Random days I feel this longing to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;Truth is, it's been three long, long years since I have been.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to pinpoint it on one solo pathetic reason.&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, I need to catch a break&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265444953533587984-8992958159580842363?l=thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/feeds/8992958159580842363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-miss-happiness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265444953533587984/posts/default/8992958159580842363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265444953533587984/posts/default/8992958159580842363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-miss-happiness.html' title='I miss happiness'/><author><name>allisonpaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01612909999101635795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7KTBEFroib4/THC3gAWtESI/AAAAAAAAABI/LqbauWmqPaU/S220/BAN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265444953533587984.post-8936675381367884102</id><published>2010-03-21T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T19:04:56.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the day of days</title><content type='html'>the grass, so surreal&lt;br /&gt;bass melting into your soul, peacefully&lt;br /&gt;vibrations, unbelievable&lt;br /&gt;your eyes, size of the moon&lt;br /&gt;my eyes, rings of saturn&lt;br /&gt;spinning in circles, purity&lt;br /&gt;talking with ease&lt;br /&gt;confidence awakened &lt;br /&gt;happiness restored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265444953533587984-8936675381367884102?l=thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/feeds/8936675381367884102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/2010/03/day-of-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265444953533587984/posts/default/8936675381367884102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265444953533587984/posts/default/8936675381367884102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/2010/03/day-of-days.html' title='the day of days'/><author><name>allisonpaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01612909999101635795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7KTBEFroib4/THC3gAWtESI/AAAAAAAAABI/LqbauWmqPaU/S220/BAN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265444953533587984.post-3983646337120487068</id><published>2010-03-16T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T16:38:54.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bleh, rhymer.</title><content type='html'>take your claws out of my skin&lt;br /&gt;with them there, I cannot win&lt;br /&gt;remove your hands from my eyes&lt;br /&gt;erase your fingerprints from my thighs&lt;br /&gt;suck your memories from my skull&lt;br /&gt;you've exhausted me, I've become so dull&lt;br /&gt;retire me from chasing you in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired of the melodramatic themes&lt;br /&gt;I love you but this game has lost it's appeal&lt;br /&gt;I've got nothing left to feel&lt;br /&gt;and it's all your fault...&lt;br /&gt;I am defenseless, I can't take your assault.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265444953533587984-3983646337120487068?l=thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/feeds/3983646337120487068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/2010/03/bleh-rhymer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265444953533587984/posts/default/3983646337120487068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265444953533587984/posts/default/3983646337120487068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/2010/03/bleh-rhymer.html' title='bleh, rhymer.'/><author><name>allisonpaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01612909999101635795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7KTBEFroib4/THC3gAWtESI/AAAAAAAAABI/LqbauWmqPaU/S220/BAN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265444953533587984.post-8173490320478522121</id><published>2010-03-07T19:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T19:05:55.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>so sweetly you serenade me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel drawn to you&lt;br /&gt;I swim underneath blankets &lt;br /&gt;I bend beautifully for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your touch sweeps across my torso&lt;br /&gt;Caress me, softly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll breathe you in&lt;br /&gt;Intoxicate me with your addicting scent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are mine.&lt;br /&gt;You are my very own drug.&lt;br /&gt;You've been created to make or break me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265444953533587984-8173490320478522121?l=thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/feeds/8173490320478522121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265444953533587984/posts/default/8173490320478522121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265444953533587984/posts/default/8173490320478522121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>allisonpaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01612909999101635795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7KTBEFroib4/THC3gAWtESI/AAAAAAAAABI/LqbauWmqPaU/S220/BAN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265444953533587984.post-1947230815890938714</id><published>2010-02-15T20:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T20:58:51.