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Story'/><category term='Eggshell Heart'/><category term='Sharpening the Knives'/><category term='The Inevitable'/><category term='The Taste of Blood'/><category term='Tumbleweed'/><category term='Where&apos;s the Father'/><category term='Spine'/><category term='Feather'/><title type='text'>Eggshell Heart</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eggshellheart.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eggshellheart.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06051721313689218061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i280z-ku_Uc/TRIF8dyyNmI/AAAAAAAAARY/jnDJhO-QC7E/S220/jthumb.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>197</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003722.post-9141434815385375101</id><published>2010-05-24T14:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T14:45:05.643-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Eggshell Heart has moved!</title><content type='html'>If you are looking for Jessi Robertson's lyric blog, Eggshell Heart, it can now be found here &lt;a href="http://drawingprettythings.com/blog/"&gt;http://drawingprettythings.com/blog/&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog will stay up indefinitely but to view lyrics by album and more visit the new blog site &lt;a href="http://drawingprettythings.com/blog/"&gt;http://drawingprettythings.com/blog/&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003722-9141434815385375101?l=eggshellheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/9141434815385375101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/9141434815385375101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eggshellheart.blogspot.com/2010/05/eggshell-heart-has-moved.html' title='Eggshell Heart has moved!'/><author><name>jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06051721313689218061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i280z-ku_Uc/TRIF8dyyNmI/AAAAAAAAARY/jnDJhO-QC7E/S220/jthumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003722.post-3299711386049382549</id><published>2010-05-19T11:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T11:05:35.309-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='It&apos;s Always Raining'/><title type='text'>It's Always Raining</title><content type='html'>It was raining, it was raining&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to wear my coat&lt;br /&gt;Then I was swimming, I was swimming&lt;br /&gt;in the water without a boat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I to say? What am I to do?&lt;br /&gt;I'm drowning on dry land, hung up on you&lt;br /&gt;What am I to say? What am I to do?&lt;br /&gt;You're the only thing I want to hold on to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't fight it, I can't fight it&lt;br /&gt;It's either sink or float&lt;br /&gt;So I embrace it, I embrace it&lt;br /&gt;Though the water's at my throat &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I to say? What am I to do?&lt;br /&gt;I'm drowning on dry land, hung up on you&lt;br /&gt;What am I to say? What am I to do?&lt;br /&gt;You're the only thing I want to hold on to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without a cloud in the sky I feel the flood begin to rise&lt;br /&gt;No use asking why it's always raining when the sun's in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I to say? What am I to do?&lt;br /&gt;I'm drowning on dry land, hung up on you&lt;br /&gt;What am I to say? What am I to do?&lt;br /&gt;You're the only thing I want to hold on to&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003722-3299711386049382549?l=eggshellheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/3299711386049382549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/3299711386049382549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eggshellheart.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-always-raining.html' title='It&apos;s Always Raining'/><author><name>jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06051721313689218061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i280z-ku_Uc/TRIF8dyyNmI/AAAAAAAAARY/jnDJhO-QC7E/S220/jthumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003722.post-2729720243249820898</id><published>2010-04-16T16:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T16:17:33.131-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Whiskey and Cigarettes'/><title type='text'>Whiskey and Cigarettes</title><content type='html'>A real woman drinks whiskey and smokes cigarettes&lt;br /&gt;Until the room's spinning she feels no regrets&lt;br /&gt;And come closing time, she'll meet the night alone&lt;br /&gt;A real woman don't need a man to walk her home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ask if she's lonely, she says, "Not for one minute.&lt;br /&gt;I strangled trouble before you could begin it."&lt;br /&gt;You don't understand her and how distant she gets&lt;br /&gt;When she drinks her whiskey and smokes those cigarettes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gets under your skin and stays there somehow&lt;br /&gt;You cannot possess her, but you can hold her for now&lt;br /&gt;She'll leave you with questions, she'll leave you with regret&lt;br /&gt;One day she'll just leave you even though you can't see it yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz a real woman don't need anyone's help getting home&lt;br /&gt;A real woman don't feel lonely even when she's alone&lt;br /&gt;A real woman conquers you and then quickly forgets&lt;br /&gt;A real woman drinks whiskey and smokes cigarettes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003722-2729720243249820898?l=eggshellheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/2729720243249820898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/2729720243249820898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eggshellheart.blogspot.com/2010/04/whiskey-and-cigarettes.html' title='Whiskey and Cigarettes'/><author><name>jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06051721313689218061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i280z-ku_Uc/TRIF8dyyNmI/AAAAAAAAARY/jnDJhO-QC7E/S220/jthumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003722.post-4302513060840881660</id><published>2010-03-19T14:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T14:57:32.504-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Volcano'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spring Thaw'/><title type='text'>Spring Thaw / Volcano</title><content type='html'>All things are boiling up&lt;br /&gt;in a red, messy inverted cup&lt;br /&gt;The heat melts all of my stone&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to live in this skin and bone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to thaw out, I like the desert and the drought&lt;br /&gt;I want to be cliff's edge hard, I want to be glacier scarred&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't want to thaw out&lt;br /&gt;because I don't remember&lt;br /&gt;how to live&lt;br /&gt;in this&lt;br /&gt;skin and bone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When ciphers come spilling down&lt;br /&gt;in molten waves from my crown&lt;br /&gt;I feel the first shiver in stone&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to live in this skin and bone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to thaw out, I like the darkness and doubt&lt;br /&gt;I want to be ice storm gray, I want to be a winter's day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't want to thaw out&lt;br /&gt;because I don't remember&lt;br /&gt;how to live&lt;br /&gt;in this&lt;br /&gt;skin and bone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003722-4302513060840881660?l=eggshellheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/4302513060840881660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/4302513060840881660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eggshellheart.blogspot.com/2010/03/spring-thaw-volcano.html' title='Spring Thaw / Volcano'/><author><name>jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06051721313689218061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i280z-ku_Uc/TRIF8dyyNmI/AAAAAAAAARY/jnDJhO-QC7E/S220/jthumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003722.post-1052463363905424921</id><published>2010-02-17T13:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T13:52:50.504-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Broken Soldiers'/><title type='text'>Broken Soldiers</title><content type='html'>When I was bright and new&lt;br /&gt;I volunteered to keep watch over you&lt;br /&gt;and when you sent me far from all I know&lt;br /&gt;I thought of you waiting for me when I get home&lt;br /&gt;if I get home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it was over you didn't want to play&lt;br /&gt;with the toy soldiers you refuse to put away&lt;br /&gt;I risked my body, I spilled my blood&lt;br /&gt;All I'm asking you is just come pick me up&lt;br /&gt;come pick me up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm broken and used&lt;br /&gt;I feel forgotten, abandoned and bruised&lt;br /&gt;After all I gave for you, what I endured&lt;br /&gt;You said, I'm sorry, I can't see you anymore&lt;br /&gt;I can't see you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it was over you didn't want to play&lt;br /&gt;with the toy soldiers you refuse to put away&lt;br /&gt;I risked my body, I spilled my blood&lt;br /&gt;All I'm asking you is just come pick me up&lt;br /&gt;come pick me up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003722-1052463363905424921?l=eggshellheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/1052463363905424921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/1052463363905424921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eggshellheart.blogspot.com/2010/02/broken-soldiers.html' title='Broken Soldiers'/><author><name>jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06051721313689218061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i280z-ku_Uc/TRIF8dyyNmI/AAAAAAAAARY/jnDJhO-QC7E/S220/jthumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003722.post-414555340145593003</id><published>2010-02-17T13:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T13:55:22.051-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Never Let Them See You Cry'/><title type='text'>Never Let Them See You Cry</title><content type='html'>Bullets and stones may break your bones&lt;br /&gt;And names may be tattooed on your skin&lt;br /&gt;They say that all wounds will heal in time&lt;br /&gt;Whether the cause lies without or within&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your body is a road map of all the places you have seen&lt;br /&gt;You should be proud of the fault lines and the ravines&lt;br /&gt;You’ve been battered and scarred, you’re not afraid to die&lt;br /&gt;But you never let them see you cry&lt;br /&gt;You never let them see you cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re flesh and blood, you’re skin and bone&lt;br /&gt;But your spine is iron, your will is steel&lt;br /&gt;They say that idle hands are the devil’s tools&lt;br /&gt;So you use them to distract yourself from what you feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your body is a road map of all the places you have seen&lt;br /&gt;You should be proud of the fault lines and the ravines&lt;br /&gt;You’ve been battered and scarred, you’re not afraid to die&lt;br /&gt;But you never let them see you cry&lt;br /&gt;You never let them see you cry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003722-414555340145593003?l=eggshellheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/414555340145593003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/414555340145593003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eggshellheart.blogspot.com/2010/02/never-let-them-see-you-cry.html' title='Never Let Them See You Cry'/><author><name>jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06051721313689218061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i280z-ku_Uc/TRIF8dyyNmI/AAAAAAAAARY/jnDJhO-QC7E/S220/jthumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003722.post-7825910030072100107</id><published>2010-01-26T12:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T12:14:07.810-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Please Stand Down'/><title type='text'>Please Stand Down</title><content type='html'>I don't see no savior here&lt;br /&gt;So I tried to grow an olive tree&lt;br /&gt;Your soil may be hard and mean&lt;br /&gt;If you are tainted just come clean&lt;br /&gt;Together we could change the Fates decree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't see no savior here&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's too late to change anything&lt;br /&gt;I said, please stand down&lt;br /&gt;Give up your weapons and your crowns&lt;br /&gt;But they said somebody has got to be the king&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't see no savior here&lt;br /&gt;Just survivors, directionless and scared&lt;br /&gt;And we're all clinging to these creeds&lt;br /&gt;To justify our words and deeds&lt;br /&gt;I hope someday our ravages can be repaired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All we've got are these small hands and these big thoughts&lt;br /&gt;The people we have loved and lost and fought&lt;br /&gt;The hopes we laid to rest, the dreams we sought&lt;br /&gt;Give up your weapons and your crowns&lt;br /&gt;Please stand down&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003722-7825910030072100107?l=eggshellheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/7825910030072100107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/7825910030072100107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eggshellheart.blogspot.com/2010/01/please-stand-down.html' title='Please Stand Down'/><author><name>jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06051721313689218061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i280z-ku_Uc/TRIF8dyyNmI/AAAAAAAAARY/jnDJhO-QC7E/S220/jthumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003722.post-2947650237465264015</id><published>2010-01-26T12:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T15:21:30.954-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You and Me'/><title type='text'>You and Me</title><content type='html'>We walk in shadow, we walk in light&lt;br /&gt;and what's to become of us?&lt;br /&gt;There may not be another tomorrow or tonight&lt;br /&gt;so why do we spend today on the same old fight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moon turns red, the sun grows weak&lt;br /&gt;and it breaks our hearts&lt;br /&gt;Can't look at what's looming above or what's beneath&lt;br /&gt;So where do we turn when the earth shudders under our feet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't stop now, we've only just begun&lt;br /&gt;don't stop now, we thought we were so young&lt;br /&gt;but you and me, while we can sing and we can breathe&lt;br /&gt;there's still time to believe in something&lt;br /&gt;and I believe in you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walk in shadow, we walk in light&lt;br /&gt;and we risk it all&lt;br /&gt;Within our fragile bodies beat the fiercest hearts&lt;br /&gt;we fit the pieces together when the world falls apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't stop now, we've only just begun&lt;br /&gt;don't stop now, we thought we were so young&lt;br /&gt;but you and me, while we can sing and we can breathe&lt;br /&gt;there's still time to believe in something&lt;br /&gt;and I believe in you and me&lt;br /&gt;I believe in you and me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003722-2947650237465264015?l=eggshellheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/2947650237465264015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/2947650237465264015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eggshellheart.blogspot.com/2010/01/you-and-me.html' title='You and Me'/><author><name>jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06051721313689218061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i280z-ku_Uc/TRIF8dyyNmI/AAAAAAAAARY/jnDJhO-QC7E/S220/jthumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003722.post-9215702971957674236</id><published>2010-01-15T12:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T12:11:18.062-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coal'/><title type='text'>Coal</title><content type='html'>Some people take their sorrow and wear it like a necklace&lt;br /&gt;Of black coal, it gets all over their skin and clothes&lt;br /&gt;Some people chew it up for breakfast &lt;br /&gt;and it clings to their teeth, it stings and it shows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I swallow it whole and when I get full&lt;br /&gt;I press down, I press down&lt;br /&gt;I make diamonds out of my coal, they're beautiful&lt;br /&gt;I press down, I press down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people take their hurt and use it like ammunition&lt;br /&gt;A pocket full of stones, throw one without looking&lt;br /&gt;Where it lands, let it loose and someone else is down&lt;br /&gt;Feel better with another body lying on the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I swallow it whole and when I get full&lt;br /&gt;I press down, I press down&lt;br /&gt;I make diamonds out of my coal, they're beautiful&lt;br /&gt;I press down, I press down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hands are covered in old scars, cut all to ribbons&lt;br /&gt;I find new ways to smile and hide them&lt;br /&gt;When I'm tired, I take a deep breath and stand a bit straighter&lt;br /&gt;I pretend, but I don't break and I don't bend, nothing can make me change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swallow it whole and when I get full&lt;br /&gt;I press down, I press down&lt;br /&gt;I make diamonds out of my coal, they're beautiful&lt;br /&gt;I press down, I press down&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003722-9215702971957674236?l=eggshellheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/9215702971957674236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/9215702971957674236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eggshellheart.blogspot.com/2010/01/coal-miner.html' title='Coal'/><author><name>jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06051721313689218061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i280z-ku_Uc/TRIF8dyyNmI/AAAAAAAAARY/jnDJhO-QC7E/S220/jthumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003722.post-3519065141494118724</id><published>2009-12-14T17:37:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T15:24:03.239-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Don&apos;t Come In Here'/><title type='text'>Don't Come in Here</title><content type='html'>I know the lock won't hold&lt;br /&gt;I could pry it open with a butter knife&lt;br /&gt;and the door's only a cheap piece of plywood&lt;br /&gt;but I still get the urge to check it twice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit on the floor with my back against the door&lt;br /&gt;trying to disappear, just don't come in here&lt;br /&gt;please just don't come in here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drew on the wall in black ink&lt;br /&gt;A caricature saying, "happy holiday"&lt;br /&gt;Then I drew all over my arms and legs&lt;br /&gt;It's permanent but it washes away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit on the floor with my back against the door&lt;br /&gt;trying to disappear, just don't come in here&lt;br /&gt;please just don't come in here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never wore a cap and a gown&lt;br /&gt;They said I'd never get out of this town&lt;br /&gt;But I defied everyone&lt;br /&gt;I always knew how to hide, then I learned how to run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I don't have to sit on the floor with my back against the door&lt;br /&gt;Trying to disappear, please just don't come in here&lt;br /&gt;please just don't come in here&lt;br /&gt;just don't come in here&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003722-3519065141494118724?l=eggshellheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/3519065141494118724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/3519065141494118724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eggshellheart.blogspot.com/2009/12/dont-come-in-here.html' title='Don&apos;t Come in Here'/><author><name>jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06051721313689218061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i280z-ku_Uc/TRIF8dyyNmI/AAAAAAAAARY/jnDJhO-QC7E/S220/jthumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003722.post-8388224375300007428</id><published>2009-10-30T13:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T12:19:10.663-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Half Moon'/><title type='text'>Half Moon</title><content type='html'>Half-circle moons glow in my palms&lt;br /&gt;The mark will fade if that’s what I want&lt;br /&gt;But I need it to conjure your trembling ghost&lt;br /&gt;You’re still the drug I crave the most&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You meant well, yeah you meant for good&lt;br /&gt;But it all turned to shit like we knew it would&lt;br /&gt;Now I can’t see your eyes or taste your lips&lt;br /&gt;Your moon killed my sun in a noiseless eclipse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will it wax, will it wane, the way I feel?&lt;br /&gt;Will it reveal that we are strangers?&lt;br /&gt;Some of us lie together, some of us lie alone&lt;br /&gt;but we all lie to hide what we cannot show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel my body break away from me&lt;br /&gt;Fragments spinning out without gravity&lt;br /&gt;In the stereo static I can’t be read&lt;br /&gt;I tried to laugh but I screamed instead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You put me together, you pulled me apart&lt;br /&gt;You cradled my head, you buried my heart&lt;br /&gt;The day was too long but it ended too soon&lt;br /&gt;My sun wastes away in the glow of your moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will it wax, will it wane, the way I feel?&lt;br /&gt;Will it reveal that we are strangers?&lt;br /&gt;Some of us lie together, some of us lie alone&lt;br /&gt;But we all lie to hide what we cannot show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I straighten my shoulders and hold up my head&lt;br /&gt;Pour out my wine and break my bread&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to walk but I danced instead&lt;br /&gt;Under the half-moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will it wax, will it wane, the way I feel?&lt;br /&gt;Will it reveal that we are strangers?