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Statement</title><content type='html'>If you're curious as to how I know we belong together...&lt;br /&gt;it's because the first ever time we talked, everything fell right into its place.&lt;br /&gt;It's cheesy, I know, but it's a hundred percent true.&lt;br /&gt;I fell in love with you the very second you said...&lt;br /&gt;"not to be rude but how the hell do I know you?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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Statement'/><author><name>allisonpaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01612909999101635795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7KTBEFroib4/THC3gAWtESI/AAAAAAAAABI/LqbauWmqPaU/S220/BAN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265444953533587984.post-140663596458214298</id><published>2010-02-08T14:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T01:33:30.605-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't like this</title><content type='html'>I regret hating so many people.&lt;br /&gt;I hate the grudges my conscience tells me to hold.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265444953533587984-140663596458214298?l=thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7KTBEFroib4/THC3gAWtESI/AAAAAAAAABI/LqbauWmqPaU/S220/BAN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265444953533587984.post-3563088944956070274</id><published>2010-01-31T16:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T16:57:47.495-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I'm laying down on the cold ground"</title><content type='html'>Comepletely alone&lt;br /&gt;I foster what's left of our memories&lt;br /&gt;Keep them wrapped up tight&lt;br /&gt;Warm and sheltered from any pain&lt;br /&gt;you might inflict upon them.&lt;br /&gt;We are undeserving of their &lt;br /&gt;mental ease...&lt;br /&gt;their comfort.&lt;br /&gt;But who am I kidding,&lt;br /&gt;you packed them in a brown box&lt;br /&gt;left them on my doorstep.&lt;br /&gt;It's done and over,&lt;br /&gt;I shall bring them home,&lt;br /&gt;to sit alone,&lt;br /&gt;under a warming light.&lt;br /&gt;A pathetic attempt to keep us alive,&lt;br /&gt;in my desperate little head.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265444953533587984-3563088944956070274?l=thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/feeds/3563088944956070274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-laying-down-on-cold-ground.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265444953533587984/posts/default/3563088944956070274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265444953533587984/posts/default/3563088944956070274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-laying-down-on-cold-ground.html' title='&quot;I&apos;m laying down on the cold ground&quot;'/><author><name>allisonpaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01612909999101635795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7KTBEFroib4/THC3gAWtESI/AAAAAAAAABI/LqbauWmqPaU/S220/BAN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265444953533587984.post-5528903035609733941</id><published>2010-01-25T18:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T19:05:37.988-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I said, "I'd rather have a slap in the face than a knife in my back...." Can anyone hear me?!</title><content type='html'>I sometimes wonder how many times a day someone asks, "Why me?"&lt;br /&gt;We ask the sky&lt;br /&gt;the wind&lt;br /&gt;the blades of grass beneath our toes&lt;br /&gt;the reflection in the water&lt;br /&gt;to no avail. &lt;br /&gt;Why me indeed.&lt;br /&gt;I stopped asking that question months ago.&lt;br /&gt;I stopped praying months ago.&lt;br /&gt;I stopped wishing on stars months ago.&lt;br /&gt;I stopped looking for hope months ago.&lt;br /&gt;You know, whoever YOU might be, anything good I have going for me ends up as a tragic, body mangling train wreck. Any survivor that crawls away from the wreckage screams and curses at me, the conductor. &lt;br /&gt;And this leads me to my new question,&lt;br /&gt;"What did I do this time?"&lt;br /&gt;Because it has to be me.&lt;br /&gt;Anytime I and someone else get into a spat, they play the victim card.&lt;br /&gt;Is that an instinct around these parts? &lt;br /&gt;Did I miss the effin memo?&lt;br /&gt;I'm so SICK and TIRED of the same ol' crap from everyone.&lt;br /&gt;"WELL NO NO NO, I NEVER SAID THAT"&lt;br /&gt;When deep within your core, theres a man with blades for fingers RIPPING you to shreds with each lie you try to feed me.&lt;br /&gt;Well let me tell you something, that little man and I, well, we're good friends. And when I look at you, I see straight through you to him. &lt;br /&gt;I see your lies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265444953533587984-5528903035609733941?l=thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/feeds/5528903035609733941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-said-id-rather-have-slap-in-face-than.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265444953533587984/posts/default/5528903035609733941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265444953533587984/posts/default/5528903035609733941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-said-id-rather-have-slap-in-face-than.html' title='I said, &quot;I&apos;d rather have a slap in the face than a knife in my back....&quot; Can anyone hear me?!'/><author><name>allisonpaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01612909999101635795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7KTBEFroib4/THC3gAWtESI/AAAAAAAAABI/LqbauWmqPaU/S220/BAN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265444953533587984.post-7947505810292125020</id><published>2010-01-23T18:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T20:54:52.941-08:00</updated><title type='text'>damn you, nostalgia.