&lt;br /&gt;Some of us lie together, some of us lie alone&lt;br /&gt;But we all lie to hide what we cannot show&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003722-8388224375300007428?l=eggshellheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/8388224375300007428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/8388224375300007428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eggshellheart.blogspot.com/2009/10/half-moon.html' title='Half Moon'/><author><name>jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06051721313689218061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i280z-ku_Uc/TRIF8dyyNmI/AAAAAAAAARY/jnDJhO-QC7E/S220/jthumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003722.post-4637987885983961231</id><published>2009-09-10T21:33:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T13:56:05.896-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Airplanes'/><title type='text'>Airplanes</title><content type='html'>the airplanes fly overhead all night&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was on one, on any flight&lt;br /&gt;this is not the way that I imagined my life&lt;br /&gt;so take me far away from it tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't afford a ticket anyway&lt;br /&gt;and I'm afraid of crashing so I end up praying&lt;br /&gt;even though I don't believe in anything&lt;br /&gt;except this dream of getting far away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get up, shower, brush your teeth&lt;br /&gt;find some clothes, walk to the subway&lt;br /&gt;ride to manhattan, go to work,&lt;br /&gt;do your job, then catch the subway home&lt;br /&gt;try to relax and sleep, try to relax and sleep&lt;br /&gt;and listen enviously to the airplanes that you'll never ride on&lt;br /&gt;flying over Brooklyn all night, endlessly&lt;br /&gt;goodnight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003722-4637987885983961231?l=eggshellheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/4637987885983961231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/4637987885983961231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eggshellheart.blogspot.com/2009/09/airplanes.html' title='Airplanes'/><author><name>jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06051721313689218061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i280z-ku_Uc/TRIF8dyyNmI/AAAAAAAAARY/jnDJhO-QC7E/S220/jthumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003722.post-9095795959445414503</id><published>2009-09-10T21:29:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T21:31:46.691-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rein Me In'/><title type='text'>Rein Me In</title><content type='html'>I'm  all passion and no sense&lt;br /&gt;leave the gate open while mending the fence&lt;br /&gt;won't take the bit at my own expense&lt;br /&gt;who's gonna rein me in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think too much so I hold my tongue&lt;br /&gt;You already caught me, that's when I start to run&lt;br /&gt;Broke the bridle when I was young&lt;br /&gt;who's gonna rein me in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hold myself so still&lt;br /&gt;While I detonate inside&lt;br /&gt;In the aftershock I'm surprised you don't see&lt;br /&gt;The flames flowering in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I smile brightly while I'm bleeding&lt;br /&gt;My mind is stern, but my eyes are pleading&lt;br /&gt;without a bridle, without a bit&lt;br /&gt;who's gonna rein me in&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003722-9095795959445414503?l=eggshellheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/9095795959445414503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/9095795959445414503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eggshellheart.blogspot.com/2009/09/rein-me-in.html' title='Rein Me In'/><author><name>jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06051721313689218061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i280z-ku_Uc/TRIF8dyyNmI/AAAAAAAAARY/jnDJhO-QC7E/S220/jthumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003722.post-2721751754570778781</id><published>2009-09-10T21:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T21:24:12.950-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Panic'/><title type='text'>Panic</title><content type='html'>something's wrong with me, i don't want, i don't want to think&lt;br /&gt;but i can't stop, i can't stop circling these well-worn thoughts&lt;br /&gt;i should be asleep right now, right now but i can't, i can't rest&lt;br /&gt;i dread tonight, i dread tomorrow, and all the rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's happening to me?&lt;br /&gt;i can't find any peace&lt;br /&gt;and the noise, the noise, the noise is deafening&lt;br /&gt;what's happening to me?&lt;br /&gt;there is no relief&lt;br /&gt;and the noise, the noise, the noise is cycling&lt;br /&gt;on repeat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something's wrong with me, i go white, i go white sometimes&lt;br /&gt;without warning, i have to leave, i have to leave the room&lt;br /&gt;i can't breathe, i can't, and i'm shaking and shaking&lt;br /&gt;oh you stole my joy, my song, my dream, my everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's happening to me?&lt;br /&gt;i can't find any peace&lt;br /&gt;and the noise, the noise, the noise is deafening&lt;br /&gt;what's happening to me?&lt;br /&gt;there is no relief&lt;br /&gt;and the noise, the noise, the noise is cycling&lt;br /&gt;on repeat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they say don't talk about it&lt;br /&gt;don't talk about it&lt;br /&gt;don't talk about it&lt;br /&gt;just keep quiet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's happening to me?&lt;br /&gt;i can't find any peace&lt;br /&gt;and the noise, the noise, the noise is deafening&lt;br /&gt;what's happening to me?&lt;br /&gt;there is no relief&lt;br /&gt;and the noise, the noise, the noise is cycling&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003722-2721751754570778781?l=eggshellheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/2721751754570778781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/2721751754570778781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eggshellheart.blogspot.com/2009/09/panic.html' title='Panic'/><author><name>jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06051721313689218061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i280z-ku_Uc/TRIF8dyyNmI/AAAAAAAAARY/jnDJhO-QC7E/S220/jthumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003722.post-7037720556041258768</id><published>2009-09-10T21:18:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T15:27:15.371-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Small Town Girls'/><title type='text'>Small Town Girls</title><content type='html'>When things got bad I'd sneak away with a book&lt;br /&gt;Or scribble poems laced with blood and tears&lt;br /&gt;No one thought to ask if something was wrong&lt;br /&gt;While I withdrew to the prison of my fears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Small town girls learn how to tell big lies&lt;br /&gt;When the neighbors know all the details of your lives&lt;br /&gt;And gloss over the heartache in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, small town girls have to learn to tell big lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd read all night until the sun scorched my face&lt;br /&gt;And stumble dazed into the hallway&lt;br /&gt;Playing out the colored Classics in my head &lt;br /&gt;While sleepwalking through another shabby day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Small town girls learn how to tell big lies&lt;br /&gt;When the neighbors know all the details of your lives&lt;br /&gt;And gloss over the heartache in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, small town girls have to learn to tell big lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought someone was coming to rescue me&lt;br /&gt;A savior or a hero or destiny&lt;br /&gt;I waited patiently, expectantly&lt;br /&gt;And I learned to save myself eventually&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Small town girls learn how to tell big lies&lt;br /&gt;When the neighbors know all the details of your lives&lt;br /&gt;And gloss over the heartache in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, small town girls have to learn to tell big lies&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003722-7037720556041258768?l=eggshellheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/7037720556041258768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/7037720556041258768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eggshellheart.blogspot.com/2009/09/small-town-girls.html' title='Small Town Girls'/><author><name>jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06051721313689218061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i280z-ku_Uc/TRIF8dyyNmI/AAAAAAAAARY/jnDJhO-QC7E/S220/jthumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003722.post-3182985754603028856</id><published>2009-07-08T15:45:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T12:42:00.055-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Broken Rosary'/><title type='text'>Broken Rosary</title><content type='html'>where were you when she was drinking too much&lt;br /&gt;in the middle of town, we were afraid that she'd pass out&lt;br /&gt;they poured water on her head until the ambulance came&lt;br /&gt;and i watched through the car window as they rushed her away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we believed, we believed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where were you when he was suffering&lt;br /&gt;he could barely speak but he knew he had to feed her&lt;br /&gt;they hung him out the window by two little feet&lt;br /&gt;and when he played make believe everyone was falling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we believed, we believed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we will be ok, ok, ok&lt;br /&gt;at least, that's what we'd always say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where were you when she tore up her skin&lt;br /&gt;and crippled the hand she used to paint with&lt;br /&gt;when she crashed her car into a wall on purpose&lt;br /&gt;she always walked away with new scratches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but we believed, we believed, we believed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003722-3182985754603028856?l=eggshellheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/3182985754603028856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/3182985754603028856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eggshellheart.blogspot.com/2009/07/broken-rosary.html' title='Broken Rosary'/><author><name>jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06051721313689218061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i280z-ku_Uc/TRIF8dyyNmI/AAAAAAAAARY/jnDJhO-QC7E/S220/jthumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003722.post-5608738223787335127</id><published>2009-07-06T15:43:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T12:28:35.394-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SunStorm'/><title type='text'>SunStorm</title><content type='html'>This morning's rain is clinging to my blue coat&lt;br /&gt;it still lays in glistening lines on the highway outside my window&lt;br /&gt;the sound of turning wheels whispers a siren call&lt;br /&gt;the warning bell sounds again and I don't mind it at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know how this story goes&lt;br /&gt;You'll never leave me&lt;br /&gt;You'll never leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;and that's why I want to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You rise like the sun scattering the clouds&lt;br /&gt;I wanna lay in your warmth and hear you say my name out loud&lt;br /&gt;but when the clouds roll in I want electricity crackling on my skin&lt;br /&gt;the thunder and the lightning to strike me again and again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know how this story goes&lt;br /&gt;You'll never leave me&lt;br /&gt;You'll never leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;and that's why I want to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I see you again?&lt;br /&gt;Will I see you again?&lt;br /&gt;This is all my fault but I can't change who I am&lt;br /&gt;and that's how the story ends&lt;br /&gt;that's how the story ends&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003722-5608738223787335127?l=eggshellheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/5608738223787335127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/5608738223787335127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eggshellheart.blogspot.com/2009/07/sunstorm.html' title='SunStorm'/><author><name>jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06051721313689218061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i280z-ku_Uc/TRIF8dyyNmI/AAAAAAAAARY/jnDJhO-QC7E/S220/jthumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003722.post-8086343612256347861</id><published>2009-05-28T15:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T15:43:38.616-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everything is as It Should Be'/><title type='text'>Everything is as It Should Be</title><content type='html'>The summer sky fades into a warm haze&lt;br /&gt;The water’s dark but the city’s ablaze&lt;br /&gt;When I think of all I’ve got, I am blessed and I'm amazed&lt;br /&gt;Finally everything is as it should be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sing out loud when I walk down the street&lt;br /&gt;I talk with my hands and I waltz with my feet&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I’m the craziest girl you’ll ever meet&lt;br /&gt;But finally everything is as it should be &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The darkness crouches like a hungry beast&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes it pounces, sometimes it feasts&lt;br /&gt;Despite our struggles we sometimes taste defeat&lt;br /&gt;But when we win it makes our victories taste so much more sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to sit at this copper-lined bar&lt;br /&gt;And watch my friend strum a beat-up guitar&lt;br /&gt;We forget what we’ve done, we forgive who we are&lt;br /&gt;Cuz finally everything is as it should be&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003722-8086343612256347861?l=eggshellheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/8086343612256347861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/8086343612256347861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eggshellheart.blogspot.com/2009/05/everything-is-as-it-should-be.html' title='Everything is as It Should Be'/><author><name>jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06051721313689218061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i280z-ku_Uc/TRIF8dyyNmI/AAAAAAAAARY/jnDJhO-QC7E/S220/jthumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003722.post-2782542108841043693</id><published>2009-04-29T15:39:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T15:41:39.364-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trash and Blossoms'/><title type='text'>Trash and Blossoms</title><content type='html'>I stood on the sidewalk and watched the wind turn&lt;br /&gt;trash and blossoms into a living collage&lt;br /&gt;the Brooklyn streets are dressed up like a fairy tale movie set&lt;br /&gt;graffitied by some kid cuz it looked too perfect to stay untouched&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything is so messed up, everything is full of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take all the strength inside me and pour it out&lt;br /&gt;without thinking how I'll survive&lt;br /&gt;iron leaches from my skin, I'm left standing in porcelain&lt;br /&gt;waiting for someone to break me so I'll know that I'm alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything is so messed up, everything is full of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my jaw ached this morning, clenched up while I was dreaming&lt;br /&gt;and the sun whispered me awake to the sound of traffic singing&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing beyond today, no past or future bar my way&lt;br /&gt;the chaos of these contradictions is all that brings me faith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything is so messed up, everything is full of love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003722-2782542108841043693?l=eggshellheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/2782542108841043693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/2782542108841043693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eggshellheart.blogspot.com/2009/04/trash-and-blossoms.html' title='Trash and Blossoms'/><author><name>jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06051721313689218061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i280z-ku_Uc/TRIF8dyyNmI/AAAAAAAAARY/jnDJhO-QC7E/S220/jthumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003722.post-2823830539486904189</id><published>2009-03-10T15:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T15:38:34.043-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Dream has Changed'/><title type='text'>The Dream has Changed</title><content type='html'>They say this house isn’t yours anymore&lt;br /&gt;Where you measured your kids and played games of Risk on the floor&lt;br /&gt;There’s a sign on your lawn and your life’s been boxed away&lt;br /&gt;So people can buy all your hopes, now the dream has changed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all comes crashing down&lt;br /&gt;The plastic and paper we shaped into a counterfeit crown&lt;br /&gt;Fate stepped in and rearranged everything&lt;br /&gt;Now the dream has changed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You lie awake at night running a recount in your head&lt;br /&gt;The money just isn’t there no matter how late you toss in your bed&lt;br /&gt;The morning’s coming, a mixed blessing of relief and dread&lt;br /&gt;What will you tell the ones you love? Now the dream has changed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all comes crashing down&lt;br /&gt;The plastic and paper we shaped into a counterfeit crown&lt;br /&gt;Fate stepped in and rearranged everything&lt;br /&gt;Now the dream has changed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning you watch the market edge a little lower&lt;br /&gt;Finish “The Grapes of Wrath” and wonder if we’re going under&lt;br /&gt;You bet the last of your faith on this year's election&lt;br /&gt;Are we too late to be saved? Now the dream has changed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all comes crashing down&lt;br /&gt;The plastic and paper we shaped into a counterfeit crown&lt;br /&gt;Fate stepped in and rearranged everything&lt;br /&gt;Now the dream has changed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003722-2823830539486904189?l=eggshellheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/2823830539486904189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/2823830539486904189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eggshellheart.blogspot.com/2009/03/dream-has-changed.html' title='The Dream has Changed'/><author><name>jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06051721313689218061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i280z-ku_Uc/TRIF8dyyNmI/AAAAAAAAARY/jnDJhO-QC7E/S220/jthumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003722.post-3489709681235969240</id><published>2009-03-05T09:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T10:00:09.251-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rush Hour'/><title type='text'>Rush Hour</title><content type='html'>I swore not to hold the elevator anymore&lt;br /&gt;for the people getting off on the second floor&lt;br /&gt;'cuz when they see that I'm coming&lt;br /&gt;they smile and press the button&lt;br /&gt;to close the doors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A myriad of petty little things&lt;br /&gt;build up each day until I want to scream&lt;br /&gt;so I sigh and mutter expletives&lt;br /&gt;if it doesn't kill me, I guess I'll live&lt;br /&gt;hey I can dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead I'm gonna smile at everyone&lt;br /&gt;even when my coffee burns my tongue&lt;br /&gt;and pedestrians push me out of their way&lt;br /&gt;I won't let it wreck my day&lt;br /&gt;I'll listen to the buskers play&lt;br /&gt;donate my last twenty to a bum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I'm gonna make you all into my band&lt;br /&gt;If you can't play guitar you can clap your hands&lt;br /&gt;we'll go walking down the streets&lt;br /&gt;a parade of misfits with damaged beats&lt;br /&gt;until the neighbors stomp their feet&lt;br /&gt;on a day so fair and yet so fleet&lt;br /&gt;we'll sing until we can't stand&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003722-3489709681235969240?l=eggshellheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/3489709681235969240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/3489709681235969240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eggshellheart.blogspot.com/2009/03/rush-hour.html' title='Rush Hour'/><author><name>jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06051721313689218061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i280z-ku_Uc/TRIF8dyyNmI/AAAAAAAAARY/jnDJhO-QC7E/S220/jthumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003722.post-6710815782708136001</id><published>2009-02-02T10:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T10:09:13.621-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You Don&apos;t Want to Taste My Heart'/><title type='text'>You Don't Want to Taste My Heart</title><content type='html'>I reached through my own skin&lt;br /&gt;Deep between my lungs and ribs&lt;br /&gt;I fought to hold my heart down&lt;br /&gt;Until it stopped struggling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't live with so much pain&lt;br /&gt;So you learn to turn it on and off again&lt;br /&gt;I can only be free when I sing&lt;br /&gt;Then I have to hurt myself again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't want to taste my heart&lt;br /&gt;You don't want the band-aid off&lt;br /&gt;But I can't stop the flow of blood&lt;br /&gt;til it pours out in a flash flood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't live with so much pain&lt;br /&gt;So you learn to turn it on and off again&lt;br /&gt;I can only be free when I sing&lt;br /&gt;Then I have to crush myself again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think I shut the deluge down&lt;br /&gt;When I chatter and I play the clown&lt;br /&gt;But the fall just takes another form&lt;br /&gt;I lie in the center of the storm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only be free when I sing&lt;br /&gt;I'm only free when I sing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003722-6710815782708136001?l=eggshellheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/6710815782708136001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/6710815782708136001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eggshellheart.blogspot.com/2009/02/you-dont-want-to-taste-my-heart.html' title='You Don&apos;t Want to Taste My Heart'/><author><name>jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06051721313689218061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i280z-ku_Uc/TRIF8dyyNmI/AAAAAAAAARY/jnDJhO-QC7E/S220/jthumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003722.post-3708191412410836097</id><published>2008-12-12T12:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T10:56:47.545-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travelers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Travelers'/><title type='text'>The Travelers</title><content type='html'>I don't know why I get up each day&lt;br /&gt;and pick up my guitar and start to play&lt;br /&gt;pin down my thoughts so they don't slip away&lt;br /&gt;then bite my tongue like I've got nothing to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forget where I am&lt;br /&gt;which country, which continent&lt;br /&gt;all the places I long for but have never been&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess you're the only one who understands&lt;br /&gt;with no promises and no demands&lt;br /&gt;Let's just run away while we still can&lt;br /&gt;It's not too late, give me your hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could drive off and drift around&lt;br /&gt;Playing songs in little beat up towns&lt;br /&gt;For tips and free beer and a place to lay down&lt;br /&gt;Then off to the next one, till the money runs out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forget where I am&lt;br /&gt;which country, which continent&lt;br /&gt;all the places I long for but have never been&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess you're the only one who understands&lt;br /&gt;with no promises and no demands&lt;br /&gt;Let's just run away while we still can&lt;br /&gt;It's not too late, give me your hand&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003722-3708191412410836097?l=eggshellheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/3708191412410836097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/3708191412410836097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eggshellheart.blogspot.com/2008/12/travelers.html' title='The Travelers'/><author><name>jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06051721313689218061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i280z-ku_Uc/TRIF8dyyNmI/AAAAAAAAARY/jnDJhO-QC7E/S220/jthumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003722.post-8854684124885156996</id><published>2008-12-12T12:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T12:13:41.657-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snow Globe version 2'/><title type='text'>Snow Globe (version 2)</title><content type='html'>the plastic landscape&lt;br /&gt;of painted faces&lt;br /&gt;no lungs expand&lt;br /&gt;no pulse point races&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;circular sky&lt;br /&gt;lazy fall of ash&lt;br /&gt;captured light&lt;br /&gt;reflecting off the glass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;snow globe, you'll never know&lt;br /&gt;shaken, then moving slow&lt;br /&gt;snow globe, you'll never know&lt;br /&gt;outside it's snowing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;motionless bodies&lt;br /&gt;and sightless glances&lt;br /&gt;no voices call&lt;br /&gt;no heart beat dances&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;circular sky&lt;br /&gt;lazy fall of ash&lt;br /&gt;captured light&lt;br /&gt;reflecting off the glass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;snow globe, you'll never know&lt;br /&gt;shaken, then moving slow&lt;br /&gt;snow globe, you'll never know&lt;br /&gt;outside, outside&lt;br /&gt;it's really snowing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003722-8854684124885156996?l=eggshellheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/8854684124885156996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/8854684124885156996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eggshellheart.blogspot.com/2008/12/snow-globe-version-2.html' title='Snow Globe (version 2)'/><author><name>jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06051721313689218061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i280z-ku_Uc/TRIF8dyyNmI/AAAAAAAAARY/jnDJhO-QC7E/S220/jthumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003722.post-4722389423873612311</id><published>2008-08-04T14:27:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T12:09:33.950-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Not Today'/><title type='text'>Not Today</title><content type='html'>there's a brave face to put on&lt;br /&gt;in the mornings, check the mirror&lt;br /&gt;and I glimpse its strangeness&lt;br /&gt;in passing, in subways, in windows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't notice when you jostle me, you punish me&lt;br /&gt;for not being what you think that I should be&lt;br /&gt;not today, not today&lt;br /&gt;today belongs to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;run out of the buildings in the arms of&lt;br /&gt;the bitter sun, the burning sky&lt;br /&gt;collapse on the grass in central park&lt;br /&gt;in this ugly, lovely city&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't notice when you jostle me, you punish me&lt;br /&gt;for not being what you think that I should be&lt;br /&gt;not today, not today&lt;br /&gt;today belongs to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not today&lt;br /&gt;today belongs to me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003722-4722389423873612311?l=eggshellheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/4722389423873612311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/4722389423873612311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eggshellheart.blogspot.com/2008/08/not-today.html' title='Not Today'/><author><name>jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06051721313689218061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i280z-ku_Uc/TRIF8dyyNmI/AAAAAAAAARY/jnDJhO-QC7E/S220/jthumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003722.post-3487843939669081494</id><published>2008-08-04T14:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T21:33:07.667-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lifeline'/><title type='text'>Lifeline</title><content type='html'>I take a deep breath but I can't relax&lt;br /&gt;I can't laugh carelessly with this devil on my back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's always that call, that voice on the end of the line&lt;br /&gt;saying tell me it'll be ok, and I say it will be fine&lt;br /&gt;it will be fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as hard as I seem, as strong as I seem&lt;br /&gt;it's all a lie, 'cause I can't do anything&lt;br /&gt;as hard as I seem, as cold as I seem&lt;br /&gt;it's all a lie, 'cause I can't do anything&lt;br /&gt;but love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't forget, the thoughts that haunt my mind&lt;br /&gt;shadows race after me, I can't leave them behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's always that call, that voice at the end of the line&lt;br /&gt;I'm keeping them afloat, my words are a lifeline&lt;br /&gt;it will be fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as hard as I seem, as strong as I seem&lt;br /&gt;it's all a lie 'cause I can't do anything&lt;br /&gt;as hard as I seem, as cold as I seem&lt;br /&gt;it's all a lie, 'cause I can't do anything&lt;br /&gt;but love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003722-3487843939669081494?l=eggshellheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/3487843939669081494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/3487843939669081494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eggshellheart.blogspot.com/2008/08/lifeline.html' title='Lifeline'/><author><name>jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06051721313689218061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i280z-ku_Uc/TRIF8dyyNmI/AAAAAAAAARY/jnDJhO-QC7E/S220/jthumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003722.post-6317182945532980286</id><published>2008-07-23T03:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T04:23:37.562-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Your Name'/><title type='text'>your name</title><content type='html'>your name is a haiku&lt;br /&gt;when I say it five, seven, five times&lt;br /&gt;each letter holds a bit of you&lt;br /&gt;the curve of your chin when&lt;br /&gt;sunlight slides through the blinds&lt;br /&gt;and the golden stripes ride your skin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your name is a mystery&lt;br /&gt;the solution is on my tongue&lt;br /&gt;each letter reminds me of you&lt;br /&gt;the gleam in your eye when&lt;br /&gt;you scan concealed horizons&lt;br /&gt;that you're planning to reveal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your name is a blanket&lt;br /&gt;it's warm when I'm wrapped inside&lt;br /&gt;each  letter makes me think of you&lt;br /&gt;the arch of your smile when&lt;br /&gt;it spreads slowly, knowingly&lt;br /&gt;and then decides to stay awhile&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003722-6317182945532980286?l=eggshellheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/6317182945532980286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/6317182945532980286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eggshellheart.blogspot.com/2008/07/your-name.html' title='your name'/><author><name>jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06051721313689218061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i280z-ku_Uc/TRIF8dyyNmI/AAAAAAAAARY/jnDJhO-QC7E/S220/jthumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003722.post-845507602624781262</id><published>2008-07-23T00:22:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T00:39:08.398-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parasites'/><title type='text'>Parasites</title><content type='html'>I was curious so I split my fingernails&lt;br /&gt;trying to pry up that loose stone&lt;br /&gt;my hands were caked with dirt&lt;br /&gt;I wiped them on my new white shirt&lt;br /&gt;and peered at the creature stirring in the loam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;half pity, half disgust&lt;br /&gt;we are not the same, but you are one of us&lt;br /&gt;fascinating, for being the most boring thing&lt;br /&gt;I've ever heard, I've ever seen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I struggle with the urge to rub you out in the dirt&lt;br /&gt;with my old mary janes, the sole is splitting&lt;br /&gt;why did I pick up that rock? I knew you'd be underneath&lt;br /&gt;with your big eyes, and white legs burrowing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am far away from the world you live in&lt;br /&gt;the tunnels, the circles- it's mindless but it means something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who am I to feel repulsed or superior?&lt;br /&gt;I've got my own mountain to lie under&lt;br /&gt;with my big eyes and white legs&lt;br /&gt;burrowing, tunneling&lt;br /&gt;oh why? say it's not for nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god, don't you crush me&lt;br /&gt;while I'm still trying for a way out&lt;br /&gt;god, don't you crush me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though I am a parasite&lt;br /&gt;fascinating, for being the most boring thing&lt;br /&gt;you've ever seen&lt;br /&gt;I've still got to find something&lt;br /&gt;burrowing a tunnel to the burning sun&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003722-845507602624781262?l=eggshellheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/845507602624781262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/845507602624781262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eggshellheart.blogspot.com/2008/07/parasites.html' title='Parasites'/><author><name>jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06051721313689218061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i280z-ku_Uc/TRIF8dyyNmI/AAAAAAAAARY/jnDJhO-QC7E/S220/jthumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003722.post-2696345874886752640</id><published>2008-05-07T10:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T10:57:20.059-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weather'/><title type='text'>The Weather</title><content type='html'>You seem set on eroding my trust&lt;br /&gt;On battering my mountain down to a pile of dust&lt;br /&gt;I lie pliant as you pound me until nothing's left&lt;br /&gt;Your face grieves for my loss, then laughs at the theft&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want to be the weather&lt;br /&gt;Driving clouds above my brow&lt;br /&gt;It makes you feel electric&lt;br /&gt;To see me shiver and bow&lt;br /&gt;But your wind can't whip forever&lt;br /&gt;And your thunder is silent now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You seem hell-bent on breaking my will&lt;br /&gt;Holding down my fluttering heart till it lies still&lt;br /&gt;I welcome your claws as they slowly sink inside&lt;br /&gt;Your smile keeps your secrets but your eyes reveal the lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want to be the weather&lt;br /&gt;Driving clouds above my brow&lt;br /&gt;It makes you feel electric&lt;br /&gt;To see me shiver and bow&lt;br /&gt;But your wind can't whip forever&lt;br /&gt;And your thunder is silent now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am ageless and tired&lt;br /&gt;I've lived the same life&lt;br /&gt;A thousand cycles now&lt;br /&gt;You want to be the weather&lt;br /&gt;but your wind can't whip forever&lt;br /&gt;And your thunder is silent&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003722-2696345874886752640?l=eggshellheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/2696345874886752640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/2696345874886752640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eggshellheart.blogspot.com/2008/05/weather.html' title='The Weather'/><author><name>jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06051721313689218061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i280z-ku_Uc/TRIF8dyyNmI/AAAAAAAAARY/jnDJhO-QC7E/S220/jthumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003722.post-3129931494444021173</id><published>2008-05-07T10:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T10:57:00.555-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='City Country'/><title type='text'>City / Country</title><content type='html'>The sky is turning grey as I walk down 4th avenue&lt;br /&gt;but it’s blue above the highway, looming above the roofs&lt;br /&gt;and the statue with her green arms and gold flame is standing guard&lt;br /&gt;How can it be so beautiful and so hard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought of moving to the country when I missed the hills&lt;br /&gt;and the sky spangled with stars, the creek’s ripples and rills&lt;br /&gt;to walk along the old rail trail under a green canopy&lt;br /&gt;to disappear slowly and quietly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I took the G train north on Sunday to see a show&lt;br /&gt;and I sat at the bar, in the candlelight glow&lt;br /&gt;Heard the voices and the guitars bleeding out their tones&lt;br /&gt;This place is so foreign but it feels like home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain fell on my face this morning in Manhattan&lt;br /&gt;I’d forgotten my umbrella but I didn’t care&lt;br /&gt;I straightened my shoulders and waited for the light to change&lt;br /&gt;And thought, "I’m really happy to be here"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003722-3129931494444021173?l=eggshellheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/3129931494444021173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/3129931494444021173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eggshellheart.blogspot.com/2008/05/city-country.html' title='City / Country'/><author><name>jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06051721313689218061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i280z-ku_Uc/TRIF8dyyNmI/AAAAAAAAARY/jnDJhO-QC7E/S220/jthumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003722.post-253262747112359261</id><published>2008-03-27T12:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T12:31:39.988-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='It gives'/><title type='text'>It gives</title><content type='html'>I keep running up against the wall&lt;br /&gt;Like this time it will change, like this time it won't be there at all&lt;br /&gt;And it leaves&lt;br /&gt;red grit and blue bruises&lt;br /&gt;but it never gives&lt;br /&gt;Then I begin to give up and I begin to let you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the way hope makes me hold up my head&lt;br /&gt;When I know it will betray me, it will slay me and leave me for dead&lt;br /&gt;It leaves&lt;br /&gt;gray doubts and yellow scars&lt;br /&gt;but it never gives&lt;br /&gt;Til I begin to give up and I begin to let you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wind tells me to smile, this is for the best&lt;br /&gt;Don't fret for what you can't have, put aside your unrest&lt;br /&gt;And it leaves&lt;br /&gt;pink cheeks and pale skin&lt;br /&gt;and it begins to give me&lt;br /&gt;The strength I need to give in and begin to let you go&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003722-253262747112359261?l=eggshellheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/253262747112359261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/253262747112359261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eggshellheart.blogspot.com/2008/03/it-gives.html' title='It gives'/><author><name>jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06051721313689218061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i280z-ku_Uc/TRIF8dyyNmI/AAAAAAAAARY/jnDJhO-QC7E/S220/jthumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003722.post-116741909943079144</id><published>2008-03-11T14:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T09:38:10.646-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Geometry of a Heavy Heart'/><title type='text'>the geometry of a heavy heart</title><content type='html'>I can fit the puzzle pieces together without a picture&lt;br /&gt;I can solve equations with letters representing the numbers&lt;br /&gt;I can draw us as two points, measure out the line&lt;br /&gt;Plot our position through space and time&lt;br /&gt;But I can’t find a way to chart the geometry of a heavy heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can sketch the pattern of stars in the heavens, a perfect replication&lt;br /&gt;I can still remember your depth and dimension without hesitation&lt;br /&gt;I can map the site where our paths meet&lt;br /&gt;And guess at the angle of our defeat&lt;br /&gt;But even Euclid and Descartes can't solve the geometry of a heavy heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can rewrite the rules till our problems are solved&lt;br /&gt;I can fake the proofs till you don't trust me at all&lt;br /&gt;And it all just falls apart with the geometry of a heavy heart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003722-116741909943079144?l=eggshellheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/116741909943079144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/116741909943079144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eggshellheart.blogspot.com/2006/11/geometry-of-heavy-heart.html' title='the geometry of a heavy heart'/><author><name>jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06051721313689218061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i280z-ku_Uc/TRIF8dyyNmI/AAAAAAAAARY/jnDJhO-QC7E/S220/jthumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003722.post-5871137487242779205</id><published>2008-03-11T08:05:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T12:58:59.396-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Foolish Dream'/><title type='text'>Foolish Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I can’t explain why I do what I do&lt;br /&gt;I wake up from dreaming with music in my head&lt;br /&gt;I remember singin the blues every time I felt bad&lt;br /&gt;Somehow it got me through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you want to make loads of money&lt;br /&gt;Your face on glossy pages, your voice on the radio&lt;br /&gt;I just want to survive the only way I know how&lt;br /&gt;You can keep the fortune, honey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We always argue and I never see it your way&lt;br /&gt;You always start but I always have the final say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing I do, I know it doesn’t make sense&lt;br /&gt;I could take the easy road to a charmed life&lt;br /&gt;But I’ll never belong with the successful and strong&lt;br /&gt;I just want to pay my rent&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We always argue and I never see it your way&lt;br /&gt;You always start but I always have the final say&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I remember singin the blues every time I felt bad&lt;br /&gt;Somehow it got me through... foolish dream&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003722-5871137487242779205?l=eggshellheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/5871137487242779205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/5871137487242779205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eggshellheart.blogspot.com/2008/03/foolish-dream.html' title='Foolish Dream'/><author><name>jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06051721313689218061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i280z-ku_Uc/TRIF8dyyNmI/AAAAAAAAARY/jnDJhO-QC7E/S220/jthumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003722.post-6745161440270202470</id><published>2008-03-11T08:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T12:59:49.193-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lighthouse Keeper'/><title type='text'>Lighthouse Keeper</title><content type='html'>We talk oceans into being between us&lt;br /&gt;with stinging words that taste of salt and rust&lt;br /&gt;then you climb the winding stair, up to the mirror&lt;br /&gt;watch your breath form a mist and let it clear&lt;br /&gt;snuff out the little flame and leave me in the dark&lt;br /&gt;oh lighthouse keeper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s nothing to guide me, when you’re out of reach&lt;br /&gt;but why should you worry when you’re safe on the beach&lt;br /&gt;I threw a line out to the shore&lt;br /&gt;but you severed the cord&lt;br /&gt;oh lighthouse keeper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a vessel on the sand, stranded and dry&lt;br /&gt;said you can’t give me what I need, but you didn’t try&lt;br /&gt;I will track my sightless path across the fathomless span&lt;br /&gt;I will make my way alone just to prove that I can&lt;br /&gt;keep your little flame, and leave me in the dark&lt;br /&gt;oh lighthouse keeper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s nothing to guide me, when you’re out of reach&lt;br /&gt;but why should you worry when you’re safe on the beach&lt;br /&gt;I threw a line out to the shore&lt;br /&gt;but you severed the cord&lt;br /&gt;oh lighthouse keeper&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003722-6745161440270202470?l=eggshellheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/6745161440270202470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/6745161440270202470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eggshellheart.blogspot.com/2008/03/lighthouse-keeper.html' title='Lighthouse Keeper'/><author><name>jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06051721313689218061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i280z-ku_Uc/TRIF8dyyNmI/AAAAAAAAARY/jnDJhO-QC7E/S220/jthumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003722.post-108558098532870786</id><published>2008-03-01T10:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T15:51:27.170-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mayday'/><title type='text'>Mayday</title><content type='html'>I know what I'm doing, I won't get hurt&lt;br /&gt;Walk off with my heart and I'll steal the shirt&lt;br /&gt;Off your back, look behind and I'll laugh&lt;br /&gt;I'll beat you in the end. Baby, pretend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's mayday, mayday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby pretend&lt;br /&gt;I'm your friend, the jukebox charlatan&lt;br /&gt;quarter for my dreams, dollar for my skin&lt;br /&gt;for all these things that roll into and out of my head&lt;br /&gt;Like it never happened. Baby, say when&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's mayday, mayday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, say when&lt;br /&gt;I can stop tiptoeing around what I want to say&lt;br /&gt;Rehearsing the lines to my own play&lt;br /&gt;It might be ok to soften in the sun, a little&lt;br /&gt;Then you'll understand.