</title><content type='html'>When you left me, you took every bit of will to move on in my body with you. Ever since that day in october, I've been nothing but nostalgic. I've gathered my things and crawled into a deep dark hole that I don't plan on venturing out of anytime soon. I'm not asking for sympathy, I'm not asking for pity, I'm just stating the obvious. I don't like any of my friends anymore, I don't like strangers anymore. Any boy I see I do not wish to meet or understand or feel comfortable around. My happiness is gone, my energy is drained, my wit is fading, my drive is decelerating. I wish sometimes that you'd come back and lay in my bed, so I could sleep sound again, curled close to your body, inhaling you're familiar scent, feeling your comforting warmth. Other times I wish you'd disappear. At times I'd wish I never met you, that you were simply one of my imaginary creatures I had concocted in my head. &lt;br /&gt;Why'd you do this to me of all people?&lt;br /&gt;Why am I even asking this still?&lt;br /&gt;I do not love you anymore, but you fit the mold, you made me function.&lt;br /&gt;If you could just give me whatever that was and go your separate way I'd be content. No misery would find it's way into my hollow heart. &lt;br /&gt;God, it feels nice to vent, even if it is to my keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;What is this sadness? It's a new emptiness I haven't felt yet.&lt;br /&gt;I've seen the "curl up on the bottom of your shower and stare at the drain until you forget who you are"&lt;br /&gt;I've seen the "cry into your pillow until you throw up in the black trashcan next to you"&lt;br /&gt;I've seen the "can't cry anymore because you took that all away from me"&lt;br /&gt;but this new pain, this complete apathy, complete emptiness, complete lack of will...&lt;br /&gt;I want it gone.&lt;br /&gt;I want to love my friends again.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be excited for tomorrow and today.&lt;br /&gt;This is all your fault. &lt;br /&gt;And you don't even know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265444953533587984-7947505810292125020?l=thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/feeds/7947505810292125020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/2010/01/damn-you-nostalgia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265444953533587984/posts/default/7947505810292125020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265444953533587984/posts/default/7947505810292125020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/2010/01/damn-you-nostalgia.html' title='damn you, nostalgia.'/><author><name>allisonpaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01612909999101635795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7KTBEFroib4/THC3gAWtESI/AAAAAAAAABI/LqbauWmqPaU/S220/BAN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265444953533587984.post-2082123533736640773</id><published>2009-12-25T10:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T10:55:26.101-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I'd eat your heart out but my teeth are sore"</title><content type='html'>Apathy has consumed me.&lt;br /&gt;I've finally faced this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265444953533587984-2082123533736640773?l=thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/feeds/2082123533736640773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/2009/12/id-eat-your-heart-out-but-my-teeth-are.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265444953533587984/posts/default/2082123533736640773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265444953533587984/posts/default/2082123533736640773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/2009/12/id-eat-your-heart-out-but-my-teeth-are.html' title='&quot;I&apos;d eat your heart out but my teeth are sore&quot;'/><author><name>allisonpaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01612909999101635795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7KTBEFroib4/THC3gAWtESI/AAAAAAAAABI/LqbauWmqPaU/S220/BAN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265444953533587984.post-5423725643712136953</id><published>2009-11-26T19:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T19:33:20.457-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short and sweet.</title><content type='html'>Basically, I know this much.&lt;br /&gt;I need to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Sleep to dream.&lt;br /&gt;Sleep to forget.&lt;br /&gt;Sleep forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265444953533587984-5423725643712136953?l=thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/feeds/5423725643712136953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/2009/11/short-and-sweet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265444953533587984/posts/default/5423725643712136953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265444953533587984/posts/default/5423725643712136953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/2009/11/short-and-sweet.html' title='Short and sweet.'/><author><name>allisonpaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01612909999101635795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7KTBEFroib4/THC3gAWtESI/AAAAAAAAABI/LqbauWmqPaU/S220/BAN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265444953533587984.post-6655119720084825575</id><published>2009-11-24T21:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T21:12:46.532-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We made promises tonight</title><content type='html'>Promises we both know we won't keep.