&lt;br /&gt;Baby, take my hand, it's mayday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's mayday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003722-108558098532870786?l=eggshellheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/108558098532870786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/108558098532870786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eggshellheart.blogspot.com/2004/05/mayday.html' title='Mayday'/><author><name>jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06051721313689218061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i280z-ku_Uc/TRIF8dyyNmI/AAAAAAAAARY/jnDJhO-QC7E/S220/jthumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003722.post-3913383696244923167</id><published>2007-12-20T12:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T12:09:16.019-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Broken Thing'/><title type='text'>Broken Thing</title><content type='html'>When I couldn't take it anymore&lt;br /&gt;I'd go in the bathroom and lock the door&lt;br /&gt;and think of the choices before me&lt;br /&gt;what the cabinet holds&lt;br /&gt;but I always did as I was told&lt;br /&gt;am I a broken thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the fight began I had nowhere to go&lt;br /&gt;so I closed my eyes and turned up the stereo&lt;br /&gt;The way a voice can tell stories&lt;br /&gt;it's not supposed to tell&lt;br /&gt;I keep my secrets and keep them well&lt;br /&gt;am I a broken thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I pretend everything's ok&lt;br /&gt;the bruises are under my clothes&lt;br /&gt;and only the mirror knows&lt;br /&gt;am i a broken thing?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003722-3913383696244923167?l=eggshellheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/3913383696244923167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/3913383696244923167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eggshellheart.blogspot.com/2007/12/broken-thing.html' title='Broken Thing'/><author><name>jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06051721313689218061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i280z-ku_Uc/TRIF8dyyNmI/AAAAAAAAARY/jnDJhO-QC7E/S220/jthumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003722.post-4332924355257786124</id><published>2007-12-20T12:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T12:03:56.080-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Atlas Shrugged'/><title type='text'>Atlas Shrugged</title><content type='html'>I'm at the dead-end street&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the darkened alley&lt;br /&gt;It's like it's calling for me&lt;br /&gt;It's like I know it wants me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no escape&lt;br /&gt;no escape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you told me not to be afraid&lt;br /&gt;I smiled at your innocence&lt;br /&gt;When you told me not to be afraid&lt;br /&gt;I said the world is on my shoulders&lt;br /&gt;If I let it fall it might crush us all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I buy human misery&lt;br /&gt;For two new shiny quarters&lt;br /&gt;Ink runs in the rain&lt;br /&gt;My hands are black and stained&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no escape&lt;br /&gt;no escape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you told me not to be afraid&lt;br /&gt;I smiled at your innocence&lt;br /&gt;When you told me not to be afraid&lt;br /&gt;I said the world is on my shoulders&lt;br /&gt;If I let it fall it might crush us all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no escape,&lt;br /&gt;no escape&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003722-4332924355257786124?l=eggshellheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/4332924355257786124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/4332924355257786124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eggshellheart.blogspot.com/2007/12/atlas-shrugged.html' title='Atlas Shrugged'/><author><name>jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06051721313689218061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i280z-ku_Uc/TRIF8dyyNmI/AAAAAAAAARY/jnDJhO-QC7E/S220/jthumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003722.post-8979764581686069010</id><published>2007-09-18T15:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T15:33:13.908-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joyfully'/><title type='text'>joyfully</title><content type='html'>Cloud shadow runs over my skin&lt;br /&gt;The world is racing by&lt;br /&gt;I tremble like a leaf on the branch&lt;br /&gt;With the next wind's breath&lt;br /&gt;I'll spin into the unknown&lt;br /&gt;Joyfully&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm not a green and tender thing&lt;br /&gt;My color bursts forth&lt;br /&gt;And I couldn't ride the wind like this&lt;br /&gt;When I was young and afraid&lt;br /&gt;Now I open my arms&lt;br /&gt;Joyfully&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fall for the golden lazy boy&lt;br /&gt;The liquid autumn sun&lt;br /&gt;His kiss still burns on my brow&lt;br /&gt;Even after he sinks below&lt;br /&gt;I follow him down&lt;br /&gt;Into the unknown&lt;br /&gt;With open arms&lt;br /&gt;Joyfully&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003722-8979764581686069010?l=eggshellheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/8979764581686069010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/8979764581686069010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eggshellheart.blogspot.com/2007/09/joyfully.html' title='joyfully'/><author><name>jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06051721313689218061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i280z-ku_Uc/TRIF8dyyNmI/AAAAAAAAARY/jnDJhO-QC7E/S220/jthumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003722.post-2495859785122704722</id><published>2007-09-13T14:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T14:16:46.819-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shoulders Dream'/><title type='text'>shoulders dream</title><content type='html'>i'm waiting for your words to speak to me&lt;br /&gt;while doubting the existence&lt;br /&gt;the wordless language of hands and eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i spend my time gathering fragments&lt;br /&gt;trying to form an image out of dust&lt;br /&gt;until i feel the weariness creep into my blood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to let go, but i can't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i find comfort in the angles and distance&lt;br /&gt;doubt becomes a heady drug&lt;br /&gt;the way to avoid opening myself to anyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want it this way, the utter quiet&lt;br /&gt;though sometimes, late, my shoulders sigh&lt;br /&gt;with their own dream of leaning on someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to let go, but i can't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've taken it too far now&lt;br /&gt;you have to knock before i can invite you inside&lt;br /&gt;and let go&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003722-2495859785122704722?l=eggshellheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/2495859785122704722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/2495859785122704722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eggshellheart.blogspot.com/2007/09/shoulders-dream.html' title='shoulders dream'/><author><name>jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06051721313689218061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i280z-ku_Uc/TRIF8dyyNmI/AAAAAAAAARY/jnDJhO-QC7E/S220/jthumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003722.post-1326215917691156983</id><published>2007-08-29T10:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T11:39:42.580-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snow Globe'/><title type='text'>snow globe</title><content type='html'>i'm afraid of the frozen landscape&lt;br /&gt;the friendly mouths are stretched too wide&lt;br /&gt;like wolves and crocodiles &lt;br /&gt;smiling out from civilian eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;circular sky of glass bathed in captured light&lt;br /&gt;lazy fall of plastic ash clinging to polymer faces&lt;br /&gt;at the bottom of a snow globe it's better not knowing&lt;br /&gt;safe in the water, the miniature ground never moves&lt;br /&gt;but outside it's really snowing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm afraid of the motionless residents&lt;br /&gt;welcoming arms stretched out too wide&lt;br /&gt;like sea urchins and anemones&lt;br /&gt;patiently waiting for prey to arrive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;circular sky of glass bathed in captured light&lt;br /&gt;lazy fall of plastic ash clinging to polymer faces&lt;br /&gt;at the bottom of a snow globe, it's better not knowing&lt;br /&gt;safe in the water, the miniature ground never moves&lt;br /&gt;but outside it's really snowing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caught on this day in a chemical mold&lt;br /&gt;this place is a pretty prison&lt;br /&gt;i want to smash the walls of glass in &lt;br /&gt;to free the mix of water and ash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i know&lt;br /&gt;nobody wants this but me&lt;br /&gt;they want to stay in the fake snow&lt;br /&gt;at the bottom of a snow globe, it's better not knowing&lt;br /&gt;outside it's snowing real snow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003722-1326215917691156983?l=eggshellheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/1326215917691156983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/1326215917691156983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eggshellheart.blogspot.com/2007/08/snow-globe.html' title='snow globe'/><author><name>jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06051721313689218061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i280z-ku_Uc/TRIF8dyyNmI/AAAAAAAAARY/jnDJhO-QC7E/S220/jthumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003722.post-2199368775687090737</id><published>2007-08-22T15:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T10:57:49.577-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Damaged Part'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Damaged Part'/><title type='text'>the damaged part</title><content type='html'>fingers meshed between a chain link fence&lt;br /&gt;i want what i see lying just beyond my grasp&lt;br /&gt;Brooklyn with your rain-lashed face&lt;br /&gt;streaked with tail lights smudge&lt;br /&gt;i don't care how cold you get&lt;br /&gt;i'll walk your streets all night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gathering the pieces, broken and re-glued&lt;br /&gt;don't hide the damage, i want every part of you&lt;br /&gt;i want every part of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fingers tracing concrete graffiti scars&lt;br /&gt;the Braille your history is written in&lt;br /&gt;stories vibrate through my skin&lt;br /&gt;in snapshot moments i never lived&lt;br /&gt;wandering where the wind leads&lt;br /&gt;this is what i need, sleep can wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gathering the pieces, broken and re-glued&lt;br /&gt;please don't hide the damage, i want every part of you&lt;br /&gt;i want every part of you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003722-2199368775687090737?l=eggshellheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/2199368775687090737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/2199368775687090737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eggshellheart.blogspot.com/2007/08/damaged-part.html' title='the damaged part'/><author><name>jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06051721313689218061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i280z-ku_Uc/TRIF8dyyNmI/AAAAAAAAARY/jnDJhO-QC7E/S220/jthumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003722.post-110355909121657084</id><published>2007-07-11T16:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T16:56:53.940-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vinyl'/><title type='text'>Vinyl</title><content type='html'>in the wee hours my thoughts revolve&lt;br /&gt;my eyes run the record groove&lt;br /&gt;someone put your needle on me&lt;br /&gt;i need to feel it scratching, scratching&lt;br /&gt;my thoughts revolve&lt;br /&gt;put your needle on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no matter how many times i spin away&lt;br /&gt;i snap back, whiplash, to where i was yesterday&lt;br /&gt;the damage is done dear, with or without you here&lt;br /&gt;it always catches in that one spot but no matter what&lt;br /&gt;i've still got to play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on an endless night i turn the volume up&lt;br /&gt;my voice crackles, warm vinyl&lt;br /&gt;someone put your needle on me&lt;br /&gt;i need to feel it grinding, grinding&lt;br /&gt;turn the volume up&lt;br /&gt;put your needle on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no matter how many times i spin away&lt;br /&gt;i snap back, whiplash, to where i was yesterday&lt;br /&gt;the damage is done dear, with or without you here&lt;br /&gt;it always catches in that one spot but no matter what&lt;br /&gt;i've still got to play&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003722-110355909121657084?l=eggshellheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/110355909121657084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/110355909121657084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eggshellheart.blogspot.com/2004/12/wasted-time-fragment.html' title='Vinyl'/><author><name>jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06051721313689218061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i280z-ku_Uc/TRIF8dyyNmI/AAAAAAAAARY/jnDJhO-QC7E/S220/jthumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003722.post-60359650850301623</id><published>2007-06-23T18:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T18:30:24.669-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Forbidden Door'/><title type='text'>forbidden door</title><content type='html'>behind the forbidden door&lt;br /&gt;i hear the click of claw on floor&lt;br /&gt;panting breath and blood-spill lust&lt;br /&gt;my palms sweat and my mouth tastes of dust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i have to go down the back set of stairs&lt;br /&gt;i have to go down to the forbidden door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to go down&lt;br /&gt;because that's where i'll know me&lt;br /&gt;you don't have to go there with me&lt;br /&gt;i'm not lonely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i have to go down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all of us have a secret room&lt;br /&gt;where horrors crawl and terrors bloom&lt;br /&gt;we lock the door and pretend not to know&lt;br /&gt;the things that we left to ripen below&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i have to go down the back set of stairs&lt;br /&gt;i have to go down to the forbidden door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to go down&lt;br /&gt;because that's where i'll know me&lt;br /&gt;you don't have to go there with me&lt;br /&gt;i'm not lonely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i have to go down&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003722-60359650850301623?l=eggshellheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/60359650850301623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/60359650850301623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eggshellheart.blogspot.com/2007/06/forbidden-door.html' title='forbidden door'/><author><name>jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06051721313689218061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i280z-ku_Uc/TRIF8dyyNmI/AAAAAAAAARY/jnDJhO-QC7E/S220/jthumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003722.post-4288654614302852860</id><published>2007-05-24T10:59:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T17:12:05.154-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Want to Want Something'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Freedom'/><title type='text'>Freedom</title><content type='html'>everyday it's the same old day&lt;br /&gt;all the people pushing each other out of the way&lt;br /&gt;to get where they don't want to be in the first place&lt;br /&gt;to get the money to buy the things they don't need to fill the empty space&lt;br /&gt;to replace dreams with decay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to dig my fingers into&lt;br /&gt;the plastic sheets i wrapped myself in&lt;br /&gt;i want to breathe, to feel the air hum on my skin&lt;br /&gt;to splash my heart across these city streets&lt;br /&gt;and damn the consequences&lt;br /&gt;i want to want something&lt;br /&gt;i want to want something&lt;br /&gt;i want freedom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i get lost in the crowd, i lose my way&lt;br /&gt;they taught me if i want to get somewhere&lt;br /&gt;i've got to take and take and take&lt;br /&gt;till the weaker ones break beneath me&lt;br /&gt;i've lost my sense of sound and sight and touch and taste&lt;br /&gt;i replace my dreams with decay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to dig my fingers into&lt;br /&gt;the plastic sheets i wrapped myself in&lt;br /&gt;i want to breathe, to feel the air hum on my skin&lt;br /&gt;to splash my heart across these city streets&lt;br /&gt;and damn the consequences&lt;br /&gt;i want to want something&lt;br /&gt;i want to want something&lt;br /&gt;i want freedom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to splash my heart across these city streets&lt;br /&gt;and damn the consequences&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003722-4288654614302852860?l=eggshellheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/4288654614302852860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/4288654614302852860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eggshellheart.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-want-to-want-something.html' title='Freedom'/><author><name>jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06051721313689218061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i280z-ku_Uc/TRIF8dyyNmI/AAAAAAAAARY/jnDJhO-QC7E/S220/jthumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003722.post-7555548431674495797</id><published>2007-05-23T11:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T12:14:59.150-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You&apos;re the Dog'/><title type='text'>you're the dog</title><content type='html'>let me strain at the end of my chain&lt;br /&gt;run the wide circle, i wear it down&lt;br /&gt;to a rutted hollow in the ground&lt;br /&gt;don't take the collar off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm a hound hungry for a bone&lt;br /&gt;to hoard and bury in fertile black soil&lt;br /&gt;the dark womb, my plot takes root&lt;br /&gt;don't dig the skeletons up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me blame you, let me say it's all your fault&lt;br /&gt;let me hate you, let me say that you're the dog&lt;br /&gt;i am bound because i want to be&lt;br /&gt;but let me say it's you&lt;br /&gt;not me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me run till i'm yanked off my feet&lt;br /&gt;scrape off the skin and bloody my chin&lt;br /&gt;test the limits with lunatic insistence&lt;br /&gt;don't take the collar off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm a mongrel lusting for strangers&lt;br /&gt;to rend and tear, they dared liberation&lt;br /&gt;while i am in ruins pacing the boundary&lt;br /&gt;don't dig the skeletons up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me blame you, let me say it's all your fault&lt;br /&gt;let me hate you, let me say that you're the dog&lt;br /&gt;i am bound because i want to be&lt;br /&gt;but let me say it's you&lt;br /&gt;not me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003722-7555548431674495797?l=eggshellheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/7555548431674495797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/7555548431674495797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eggshellheart.blogspot.com/2007/05/youre-dog.html' title='you&apos;re the dog'/><author><name>jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06051721313689218061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i280z-ku_Uc/TRIF8dyyNmI/AAAAAAAAARY/jnDJhO-QC7E/S220/jthumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003722.post-8486930086997252267</id><published>2007-05-07T16:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T17:10:52.104-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Papers and Magazines'/><title type='text'>Papers and Magazines</title><content type='html'>remember when we couldn't sleep&lt;br /&gt;cuz the nightmares were real and their shadows stretched deep&lt;br /&gt;I'd say think of a beautiful dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we'd get together when we got older&lt;br /&gt;you said I was your savior but you were my shoulder&lt;br /&gt;and we shared the myths of the past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we don't need our faces in the papers and magazines&lt;br /&gt;we don't need our names in the annals of history&lt;br /&gt;'cuz we know who we are and what we have done&lt;br /&gt;the monsters we fought and the battles we won&lt;br /&gt;we don't need anything from anyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember when I met you at the train&lt;br /&gt;we drank beer on my stoop without saying a thing&lt;br /&gt;then we both laughed and took a breath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were naïve and broken and sad&lt;br /&gt;i still thought i could save the world when it went bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we don't need our faces in the papers and magazines&lt;br /&gt;we don't need our names in the annals of history&lt;br /&gt;'cuz we know who we are and what we have done&lt;br /&gt;the monsters we fought and the battles we won&lt;br /&gt;we don't need anything from anyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but if you need to breathe I will help you to breathe&lt;br /&gt;if you need to believe I will help you to believe&lt;br /&gt;if you need to break free I will help you to break free&lt;br /&gt;'cuz you always did the same for me&lt;br /&gt;you always did the same for me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003722-8486930086997252267?l=eggshellheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/8486930086997252267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/8486930086997252267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eggshellheart.blogspot.com/2007/05/little-sister.html' title='Papers and Magazines'/><author><name>jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06051721313689218061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i280z-ku_Uc/TRIF8dyyNmI/AAAAAAAAARY/jnDJhO-QC7E/S220/jthumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003722.post-5745289385139750396</id><published>2007-04-25T11:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T11:12:52.751-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Needles and Spines'/><title type='text'>needles and spines</title><content type='html'>when i was a kid you would drive and i'd hold the map upside down&lt;br /&gt;then we'd get lost but you'd never get mad, you'd laugh and kiss me on the crown&lt;br /&gt;and say, 'it'll get easier when you get older'&lt;br /&gt;but people are puzzles with signs and symbols that i can't decipher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i get it all wrong&lt;br /&gt;i get it all wrong&lt;br /&gt;my heart stands still in her empty chambers&lt;br /&gt;i get it all wrong&lt;br /&gt;i get it all wrong&lt;br /&gt;but i long for more time to kiss the greedy mouth of life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was a kid i reached for the burner, you grabbed my hands and pulled me away&lt;br /&gt;but i had to touch it, i kept reaching out, i had to learn the meaning of pain&lt;br /&gt;you said, 'it'll get easier when you get older'&lt;br /&gt;but i still see it brighten and beckon so i reach for the fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i get it all wrong&lt;br /&gt;i get it all wrong&lt;br /&gt;my heart stands still in her empty chambers&lt;br /&gt;i get it all wrong&lt;br /&gt;i get it all wrong&lt;br /&gt;but i long for more time to kiss the greedy mouth of life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the world quivers with needles and spines&lt;br /&gt;the glint of poison leaves my hypnotized&lt;br /&gt;and crawls into the whorls and ravines&lt;br /&gt;i wanna taste it, even if it kills me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even if it's wrong&lt;br /&gt;my heart stands still in her empty chambers&lt;br /&gt;i get it all wrong&lt;br /&gt;i get it all wrong&lt;br /&gt;but i long for more time to kiss the greedy mouth of life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003722-5745289385139750396?l=eggshellheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/5745289385139750396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/5745289385139750396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eggshellheart.blogspot.com/2007/04/needles-and-spines.html' title='needles and spines'/><author><name>jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06051721313689218061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i280z-ku_Uc/TRIF8dyyNmI/AAAAAAAAARY/jnDJhO-QC7E/S220/jthumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003722.post-6637801549456840227</id><published>2007-04-25T11:04:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T10:58:21.761-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Statue of Liberty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Inevitable'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inevitable'/><title type='text'>the inevitable</title><content type='html'>here i am again in a cab from manhattan&lt;br /&gt;leaving the city for the quiet of brooklyn&lt;br /&gt;and the city lights look like a fairy kingdom&lt;br /&gt;reflected in the river's dark oblivion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's lady liberty and she is me&lt;br /&gt;standing tall and brave, holding up her single light&lt;br /&gt;with no one there to help her when she is tired and cold&lt;br /&gt;but still-&lt;br /&gt;she's always there when i come home&lt;br /&gt;always there when i come home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would be easy to give in after everything that's been&lt;br /&gt;but how could i begin? should i shuffle and flinch&lt;br /&gt;when i remember standing straight and proud&lt;br /&gt;with heart unshackled, head unbowed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's lady liberty and she is me&lt;br /&gt;standing tall and brave, holding up her single light&lt;br /&gt;with no one there to help her when she is tired and cold&lt;br /&gt;but still-&lt;br /&gt;she's always there when i come home&lt;br /&gt;always there when i come home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if this is the price i will pay it&lt;br /&gt;if this is the command i will obey it&lt;br /&gt;if no one understands i will believe it&lt;br /&gt;the light is in my hands&lt;br /&gt;i can feel it&lt;br /&gt;i can see it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;always there when i come home&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003722-6637801549456840227?l=eggshellheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/6637801549456840227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/6637801549456840227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eggshellheart.blogspot.com/2007/04/inevitable.html' title='the inevitable'/><author><name>jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06051721313689218061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i280z-ku_Uc/TRIF8dyyNmI/AAAAAAAAARY/jnDJhO-QC7E/S220/jthumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003722.post-116741968231858326</id><published>2006-12-29T14:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T16:52:48.678-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lost Gospel of Judas'/><title type='text'>the lost gospel of judas</title><content type='html'>i'm not surprised anymore&lt;br /&gt;i don't feel a shock when you show up at my door&lt;br /&gt;with a story full of holes&lt;br /&gt;that we've both chosen to ignore&lt;br /&gt;the robes that we are rolling for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can i trust anyone when i already know how this ends?&lt;br /&gt;you'll seal the deal with a kiss, my friend&lt;br /&gt;betrayal's never welcome on your lips&lt;br /&gt;and hearts never get easier to mend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel a rush of relief&lt;br /&gt;to stop defending my position and suspending disbelief&lt;br /&gt;at the guilt you evince&lt;br /&gt;with a cringe and a wince&lt;br /&gt;the olive branch dressed in a fig leaf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can i trust anyone when i already know how this ends?&lt;br /&gt;you'll seal the deal with a kiss, my friend&lt;br /&gt;betrayal's never welcome on your lips&lt;br /&gt;and hearts never get easier to mend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's not dance around sincerity again when we already know how this will end&lt;br /&gt;you'll seal the deal with a kiss, my friend&lt;br /&gt;i can smell the snow on your breath&lt;br /&gt;and hearts never get easier to mend&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003722-116741968231858326?l=eggshellheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/116741968231858326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/116741968231858326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eggshellheart.blogspot.com/2006/12/lost-gospel-of-judas.html' title='the lost gospel of judas'/><author><name>jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06051721313689218061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i280z-ku_Uc/TRIF8dyyNmI/AAAAAAAAARY/jnDJhO-QC7E/S220/jthumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003722.post-116741966076637673</id><published>2006-12-29T14:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T15:00:50.332-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Examination Table'/><title type='text'>examination table</title><content type='html'>why do i open wide&lt;br /&gt;when they say&lt;br /&gt;'stick out your tongue&lt;br /&gt;let me probe inside&lt;br /&gt;and tell me if you feel something'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do i take it lying down&lt;br /&gt;when they say&lt;br /&gt;'give me your clothes&lt;br /&gt;put on this hospital gown&lt;br /&gt;don't worry, you won't feel a thing'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do i lower my head&lt;br /&gt;when they say&lt;br /&gt;'be a good girl&lt;br /&gt;and do as i have said&lt;br /&gt;let me handle everything'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do i hold so still&lt;br /&gt;when they say&lt;br /&gt;'take a deep breath&lt;br /&gt;this might feel a little chill&lt;br /&gt;but it's most likely nothing'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i am sick, it's from the terror in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;the awe in which you hold the splendor of your lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do i lower my head?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003722-116741966076637673?l=eggshellheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/116741966076637673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/116741966076637673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eggshellheart.blogspot.com/2006/12/examination-table.html' title='examination table'/><author><name>jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06051721313689218061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i280z-ku_Uc/TRIF8dyyNmI/AAAAAAAAARY/jnDJhO-QC7E/S220/jthumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003722.post-116741942460444388</id><published>2006-12-18T14:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T14:17:11.001-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Air'/><title type='text'>air</title><content type='html'>spend all my time&lt;br /&gt;erecting fortifications&lt;br /&gt;fingers to the dam&lt;br /&gt;pacing the widows walk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you lift me out of my skin&lt;br /&gt;and i want to come&lt;br /&gt;up for air&lt;br /&gt;i can't breathe for long&lt;br /&gt;out of the water&lt;br /&gt;but i will meet you there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spend countless hours&lt;br /&gt;shaping paper masks&lt;br /&gt;shrug like atlas&lt;br /&gt;waiting for the ship that won't come in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you lift me out of my skin&lt;br /&gt;and i want to come&lt;br /&gt;up for air&lt;br /&gt;i can't breathe for long&lt;br /&gt;out of the water&lt;br /&gt;but i will meet you there&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003722-116741942460444388?l=eggshellheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/116741942460444388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/116741942460444388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eggshellheart.blogspot.com/2006/12/come-up-for-air.html' title='air'/><author><name>jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06051721313689218061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i280z-ku_Uc/TRIF8dyyNmI/AAAAAAAAARY/jnDJhO-QC7E/S220/jthumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003722.post-116741934332678687</id><published>2006-12-16T14:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T15:01:28.265-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Always Feel So Empty When It&apos;s Over'/><title type='text'>i always feel so empty when it's over</title><content type='html'>shoot for the moon&lt;br /&gt;bring it down like snow&lt;br /&gt;and when it falls for a beat, a breath&lt;br /&gt;i'll wear its glow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pluck out the stars&lt;br /&gt;pin 'em in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;before they wither like wildflowers&lt;br /&gt;i'll tell their lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh&lt;br /&gt;i wonder everyone doesn't know&lt;br /&gt;when the music's finished playing&lt;br /&gt;when streamers cover the floor&lt;br /&gt;i'm still dancing slow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i always feel so empty when it's over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shake all the planets&lt;br /&gt;till orbits realign&lt;br /&gt;in the aftermath i will shiver, laugh&lt;br /&gt;and say, 'you were mine'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember the moon&lt;br /&gt;the veil of misty white&lt;br /&gt;will cling to my clothes, melt in my hair&lt;br /&gt;when we kiss goodnight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh&lt;br /&gt;i wonder everyone doesn't know&lt;br /&gt;when the music's finished playing&lt;br /&gt;when streamers cover the floor&lt;br /&gt;i'm still dancing slow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i always feel so empty when it's over&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003722-116741934332678687?l=eggshellheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/116741934332678687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/116741934332678687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eggshellheart.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-always-feel-so-empty-when-its-over.html' title='i always feel so empty when it&apos;s over'/><author><name>jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06051721313689218061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i280z-ku_Uc/TRIF8dyyNmI/AAAAAAAAARY/jnDJhO-QC7E/S220/jthumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003722.post-116741919224741056</id><published>2006-12-02T14:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T15:01:50.138-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='There&apos;s Something Beautiful In Us'/><title type='text'>there's something beautiful in us</title><content type='html'>i'll tell you what i see in the way you look at me&lt;br /&gt;i see your eyes hold the key to my destruction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've done this before and i'll do it evermore&lt;br /&gt;miss the warning signs, but step back in time to change direction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to believe there's something beautiful in us&lt;br /&gt;i want to believe that we can change, that we can leave behind our selfish ways&lt;br /&gt;i want to believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i've got to find my way alone&lt;br /&gt;no one can help me with this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't say a word cuz my meaning goes unheard&lt;br /&gt;i spin my stories out for strangers with hearts to listen&lt;br /&gt;i can't entertain, i can't play the pointless games&lt;br /&gt;that everyone is forced to play until they become an addiction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to believe there's something beautiful in us&lt;br /&gt;i want to believe that we can change, that we can leave behind our selfish ways&lt;br /&gt;i want to believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i've got to find my way alone&lt;br /&gt;no one can help me with this&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003722-116741919224741056?l=eggshellheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/116741919224741056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/116741919224741056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eggshellheart.blogspot.com/2006/12/theres-something-beautiful-in-us.html' title='there&apos;s something beautiful in us'/><author><name>jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06051721313689218061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i280z-ku_Uc/TRIF8dyyNmI/AAAAAAAAARY/jnDJhO-QC7E/S220/jthumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003722.post-116741894427533129</id><published>2006-11-14T14:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T15:02:08.961-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Artificial Life'/><title type='text'>artificial life</title><content type='html'>yes i bruise, and sometimes i bleed&lt;br /&gt;but i am wild &amp; wicked &amp;amp; free&lt;br /&gt;don't pin your crimes on a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;then ask me to quietly play the part&lt;br /&gt;you set for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you don't want me to survive&lt;br /&gt;when you are withered and dead&lt;br /&gt;it makes you feel alive to think&lt;br /&gt;that you are the air keeping me alive&lt;br /&gt;when you are withered and dead&lt;br /&gt;you don't want me to survive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes i bruise, and sometimes i break&lt;br /&gt;but i am color &amp; light &amp;amp;  grace&lt;br /&gt;don't throw a challenge at my feet&lt;br /&gt;then ask me to bow my head in defeat&lt;br /&gt;without a fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you don't want me to survive&lt;br /&gt;when you are withered and dead&lt;br /&gt;it makes you feel alive to think&lt;br /&gt;that you are the air keeping me alive&lt;br /&gt;when you are withered and dead&lt;br /&gt;you don't want me to survive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unless i embrace the shape of your lies&lt;br /&gt;your artificial life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003722-116741894427533129?l=eggshellheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/116741894427533129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/116741894427533129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eggshellheart.blogspot.com/2006/11/asher-are-you-drawing-pretty-things.html' title='artificial life'/><author><name>jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06051721313689218061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i280z-ku_Uc/TRIF8dyyNmI/AAAAAAAAARY/jnDJhO-QC7E/S220/jthumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003722.post-116741881906872918</id><published>2006-10-24T13:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T16:55:01.160-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ghost Story'/><title type='text'>ghost story</title><content type='html'>the cold, hard facts are twisted like taffy&lt;br /&gt;open wide for sugared strands of corruption&lt;br /&gt;pulsing cavities hint at self-destruction&lt;br /&gt;in the afterimage of chemical brightened smiles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me take this out of context with canvas and oil&lt;br /&gt;will you stay the course, seeing what you want to see?&lt;br /&gt;while i paint the landscape in distorted hues&lt;br /&gt;pulled from the palette of our modern prophets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fabricated threats and dire warnings&lt;br /&gt;are monsters under the bed, eating up our hopes&lt;br /&gt;once upon a time there was nothing to fear&lt;br /&gt;but now the closet rattles with mushroom clouds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i choose not to eat the witch's poisoned apple&lt;br /&gt;to sleep while toyed with by puppetmasters&lt;br /&gt;or wait for a hero's strength to rescue me&lt;br /&gt;from a death i welcomed into my own sacred body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me take this out of context with paper and pen&lt;br /&gt;will you stay the course, hearing what you want to hear?&lt;br /&gt;while i walk you through this disturbing landscape&lt;br /&gt;of past truths erased by ever-present lies&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003722-116741881906872918?l=eggshellheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/116741881906872918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/116741881906872918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eggshellheart.blogspot.com/2006/10/ghost-story.html' title='ghost story'/><author><name>jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06051721313689218061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i280z-ku_Uc/TRIF8dyyNmI/AAAAAAAAARY/jnDJhO-QC7E/S220/jthumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003722.post-116741867537750565</id><published>2006-10-03T13:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T17:13:55.573-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Red Riding Hood'/><title type='text'>red riding hood</title><content type='html'>i try to figure out what's wrong with all of us&lt;br /&gt;and why we try to solve our problems with some bullets and a gun&lt;br /&gt;why would you want to hurt someone&lt;br /&gt;even if you've been hurt in the past?&lt;br /&gt;what makes someone hurt someone?&lt;br /&gt;i'm half-afraid to ask&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in a world full of wolves maybe i'm just a little girl&lt;br /&gt;instead of the sharp teeth and set jaw, i see a smile curl&lt;br /&gt;why would someone want to hurt me?