&lt;br /&gt;Or at least, I know that he will forget them.&lt;br /&gt;But I still made him promise, for the mere sake of my tears.&lt;br /&gt;And for an instant, my heart overflowed with &lt;br /&gt;complete&lt;br /&gt;pure&lt;br /&gt;innocent&lt;br /&gt;love.&lt;br /&gt;You are, &lt;br /&gt;my soulmate.&lt;br /&gt;Driven apart by our distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I'm sure of,&lt;br /&gt;this feeling is lasting for a reason&lt;br /&gt;Welled deep within me is a notion &lt;br /&gt;that we will again fall&lt;br /&gt;and make each other the happiest people alive.&lt;br /&gt;Like before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265444953533587984-6655119720084825575?l=thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/feeds/6655119720084825575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/2009/11/we-made-promises-tonight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265444953533587984/posts/default/6655119720084825575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8265444953533587984/posts/default/6655119720084825575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/2009/11/we-made-promises-tonight.html' title='We made promises tonight'/><author><name>allisonpaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01612909999101635795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7KTBEFroib4/THC3gAWtESI/AAAAAAAAABI/LqbauWmqPaU/S220/BAN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265444953533587984.post-1866662383149985025</id><published>2009-11-24T16:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T16:43:52.287-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I miss him terribly&lt;br /&gt;not all the time though.&lt;br /&gt;Which is a very good things.&lt;br /&gt;My heart still skips a beat and I get a weird feeling&lt;br /&gt;anytime I see him commenting me or calling.&lt;br /&gt;I think it's dread.&lt;br /&gt;Which is understandable considering he was &lt;br /&gt;at one time &lt;br /&gt;the only person who could make or break me.&lt;br /&gt;leaning more towards the breaking part.&lt;br /&gt;I have no right to still think about him&lt;br /&gt;or us&lt;br /&gt;or any memories for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;It's been almost a year since, well, the end of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8265444953533587984-1866662383149985025?l=thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/feeds/1866662383149985025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestarstonightshine.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-miss-him-terribly-not-all-time-though.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I have this feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I think it's a feeling anyway it may just be a want)&lt;br /&gt;But anywho, a feeling that something huge is going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;And the last time I felt this way, a 20 month relationship came my way.&lt;br /&gt;Terrible as that relationship was, it was a huge part of me.&lt;br /&gt;So I'm taking this feeling as a sign and hoping for the best, or worst.&lt;br /&gt;As long as it's entertaining, I'll brace myself for anything.&lt;br /&gt;I just need a bit of change, which also is weird.&lt;br /&gt;Considering I hate change.&lt;br /&gt;I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;Come to me, whatever or whomever you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I am ready.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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day.'/><author><name>allisonpaige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01612909999101635795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7KTBEFroib4/THC3gAWtESI/AAAAAAAAABI/LqbauWmqPaU/S220/BAN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8265444953533587984.post-3290770744516018667</id><published>2009-11-07T20:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T20:13:24.560-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><title type='text'>Hello, blogger.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I am nothing special,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's fair to start with this statement.&lt;br /&gt;I rarely write and will most likely forget I have this.&lt;br /&gt;If otherwise, It won't really matter either way.&lt;br /&gt;I am materialistic and alone&lt;br /&gt;Not entirely, though.&lt;br /&gt;I have friends&amp;amp;family.&lt;br /&gt;I suppose that's better than nothing.&lt;br /&gt;I am rather pessimistic,&lt;br /&gt;about most things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I also hate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hate alot.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate alot of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hate alot of people.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate alot of people who.&lt;br /&gt;I hate alot of people who think.&lt;br /&gt;I hate alot of people who think they're.&lt;br /&gt;I hate alot of people who think they're better.&lt;br /&gt;I hate alot of people who think they're better than.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hate alot of people who think they're better than me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where this blog ends.&lt;br /&gt;Off to watch snatch, taking of pelham 123 and god know what else.&lt;br /&gt;I'll attempt to remember this site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Farewell, you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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