&lt;br /&gt;i've been through enough in this life&lt;br /&gt;we're all left nursing our own pain&lt;br /&gt;whether it comes from a word or a hand or a knife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we pivot around the sound of those who scream loudest&lt;br /&gt;and i feel my whisper's lost, another useless protest&lt;br /&gt;but i was born a stubborn fool&lt;br /&gt;i'm at the mercy of my heart&lt;br /&gt;and it tells me to struggle and hope and love&lt;br /&gt;even when this life rips me apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'm just a little girl and you laugh at me under your hand&lt;br /&gt;i will bring you the flowers i picked in the shadow of the mountain&lt;br /&gt;and if you want you can trample them&lt;br /&gt;but it's all i have to give&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to struggle and hope and love&lt;br /&gt;as long as this world lets me live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to struggle and hope and love&lt;br /&gt;as long as this world lets me live&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003722-116741867537750565?l=eggshellheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/116741867537750565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/116741867537750565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eggshellheart.blogspot.com/2006/10/red-riding-hood.html' title='red riding hood'/><author><name>jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06051721313689218061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i280z-ku_Uc/TRIF8dyyNmI/AAAAAAAAARY/jnDJhO-QC7E/S220/jthumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003722.post-116741858922667376</id><published>2006-09-29T13:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T16:55:20.065-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monotony of Rising and Falling'/><title type='text'>the monotony of rising and falling</title><content type='html'>i'm going home, to shut the door&lt;br /&gt;shut it all out, the bustle and clamor&lt;br /&gt;don't come knocking if you want something&lt;br /&gt;i won't answer no matter how you hammer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not gonna think about the last time i screwed up&lt;br /&gt;or the last time i saw you, or the last thing you said&lt;br /&gt;will put on my headphones, fill up some pages&lt;br /&gt;empty my bruised heart and clear my stubborn head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can keep track of the nights i haven't slept&lt;br /&gt;by the bottles lined up along my window ledge&lt;br /&gt;i sleep with my computer in the bed these nights&lt;br /&gt;for the comfort of the pulsing of the power light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going home, to shut the door&lt;br /&gt;shut it all out, the climbing and crawling&lt;br /&gt;don't come knocking if you want something&lt;br /&gt;to break the monotony of rising and falling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i choose to walk where others see a wasteland&lt;br /&gt;and i embrace it and i kiss the thorny soil&lt;br /&gt;the spirit comes and raises my chin&lt;br /&gt;oh destiny, i'm scared but i'm going&lt;br /&gt;i'm scared but i'm going&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can keep track of the nights i haven't slept&lt;br /&gt;by the bottles lined up along my window ledge&lt;br /&gt;i sleep with my computer in the bed these nights&lt;br /&gt;for the comfort of the pulsing of the power light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm scared but i'm going&lt;br /&gt;i'm scared but i'm going&lt;br /&gt;i'm scared but i'm going&lt;br /&gt;going away&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003722-116741858922667376?l=eggshellheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/116741858922667376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/116741858922667376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eggshellheart.blogspot.com/2006/09/monotony-of-rising-and-falling.html' title='the monotony of rising and falling'/><author><name>jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06051721313689218061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i280z-ku_Uc/TRIF8dyyNmI/AAAAAAAAARY/jnDJhO-QC7E/S220/jthumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003722.post-116741844346720469</id><published>2006-09-20T13:52:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T17:31:00.844-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Red Ballpoint Pen'/><title type='text'>Red Ballpoint Pen</title><content type='html'>five seconds, i'll lay my soul bare&lt;br /&gt;bask in the phosphor heat&lt;br /&gt;the spark, the hush, the crackle, the flare&lt;br /&gt;i promise to stay incomplete&lt;br /&gt;flickering to nothing but ash&lt;br /&gt;my love burns hot, and it burns out so fast&lt;br /&gt;it burns out so fast but tomorrow i won't care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three minutes, i'll drown in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;touch the sweet cup to my lips&lt;br /&gt;the rose, the blush, the body, the light&lt;br /&gt;i'm forcing my own eclipse&lt;br /&gt;holding on to an empty glass&lt;br /&gt;my love intoxicates, but it never lasts&lt;br /&gt;it never lasts and tomorrow i'll swallow new lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one night, i'll laugh at this madness&lt;br /&gt;curled up tight in a chair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the pride, the penance, the waste, the sadness&lt;br /&gt;i've seen more truth now than i can bear&lt;br /&gt;scribbling with a red ballpoint pen&lt;br /&gt;my love's an addiction, i'll taste it again&lt;br /&gt;i'll taste it again, and tomorrow i know i'll be glad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003722-116741844346720469?l=eggshellheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/116741844346720469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/116741844346720469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eggshellheart.blogspot.com/2006/09/red-ballpoint-pen.html' title='Red Ballpoint Pen'/><author><name>jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06051721313689218061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i280z-ku_Uc/TRIF8dyyNmI/AAAAAAAAARY/jnDJhO-QC7E/S220/jthumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003722.post-116741833190301496</id><published>2006-09-20T13:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T16:55:34.958-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poker Face'/><title type='text'>poker face</title><content type='html'>if actions speak louder than words&lt;br /&gt;then i never speak at all&lt;br /&gt;the money's down, bluff's been called&lt;br /&gt;let the chips fall where they may&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but my face will never betray me&lt;br /&gt;it will never reveal the things i feel&lt;br /&gt;i'll make up stories about you&lt;br /&gt;and convince myself that they're real&lt;br /&gt;under my breath i whisper, 'don't walk out the door'&lt;br /&gt;meaninglessly, cuz i know you will&lt;br /&gt;i know you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm compulsive, pour me a drink&lt;br /&gt;i'll either be happy or sad&lt;br /&gt;when the sun's comin up and my wallet's lost&lt;br /&gt;yeah i've been had or so they say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but my face will never betray me&lt;br /&gt;it will never reveal the things i feel&lt;br /&gt;i'll make up stories about you&lt;br /&gt;and convince myself that they're real&lt;br /&gt;under my breath i whisper, 'don't walk out the door'&lt;br /&gt;meaninglessly, cuz i know you will&lt;br /&gt;i know you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003722-116741833190301496?l=eggshellheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/116741833190301496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/116741833190301496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eggshellheart.blogspot.com/2006/09/poker-face.html' title='poker face'/><author><name>jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06051721313689218061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i280z-ku_Uc/TRIF8dyyNmI/AAAAAAAAARY/jnDJhO-QC7E/S220/jthumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003722.post-116741820632882294</id><published>2006-09-10T13:47:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T13:52:38.068-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Suppose'/><title type='text'>Suppose</title><content type='html'>You all get married young cuz that's what you're supposed to do&lt;br /&gt;and I suppose it's brought you happiness too? I suppose no one's happier than you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're having babies young cuz that's what you're supposed to do&lt;br /&gt;and I suppose you've matured too? I suppose you'll raise 'em just like you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never fit in nowhere, with nothing, with no one&lt;br /&gt;I was never satisfied to live my life just like everyone else&lt;br /&gt;and I might break myself but I'd rather be used&lt;br /&gt;than whole and new and still up on the shelf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You all go to church on sundays cuz that's what you're supposed to do&lt;br /&gt;and I suppose those people in the church love you? I suppose you love those people too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You all talk about your god cuz that's what you're supposed to do&lt;br /&gt;and I suppose you preach what you practice too? I suppose no one's holier than you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I never fit in nowhere, with nothing, with no one&lt;br /&gt;I was never satisfied to live my life just like everyone else&lt;br /&gt;and I might break myself but i'd rather be used&lt;br /&gt;than whole and new and still up on the shelf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take communion with a steaming loaf of bread and red wine&lt;br /&gt;in the back of the bar with my friends at closing time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we never fit in nowhere, with nothing, with no one&lt;br /&gt;we were never satisfied to live our lives just like everyone else&lt;br /&gt;and music is the secret we share among ourselves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our cups run over and spill on the floor&lt;br /&gt;we've stayed up too late, let's just sing one more&lt;br /&gt;all of us broken and used, lost and confused&lt;br /&gt;and we might break ourselves but we'd rather be used&lt;br /&gt;than whole and new and still up on the shelf&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003722-116741820632882294?l=eggshellheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/116741820632882294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/116741820632882294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eggshellheart.blogspot.com/2006/09/suppose.html' title='Suppose'/><author><name>jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06051721313689218061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i280z-ku_Uc/TRIF8dyyNmI/AAAAAAAAARY/jnDJhO-QC7E/S220/jthumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003722.post-116741805840210658</id><published>2006-08-28T13:46:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T13:49:54.545-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brake Lights'/><title type='text'>Brake Lights</title><content type='html'>Haven't seen the mountains for a few months now&lt;br /&gt;and it feels like years since I've seen green&lt;br /&gt;The rain's keeping rhythm on the car roof&lt;br /&gt;I wish it was you sitting next to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fog is lifting lazy off the slope&lt;br /&gt;Only mist but I think it looks like smoke&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing I really want to listen to&lt;br /&gt;but I wish it was you with your hand on the radio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then maybe we'd pull off the highway, let all the cars roll on their way&lt;br /&gt;No words to eat up the silence unless there's something to say&lt;br /&gt;Why be in such a hurry? Just slow down and don't worry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sky is poking out behind the clouds in patches&lt;br /&gt;Looks a lot like me- blue, broken, and ragged&lt;br /&gt;but bright with unspoken promise&lt;br /&gt;and I wish it was you lighting up my blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eyes disappear in distant shadow&lt;br /&gt;I think I could sleep on through till tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Brake lights shake me out of my daze&lt;br /&gt;I wish it was you saying 'sleep now, it'll be ok'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then maybe we'd pull off the highway, let all the cars roll on their way&lt;br /&gt;No words to eat up the silence unless there's something to say&lt;br /&gt;Why be in such a hurry? Just slow down and don't worry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003722-116741805840210658?l=eggshellheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/116741805840210658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/116741805840210658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eggshellheart.blogspot.com/2006/08/brake-lights.html' title='Brake Lights'/><author><name>jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06051721313689218061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i280z-ku_Uc/TRIF8dyyNmI/AAAAAAAAARY/jnDJhO-QC7E/S220/jthumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003722.post-116741797939992070</id><published>2006-08-23T13:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T17:14:25.712-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hurricane'/><title type='text'>hurricane</title><content type='html'>electric fingers lift my hair&lt;br /&gt;while the whirlwind carries our dearest possessions&lt;br /&gt;away&lt;br /&gt;it all comes to nothing&lt;br /&gt;but i am still here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am the calm in the eye of the storm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;static drowns the sound of my voice&lt;br /&gt;i was calling your name through the rain of&lt;br /&gt;destruction&lt;br /&gt;and you never came&lt;br /&gt;but i am still here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am the calm in the eye of the storm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i want to throw a glass against the wall&lt;br /&gt;to shut you up, cuz you're not listening at all&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i want to throw myself against the wall&lt;br /&gt;to shut you up, if i fall let me choose to fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am the calm in the eye of the storm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003722-116741797939992070?l=eggshellheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/116741797939992070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/116741797939992070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eggshellheart.blogspot.com/2006/08/hurricane.html' title='hurricane'/><author><name>jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06051721313689218061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i280z-ku_Uc/TRIF8dyyNmI/AAAAAAAAARY/jnDJhO-QC7E/S220/jthumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003722.post-115619356527433098</id><published>2006-08-21T16:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T17:14:39.180-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Colour of Fall Leaves'/><title type='text'>colour of fall leaves</title><content type='html'>friends &amp; neighbors want to tell me what i should do&lt;br /&gt;while they argue over my gift, dogs on a bone&lt;br /&gt;while the meat of my deepest beliefs is torn apart in front of me&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; all i want is to go home and try to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should i spend my life staring at an office wall&lt;br /&gt;while inside my head my dreams are the colour of fall leaves&lt;br /&gt;and no one but me can see them withering under my feet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my songs are my daughters, should i dress them up in tight clothes&lt;br /&gt;put them out on the street? say 'bring me some money kids, before you can come home'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i'm gonna do is make my music&lt;br /&gt;however i choose it&lt;br /&gt;&amp; i don't care if you like it or you think you can buy it or sell it or promote it&lt;br /&gt;what i'm gonna do is make my music&lt;br /&gt;even if it breaks my heart and empties my wallet&lt;br /&gt;but don't you ever tell me&lt;br /&gt;'go write a song about it'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friends &amp;amp; neighbors, i'd do anything for you&lt;br /&gt;but when it comes to my dreams, let me be, i'm turning my back on you&lt;br /&gt;cuz i've had to struggle and watch the minutes run to hours and days and years&lt;br /&gt;that will never come again&lt;br /&gt;and i don't wanna hear another argument&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i'm gonna do is make my music&lt;br /&gt;however i choose it&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i don't care if you think you can buy it or you think you can sell it or promote it&lt;br /&gt;what i'm gonna do is make my music&lt;br /&gt;even if it breaks my heart and empties my wallet&lt;br /&gt;but don't you ever say again&lt;br /&gt;'go write a song about it'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003722-115619356527433098?l=eggshellheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/115619356527433098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/115619356527433098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eggshellheart.blogspot.com/2006/08/colour-of-fall-leaves.html' title='colour of fall leaves'/><author><name>jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06051721313689218061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i280z-ku_Uc/TRIF8dyyNmI/AAAAAAAAARY/jnDJhO-QC7E/S220/jthumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003722.post-114910923886104384</id><published>2006-05-31T16:15:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T17:38:12.046-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dissolution Disillusionment'/><title type='text'>Dissolution / Disillusionment</title><content type='html'>what a disaster&lt;br /&gt;what a surprise&lt;br /&gt;my pulse pounds faster&lt;br /&gt;the water's in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my instinct says run without saying goodbye&lt;br /&gt;construct a safe edifice of denials and lies&lt;br /&gt;can i lay in the ruins of love that won't survive&lt;br /&gt;until my will dissolves and i let it fall to pieces?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i take a deep breath and let it out&lt;br /&gt;bite my lip and beat back doubt&lt;br /&gt;why can't you leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;even when you're not here&lt;br /&gt;even when you're nowhere near?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the clocks protest&lt;br /&gt;time stands still&lt;br /&gt;i refuse to confess&lt;br /&gt;to the things i feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you don't exist, except in my heart&lt;br /&gt;built up of memory &amp;amp; abandoned parts&lt;br /&gt;can i rest in your arms? put my head on your chest&lt;br /&gt;until my will collapses and i let you drift apart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i take a deep breath and let it out&lt;br /&gt;bite my lip and beat back doubt&lt;br /&gt;why can't you leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;even when you're not here&lt;br /&gt;even when you're nowhere near?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003722-114910923886104384?l=eggshellheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/114910923886104384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/114910923886104384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eggshellheart.blogspot.com/2006/05/dissolution-disillusionment.html' title='Dissolution / Disillusionment'/><author><name>jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06051721313689218061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i280z-ku_Uc/TRIF8dyyNmI/AAAAAAAAARY/jnDJhO-QC7E/S220/jthumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003722.post-116741769087762870</id><published>2006-05-09T13:34:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T17:38:38.559-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cookie'/><title type='text'>Cookie</title><content type='html'>i'm gonna smack your cheek&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna smack your cheek&lt;br /&gt;don't try to speak, you're up the creek&lt;br /&gt;without a paddle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna kick you in the teeth&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna kick you in the teeth&lt;br /&gt;now that's the score, you lost the war&lt;br /&gt;and i won the battle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get your hands off my cookies you had your share&lt;br /&gt;get your hands off my cookies you had your share&lt;br /&gt;get your hands off my cookies you had your share&lt;br /&gt;you can go to hell, i'll send you there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna rip out your tongue&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna rip out your tongue&lt;br /&gt;don't even run, i've just begun&lt;br /&gt;i've hardly started&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna pluck out your eyes&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna pluck out your eyes&lt;br /&gt;don't even cry, don't ask me why&lt;br /&gt;i'm so cold-hearted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get your hands off my cookies you had your share&lt;br /&gt;get your hands off my cookies you had your share&lt;br /&gt;get your hands off my cookies you had your share&lt;br /&gt;you can go to hell, i'll send you there&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003722-116741769087762870?l=eggshellheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/116741769087762870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/116741769087762870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eggshellheart.blogspot.com/2006/05/cookie.html' title='Cookie'/><author><name>jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06051721313689218061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i280z-ku_Uc/TRIF8dyyNmI/AAAAAAAAARY/jnDJhO-QC7E/S220/jthumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003722.post-114530420379700904</id><published>2006-04-17T15:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T16:56:21.703-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Will Find Me'/><title type='text'>love will find me</title><content type='html'>when i walk home i never feel lonely&lt;br /&gt;it's spring and i'm coming back to life again&lt;br /&gt;i am held by the wind, baptized by the rain&lt;br /&gt;waltz with the blossoms, drift to the pavement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still believe love will find me&lt;br /&gt;love will find me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know the thoughts that cross your mind&lt;br /&gt;i'm holding on for truth of a different kind&lt;br /&gt;kisses that shake me, make my body sing&lt;br /&gt;eyes that look within, that see past the skin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still believe love will find me&lt;br /&gt;love will find me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i surrender to the moment&lt;br /&gt;cuz i'm not sure if tomorrow's really coming&lt;br /&gt;the whole world's at war, fighting for nothing&lt;br /&gt;the building's are falling, we're all for the killing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i still believe love will find me&lt;br /&gt;love will find me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003722-114530420379700904?l=eggshellheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/114530420379700904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/114530420379700904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eggshellheart.blogspot.com/2006/04/love-will-find-me.html' title='love will find me'/><author><name>jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06051721313689218061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i280z-ku_Uc/TRIF8dyyNmI/AAAAAAAAARY/jnDJhO-QC7E/S220/jthumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003722.post-114530394101240740</id><published>2006-04-17T15:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T17:14:50.960-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Casually'/><title type='text'>casually</title><content type='html'>why do you feel the need to lie? i'm not gonna fall for it&lt;br /&gt;i'm not sixteen anymore&lt;br /&gt;all those pretty words you spout, like i won't figure it out&lt;br /&gt;like i haven't been through this before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you say nobody sees me for who i am&lt;br /&gt;to imply you do as you try to woo me with the weakest sham&lt;br /&gt;but i see through you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you didn't let me down&lt;br /&gt;you didn't let me down&lt;br /&gt;you just met my lowest expectation&lt;br /&gt;and i am disappointed but not surprised&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's the beginning and the end, now don't bother to pretend&lt;br /&gt;like you're actually worried for me&lt;br /&gt;cuz it don't matter anyway, got my heart break stowed away&lt;br /&gt;for someone who's worth the agony&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you say you wanna kiss me, my composure slips&lt;br /&gt;cuz it's easy to see how casually things pass your lips&lt;br /&gt;i want none of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you didn't let me down&lt;br /&gt;you didn't let me down&lt;br /&gt;you just met my lowest expectation&lt;br /&gt;and i am disappointed but not surprised&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you must think i'm stupid&lt;br /&gt;i am disappointed&lt;br /&gt;but unsuprised&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003722-114530394101240740?l=eggshellheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/114530394101240740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/114530394101240740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eggshellheart.blogspot.com/2006/04/casually.html' title='casually'/><author><name>jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06051721313689218061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i280z-ku_Uc/TRIF8dyyNmI/AAAAAAAAARY/jnDJhO-QC7E/S220/jthumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003722.post-114530367694601457</id><published>2006-04-17T15:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T17:15:07.669-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weapons of Mass Destruction'/><title type='text'>weapons of mass destruction</title><content type='html'>dragged you around like you were my old ball n' chain&lt;br /&gt;but it was all in my head, i must have been insane&lt;br /&gt;now i'll shoot you through the heart, a nice clean bullet wound&lt;br /&gt;so you can get on with your life and mine can finally resume&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i stumble around in a fog of my own making&lt;br /&gt;but i'm not taking any prisoners anymore&lt;br /&gt;i stumble around in the fallout i called down&lt;br /&gt;but i'm not crowning any kings anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;strung on a line, all of you i've loved for nothing&lt;br /&gt;say you love me forever, but lies don't soothe the sting&lt;br /&gt;so i'll let my arrows fly, shoot down your once-upon-a-times&lt;br /&gt;so happily ever after won't have to die for your crimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i stumble around in a fog of my own making&lt;br /&gt;but i'm not taking any prisoners anymore&lt;br /&gt;i stumble around in the fallout i called down&lt;br /&gt;but i'm not crowning any kings anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wasn't made for anyone else&lt;br /&gt;so i will unmake myself&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003722-114530367694601457?l=eggshellheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/114530367694601457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/114530367694601457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eggshellheart.blogspot.com/2006/04/weapons-of-mass-destruction.html' title='weapons of mass destruction'/><author><name>jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06051721313689218061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i280z-ku_Uc/TRIF8dyyNmI/AAAAAAAAARY/jnDJhO-QC7E/S220/jthumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003722.post-114530350603979892</id><published>2006-04-17T15:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T16:56:43.144-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everybody&apos;s In Trouble'/><title type='text'>everybody's in trouble</title><content type='html'>it's coming down, coming down, coming down&lt;br /&gt;you brought the rain&lt;br /&gt;and if it stops i'll do a dance and say a prayer&lt;br /&gt;to bring it back down again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i'll go for a walk and get soaked to the skin&lt;br /&gt;today i'll let the rain replace the pain i'm bathing in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everybody's in trouble&lt;br /&gt;breaking to pieces&lt;br /&gt;where are the kings men when you need 'em&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna know that you're alright&lt;br /&gt;at least one of us should make it out alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's coming down, coming down, coming down&lt;br /&gt;to a nasty fall&lt;br /&gt;couldn't stay safe below i had to climb up and&lt;br /&gt;risk it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i'll find a way to mend my splintered bones&lt;br /&gt;today i'll let the fall rupture my heart of stone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everybody's in trouble&lt;br /&gt;breaking to pieces&lt;br /&gt;where are the kings men when you need 'em&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna know that you're alright&lt;br /&gt;at least one of us should make it out alive&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003722-114530350603979892?l=eggshellheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/114530350603979892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/114530350603979892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eggshellheart.blogspot.com/2006/04/everybodys-in-trouble.html' title='everybody&apos;s in trouble'/><author><name>jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06051721313689218061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i280z-ku_Uc/TRIF8dyyNmI/AAAAAAAAARY/jnDJhO-QC7E/S220/jthumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003722.post-114079890143883237</id><published>2006-02-24T11:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T17:23:37.677-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All You See'/><title type='text'>all you see</title><content type='html'>you take it in the gut&lt;br /&gt;when he calls you a thief, a liar, &amp; a slut&lt;br /&gt;tears a hole in your shirt&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; tells you to go change into a longer skirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;little girl&lt;br /&gt;why don't you stay down&lt;br /&gt;when he knocks you to the ground?&lt;br /&gt;you just keep getting up&lt;br /&gt;cuz all you see&lt;br /&gt;is love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;excuses wearing thin&lt;br /&gt;bruises blossom beneath your skin&lt;br /&gt;you said you fell again&lt;br /&gt;split your lip, chipped a tooth, busted your chin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;little girl&lt;br /&gt;why don't you stay down&lt;br /&gt;when he knocks you to the ground?&lt;br /&gt;you just keep getting up&lt;br /&gt;cuz all you see&lt;br /&gt;is love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you tell me not to pry&lt;br /&gt;you've got your reasons, i don't need to know why&lt;br /&gt;but you're staying till the end&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; if i question you i'm not really your friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;little girl&lt;br /&gt;why don't you stay down&lt;br /&gt;when he knocks you to the ground?&lt;br /&gt;you just keep getting up&lt;br /&gt;cuz all you see&lt;br /&gt;is love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003722-114079890143883237?l=eggshellheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/114079890143883237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/114079890143883237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eggshellheart.blogspot.com/2006/02/all-you-see.html' title='all you see'/><author><name>jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06051721313689218061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i280z-ku_Uc/TRIF8dyyNmI/AAAAAAAAARY/jnDJhO-QC7E/S220/jthumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003722.post-114079821428807128</id><published>2006-02-24T11:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T16:57:02.498-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eggshell Heart'/><title type='text'>eggshell heart</title><content type='html'>i broke my eggshell heart against the lip of your cup&lt;br /&gt;tried to hide how raw i felt inside but i wasn't firm enough&lt;br /&gt;now the embryo of love is pooling on the table&lt;br /&gt;i'm helpless, unable to stop its mad rush&lt;br /&gt;i could quiver, i could blush&lt;br /&gt;but i refuse to die twice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've felt love in all its shades &amp; degress&lt;br /&gt;felt it hardening my resolve &amp;amp; weakening my knees&lt;br /&gt;saw its open jaws &amp; sent myself hurtling in&lt;br /&gt;to fall down, humpty-dumpty &amp;amp; never get the lesson&lt;br /&gt;i could whimper, i could cry&lt;br /&gt;but i refuse to die twice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i devour your hunger like a storybook&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; look up in time to catch you in a lingering look&lt;br /&gt;place my eggshell heart within your capable hands&lt;br /&gt;you can take me or break me- i understand&lt;br /&gt;won't be long before i'm gone&lt;br /&gt;because i refuse to die twice&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003722-114079821428807128?l=eggshellheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/114079821428807128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/114079821428807128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eggshellheart.blogspot.com/2006/02/eggshell-heart.html' title='eggshell heart'/><author><name>jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06051721313689218061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i280z-ku_Uc/TRIF8dyyNmI/AAAAAAAAARY/jnDJhO-QC7E/S220/jthumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003722.post-114079790496066000</id><published>2006-02-24T11:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T16:57:16.289-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quiet From Chaos'/><title type='text'>quiet from chaos</title><content type='html'>let's us go down to the lake&lt;br /&gt;sit in the winter grass&lt;br /&gt;no promises to make&lt;br /&gt;the water's a looking glass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; in the mirror i see&lt;br /&gt;sky spin out infinitely&lt;br /&gt;sun's winter doubt wavering&lt;br /&gt;clouds strung across a canopy&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; hush until we can still chaos with&lt;br /&gt;our quiet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll wrap one arm around my knees&lt;br /&gt;while you skip stones&lt;br /&gt;&amp; pick at last year's leaves&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; pretend not to feel alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the mirror i see&lt;br /&gt;sky spin out infinitely&lt;br /&gt;sun's winter doubt wavering&lt;br /&gt;clouds strung across a canopy&lt;br /&gt;&amp; hush until we can still chaos with&lt;br /&gt;our quiet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't bend my ear to what i don't want to hear&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i swear i will do the same for you&lt;br /&gt;hush until we can still chaos with&lt;br /&gt;our quiet&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003722-114079790496066000?l=eggshellheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/114079790496066000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/114079790496066000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eggshellheart.blogspot.com/2006/02/quiet-from-chaos.html' title='quiet from chaos'/><author><name>jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06051721313689218061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i280z-ku_Uc/TRIF8dyyNmI/AAAAAAAAARY/jnDJhO-QC7E/S220/jthumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003722.post-114079776885061877</id><published>2006-02-24T11:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T17:39:54.686-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spine'/><title type='text'>Spine</title><content type='html'>i'll be fine.&lt;br /&gt;i've got a spine made of iron, fortified with wine&lt;br /&gt;i'll watch you from the corner of my eye&lt;br /&gt;then i'll sigh,&lt;br /&gt;then i'll leave without saying goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be fine.&lt;br /&gt;toe the line, bite my lip, but won't give you a sign&lt;br /&gt;i'll write songs to no one but they're all for you&lt;br /&gt;it's what i do&lt;br /&gt;tell the truth without telling the truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if there's one thing you can take away with you&lt;br /&gt;remember i'm foolishly stubborn &amp;amp; endlessly blue&lt;br /&gt;but i'll be fine&lt;br /&gt;cuz i'm always always always alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be fine.&lt;br /&gt;i will sign what you desire on the bottom line&lt;br /&gt;i'll tear my own heart in two before&lt;br /&gt;you can do it&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to go through it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be fine.&lt;br /&gt;i've got a spine made of iron, fortified with wine&lt;br /&gt;i'll watch you from the corner of my eye&lt;br /&gt;then i'll sigh,&lt;br /&gt;then i'll leave without saying goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if there's one thing you can take away with you&lt;br /&gt;remember i'm foolishly stubborn &amp;amp; endlessly blue&lt;br /&gt;but i'll be fine&lt;br /&gt;cuz i'm always always always alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've always been a sucker for&lt;br /&gt;anyone who would suck me in&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; use me up &amp;amp; spit me out &amp;amp; do it all again&lt;br /&gt;but i'll be fine&lt;br /&gt;cuz i'm always always always&lt;br /&gt;alright&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003722-114079776885061877?l=eggshellheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/114079776885061877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/114079776885061877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eggshellheart.blogspot.com/2006/02/foolishly-stubborn.html' title='Spine'/><author><name>jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06051721313689218061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i280z-ku_Uc/TRIF8dyyNmI/AAAAAAAAARY/jnDJhO-QC7E/S220/jthumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003722.post-114079747699334160</id><published>2006-02-24T11:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T17:15:58.493-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Breaking or Broken'/><title type='text'>breaking or broken</title><content type='html'>night unfolds, rose petals&lt;br /&gt;&amp; i'm holding a vigil again&lt;br /&gt;candle light, another night&lt;br /&gt;heartbreaking or heartbroken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waltz alone in the streetlight glow&lt;br /&gt;glistening in the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; everything seems more beautiful&lt;br /&gt;when i'm wishing wishing wishing&lt;br /&gt;for someone to share it with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watch the clock, never stops&lt;br /&gt;edging toward blooming sun&lt;br /&gt;toss &amp; turn, flame still burns&lt;br /&gt;heartbreaking or heartbroken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naked trees laugh at the breeze&lt;br /&gt;buffeting their skin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; everything seems more beautiful&lt;br /&gt;when i'm wishing wishing wishing&lt;br /&gt;for someone to share it with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i feel like i don't exist&lt;br /&gt;or maybe i'm the only one left alive&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003722-114079747699334160?l=eggshellheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/114079747699334160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/114079747699334160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eggshellheart.blogspot.com/2006/02/breaking-or-broken.html' title='breaking or broken'/><author><name>jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06051721313689218061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i280z-ku_Uc/TRIF8dyyNmI/AAAAAAAAARY/jnDJhO-QC7E/S220/jthumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003722.post-114079734332804542</id><published>2006-02-24T11:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T17:16:10.703-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Natural Selection'/><title type='text'>natural selection</title><content type='html'>it's a jungle&lt;br /&gt;it's a jungle in the city&lt;br /&gt;wanna beat me?&lt;br /&gt;wanna eat me?&lt;br /&gt;it's natural selection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i won't fight you for it&lt;br /&gt;so step back&lt;br /&gt;i won't fight you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's survival&lt;br /&gt;it's survival of the fittest&lt;br /&gt;wanna fight me?&lt;br /&gt;wanna bite me?&lt;br /&gt;it's natural selection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i won't fight you for it&lt;br /&gt;so step back&lt;br /&gt;i won't fight you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuz i don't need anyone&lt;br /&gt;i won't fight you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003722-114079734332804542?l=eggshellheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/114079734332804542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/114079734332804542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eggshellheart.blogspot.com/2006/02/natural-selection.html' title='natural selection'/><author><name>jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06051721313689218061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i280z-ku_Uc/TRIF8dyyNmI/AAAAAAAAARY/jnDJhO-QC7E/S220/jthumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003722.post-114079724844954971</id><published>2006-02-24T11:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T17:40:41.499-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home Finally'/><title type='text'>Home, Finally</title><content type='html'>my life's strange &amp;amp; unpredictable&lt;br /&gt;reads like a novel, like a screenplay&lt;br /&gt;a puzzle with a million jagged pieces&lt;br /&gt;fragments that just fall into place&lt;br /&gt;with no mistakes to erase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if life gets any more beautiful my heart might break&lt;br /&gt;at the unlooked for happiness trailing in its wake&lt;br /&gt;my heart might break&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watch night form solidly&lt;br /&gt;floor of cloud beneath a plane wing&lt;br /&gt;stars transmit secret meaning&lt;br /&gt;while the engine throbs &amp;amp; sings me&lt;br /&gt;home, finally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if life gets any more beautiful my heart might break&lt;br /&gt;at the unlooked for happiness trailing in its wake&lt;br /&gt;my heart might break&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003722-114079724844954971?l=eggshellheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/114079724844954971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/114079724844954971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eggshellheart.blogspot.com/2006/02/home-finally.html' title='Home, Finally'/><author><name>jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06051721313689218061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i280z-ku_Uc/TRIF8dyyNmI/AAAAAAAAARY/jnDJhO-QC7E/S220/jthumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003722.post-114079713241406490</id><published>2006-02-24T11:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T16:57:32.450-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Losing Someone'/><title type='text'>losing someone</title><content type='html'>five o' clock, i am locked in a train&lt;br /&gt;tempted to pull the emergency break&lt;br /&gt;to stop myself from rolling out of control&lt;br /&gt;off the tracks, a runaway&lt;br /&gt;but my wicked smile says i don't mind, it's ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dream when i am wide awake&lt;br /&gt;craving for the taste of&lt;br /&gt;another heartbreak on my tongue&lt;br /&gt;cuz nothing is as sweet as losing someone&lt;br /&gt;losing someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;same thoughts hide behind each face&lt;br /&gt;no differences beneath flannel or lace&lt;br /&gt;i'll take you all on the ride of your lives&lt;br /&gt;just give me your hands &amp;amp; close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;my weary smile says never mind, it's alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dream when i am wide awake&lt;br /&gt;craving for the taste of&lt;br /&gt;another heartbreak on my tongue&lt;br /&gt;cuz nothing is as sweet as losing someone&lt;br /&gt;losing someone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003722-114079713241406490?l=eggshellheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/114079713241406490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/114079713241406490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eggshellheart.blogspot.com/2006/02/losing-someone.html' title='losing someone'/><author><name>jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06051721313689218061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i280z-ku_Uc/TRIF8dyyNmI/AAAAAAAAARY/jnDJhO-QC7E/S220/jthumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003722.post-114079701212078205</id><published>2006-02-24T11:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T16:57:45.239-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happiness Hurts'/><title type='text'>happiness hurts</title><content type='html'>i don't want anything to change&lt;br /&gt;hang the year in a picture frame&lt;br /&gt;scratch my name on the window pane&lt;br /&gt;to say i was here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wandering room after room&lt;br /&gt;shadows of unknown disasters loom&lt;br /&gt;soon i'll be singing a broken tune&lt;br /&gt;to ward off fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happiness hurts&lt;br /&gt;cuz i can't make it last&lt;br /&gt;it's moving too fast, another year past&lt;br /&gt;happiness hurts cuz i can't make it last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flecks of dust floating in gold&lt;br /&gt;i stop to watch the dance unfold&lt;br /&gt;some of us young are untellably old&lt;br /&gt;we can't forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how many loves did i lose?&lt;br /&gt;offered up as a gift to my muse&lt;br /&gt;she's always hungry and i can't refuse&lt;br /&gt;but no regret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happiness hurts&lt;br /&gt;cuz i can't make it last&lt;br /&gt;it's moving too fast, another year past&lt;br /&gt;happiness hurts cuz i can't make it last&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003722-114079701212078205?l=eggshellheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/114079701212078205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/114079701212078205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eggshellheart.blogspot.com/2006/02/happiness-hurts.html' title='happiness hurts'/><author><name>jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06051721313689218061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i280z-ku_Uc/TRIF8dyyNmI/AAAAAAAAARY/jnDJhO-QC7E/S220/jthumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003722.post-114079677579250566</id><published>2006-02-24T10:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T16:58:06.955-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rebirth'/><title type='text'>rebirth</title><content type='html'>when you were young&lt;br /&gt;you had to run &amp; run &amp;amp; run&lt;br /&gt;&amp; outrun the pain&lt;br /&gt;of your need, of your desire&lt;br /&gt;you had to bleed &amp;amp; bleed&lt;br /&gt;&amp; burn in the fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuz it's urgent, it's urgent, it's urgent&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow you won't know why&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; the pain burrows down so deep&lt;br /&gt;you think you're going to die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till you fall exhausted to the ground&lt;br /&gt;with the weight of your life pressing you down&lt;br /&gt;till slow, slow, slow&lt;br /&gt;you feel the earth revolve beneath you&lt;br /&gt;you feel the rain fall absolve you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love is a seed, plant it deep&lt;br /&gt;it grows, grows out of control&lt;br /&gt;love is a flame, it defeats the ice&lt;br /&gt;&amp; laughs &amp;amp; laughs &amp; kisses the snow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till you reach toward the sky&lt;br /&gt;push through the soil&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; strain, strain, strain through the earth&lt;br /&gt;break the surface, break the curses&lt;br /&gt;&amp; glow, glow, glow&lt;br /&gt;in the light of rebirth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just don't give up hope&lt;br /&gt;everything resolves itself in time&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; love will not be denied&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003722-114079677579250566?l=eggshellheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/114079677579250566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/114079677579250566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eggshellheart.blogspot.com/2006/02/rebirth.html' title='rebirth'/><author><name>jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06051721313689218061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i280z-ku_Uc/TRIF8dyyNmI/AAAAAAAAARY/jnDJhO-QC7E/S220/jthumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003722.post-112672538625569580</id><published>2005-09-14T15:13:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T17:41:26.080-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brown Eyes'/><title type='text'>brown eyes</title><content type='html'>every time i see your brown eyes, brown eyes&lt;br /&gt;i get lost&lt;br /&gt;every time i see your brown eyes, brown eyes&lt;br /&gt;i count the cost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think you're worth a little pain&lt;br /&gt;just don't bring the rain&lt;br /&gt;don't bring the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every time i see your brown eyes, brown eyes&lt;br /&gt;makes me smile&lt;br /&gt;every time i see your brown eyes, brown eyes&lt;br /&gt;i wanna say 'just stay here awhile'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think you're worth a little pain&lt;br /&gt;just don't bring the rain&lt;br /&gt;don't bring the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every time i see your brown eyes, brown eyes&lt;br /&gt;i get blue&lt;br /&gt;every time i see your brown eyes, brown eyes&lt;br /&gt;i fall in love with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think you're worth a little pain&lt;br /&gt;just don't bring the rain&lt;br /&gt;don't bring the rain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003722-112672538625569580?l=eggshellheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/112672538625569580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/112672538625569580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eggshellheart.blogspot.com/2005/09/brown-eyes.html' title='brown eyes'/><author><name>jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06051721313689218061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i280z-ku_Uc/TRIF8dyyNmI/AAAAAAAAARY/jnDJhO-QC7E/S220/jthumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003722.post-112672517573113074</id><published>2005-09-14T15:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T16:58:22.524-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Communion'/><title type='text'>communion (you wanna shut my mouth)</title><content type='html'>let me partake of the daydreams that will eventually break my heart&lt;br /&gt;blood on my tongue, body undone, now it's my turn to come apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you don't know me, this bundle of flesh and bone stretched across the floor&lt;br /&gt;you don't owe me this debt of cruelty as you turn me out the door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i see, i see, i see&lt;br /&gt;everything you thought you hid from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel fingers slide over my mouth and tighten their grip on my arm&lt;br /&gt;love is a weapon, i'm not a victim but i feel like i'm falling apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you don't know me, this bundle of flesh and bone stretched across the floor&lt;br /&gt;you don't owe me this debt of cruelty as you turn me out the door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i see, i see, i see&lt;br /&gt;everything you thought you hid from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you wanna shut my mouth, you wanna shut my mouth, you wanna shut my mouth&lt;br /&gt;i know you do&lt;br /&gt;i know you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you don't know me, this bundle of flesh and bone stretched across the floor&lt;br /&gt;you don't owe me this debt of cruelty as you turn me out the door&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003722-112672517573113074?l=eggshellheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/112672517573113074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/112672517573113074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eggshellheart.blogspot.com/2005/09/communion-you-wanna-shut-my-mouth.html' title='communion (you wanna shut my mouth)'/><author><name>jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06051721313689218061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i280z-ku_Uc/TRIF8dyyNmI/AAAAAAAAARY/jnDJhO-QC7E/S220/jthumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003722.post-112672500010301184</id><published>2005-09-14T15:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T16:58:43.240-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shrug Like a Devil'/><title type='text'>shrug like a devil</title><content type='html'>so go laugh behind my back&lt;br /&gt;and sleep with all my friends&lt;br /&gt;what good are they to me anyway&lt;br /&gt;when they'd trade my trust for your bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can smile like an angel, shrug like a devil&lt;br /&gt;and leave you to find your own heaven or hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but don't think that i don't know, don't think i'll let you come in the door&lt;br /&gt;or climb in my window, it's 4 am and i am just fine on my own&lt;br /&gt;and you are the one who's scared to be alone&lt;br /&gt;who's scared to be alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so go ahead, drown me out&lt;br /&gt;with another predictable joke&lt;br /&gt;i wouldn't waste my breath anyway&lt;br /&gt;cuz i'm saving it up for a smoke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can smile like an angel, shrug like a devil&lt;br /&gt;and leave you to find your own heaven or hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but don't think that i don't know, don't think i'll let you come in the door&lt;br /&gt;or climb in my window, it's 4 am and i am just fine on my own&lt;br /&gt;and you are the one who's scared to be alone&lt;br /&gt;who's scared to be alone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003722-112672500010301184?l=eggshellheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/112672500010301184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/112672500010301184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eggshellheart.blogspot.com/2005/09/shrug-like-devil.html' title='shrug like a devil'/><author><name>jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06051721313689218061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i280z-ku_Uc/TRIF8dyyNmI/AAAAAAAAARY/jnDJhO-QC7E/S220/jthumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003722.post-112672483976675556</id><published>2005-09-14T15:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T17:16:43.272-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Orlando'/><title type='text'>orlando (cells &amp; divisions)</title><content type='html'>off off off with pearls &amp; ribbons&lt;br /&gt;down down down to the skin&lt;br /&gt;discarded wigs &amp;amp; powders&lt;br /&gt;unguarded by fans or feathers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;society's been sitting my judge &amp; jury&lt;br /&gt;but i don't need no help to make my own decisions&lt;br /&gt;it's my heart confined within these cells &amp;amp; their divisions&lt;br /&gt;and i am beautiful without&lt;br /&gt;i am beautiful without the sentence of my peers passed down&lt;br /&gt;there's no deliberation here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;burn burn burn the labels &amp; names&lt;br /&gt;turn turn turn every page the same&lt;br /&gt;trample on the tools of etiquette &amp;amp; status&lt;br /&gt;sample the forbidden feast of habit &amp; fetish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;society's been sitting my judge &amp;amp; jury&lt;br /&gt;but i don't need no help to make my own decisions&lt;br /&gt;it's my heart confined within these cells &amp;amp; their divisions&lt;br /&gt;and i am beautiful without&lt;br /&gt;i am beautiful without the sentence of my peers passed down&lt;br /&gt;there's no deliberation here&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003722-112672483976675556?l=eggshellheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/112672483976675556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/112672483976675556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eggshellheart.blogspot.com/2005/09/orlando-cells-divisions.html' title='orlando (cells &amp; divisions)'/><author><name>jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06051721313689218061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i280z-ku_Uc/TRIF8dyyNmI/AAAAAAAAARY/jnDJhO-QC7E/S220/jthumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003722.post-112672453297231805</id><published>2005-09-14T15:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T17:17:18.257-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sinister Height'/><title type='text'>sinister height</title><content type='html'>catch me, hook line &amp;amp; sinker&lt;br /&gt;pluck me from friendly water&lt;br /&gt;dangle me in enemy air&lt;br /&gt;reel me into a net of despair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will fight fight fight until i die&lt;br /&gt;i will bite your hand, blind your eye&lt;br /&gt;bruise your flesh, break your will&lt;br /&gt;throw me back while you still have a chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bait me with a tainted lure&lt;br /&gt;tease me until i can't be sure&lt;br /&gt;if up is down, if left is right, alright&lt;br /&gt;raise me from my depths to your sinister height&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will fight fight fight until i die&lt;br /&gt;i will bite your hand, blind your eye&lt;br /&gt;bruise your flesh, break your will&lt;br /&gt;throw me back while you still have a chance&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003722-112672453297231805?l=eggshellheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/112672453297231805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/112672453297231805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eggshellheart.blogspot.com/2005/09/sinister-height.html' title='sinister height'/><author><name>jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06051721313689218061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i280z-ku_Uc/TRIF8dyyNmI/AAAAAAAAARY/jnDJhO-QC7E/S220/jthumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003722.post-8844470961259646082</id><published>2005-07-20T13:16:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T17:42:05.333-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cake'/><title type='text'>Cake</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;fuss &amp;amp; fidgets, lucky digits&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;sixty-nine, you'll be mine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;can't resist me, tongue-twist me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;goodness gracious, i'm voracious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;gonna have my cake &amp;amp; eat it too&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;and when i've had enough of you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;lick my dish &amp;amp; clean the spoon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;lick my dish &amp;amp; clean the spoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;grumble &amp;amp; groan, mumble &amp;amp; moan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;they're just jealous, i'm so rebellious&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;sugar-frosted, leave you exhausted&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;brain-less, bra-less, just plain obnoxious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;gonna have my cake &amp;amp; eat it too&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;and when i've had enough of you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;lick my dish &amp;amp; clean the spoon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;lick my dish &amp;amp; clean the spoon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003722-8844470961259646082?l=eggshellheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/8844470961259646082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/8844470961259646082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eggshellheart.blogspot.com/2005/07/cake.html' title='Cake'/><author><name>jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06051721313689218061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i280z-ku_Uc/TRIF8dyyNmI/AAAAAAAAARY/jnDJhO-QC7E/S220/jthumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003722.post-111755091234071975</id><published>2005-05-31T10:46:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T17:42:47.435-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Revolving Door'/><title type='text'>revolving door</title><content type='html'>what i could tell you&lt;br /&gt;the things i've been through&lt;br /&gt;since i last spoke with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i could show you&lt;br /&gt;the girl you never knew&lt;br /&gt;a truth that isn't true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;revolving door, take me for a ride&lt;br /&gt;i can't get out the way i got inside&lt;br /&gt;revolving door, take me for a spin&lt;br /&gt;i can't get out the way that i got in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what does free look like anyway?&lt;br /&gt;yesterday is still today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i could give you&lt;br /&gt;a place of refuge&lt;br /&gt;to take your cares to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could still love you&lt;br /&gt;with bone and marrow&lt;br /&gt;with flesh and sinew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;revolving door, take me for a ride&lt;br /&gt;i can't get out the way i got inside&lt;br /&gt;revolving door, take me for a spin&lt;br /&gt;i can't get out the way that i got in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what does free look like anyway?&lt;br /&gt;yesterday is still today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003722-111755091234071975?l=eggshellheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/111755091234071975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/111755091234071975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eggshellheart.blogspot.com/2005/05/revolving-door.html' title='revolving door'/><author><name>jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06051721313689218061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i280z-ku_Uc/TRIF8dyyNmI/AAAAAAAAARY/jnDJhO-QC7E/S220/jthumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003722.post-111755067139040518</id><published>2005-05-31T10:42:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T17:43:44.438-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Worst Case'/><title type='text'>worst case</title><content type='html'>what could&lt;br /&gt;what could not&lt;br /&gt;what should have been&lt;br /&gt;regret&lt;br /&gt;i'm not finished yet&lt;br /&gt;what would have been&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're my last case, my first case, the worst case&lt;br /&gt;the face i put on the blues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what will&lt;br /&gt;what will not&lt;br /&gt;what should not be&lt;br /&gt;regret&lt;br /&gt;i'm still in your debt&lt;br /&gt;what would not be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're my last case, my first case, the worst case&lt;br /&gt;the face i put on the blues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cannot have you&lt;br /&gt;you're my worst case&lt;br /&gt;the face i put on the blues&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003722-111755067139040518?l=eggshellheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/111755067139040518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/111755067139040518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eggshellheart.blogspot.com/2005/05/worst-case.html' title='worst case'/><author><name>jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06051721313689218061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i280z-ku_Uc/TRIF8dyyNmI/AAAAAAAAARY/jnDJhO-QC7E/S220/jthumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003722.post-111755048654339242</id><published>2005-05-31T10:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T16:58:56.787-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='More or Less'/><title type='text'>more or less</title><content type='html'>you love me because i make you see how beautiful you could be&lt;br /&gt;you hate me because i make you see how you fail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's easy to tell a pretty lie when honesty will not satisfy&lt;br /&gt;but i can't candy-coat the things i feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am not afraid of any poison, of any blade&lt;br /&gt;i can take the weight of this mess we're in- it's not too late&lt;br /&gt;just don't turn away. i could not love you more or less than i do today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you love me because i make you feel the distance between false and real&lt;br /&gt;you hate me because i make you feel ashamed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's easy to tell a pretty lie when honesty will not satisfy&lt;br /&gt;but i can't candy-coat the things i feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am not afraid of any poison, of any blade&lt;br /&gt;i can take the weight of this mess we're in- it's not too late&lt;br /&gt;just don't turn away. i could not love you more or less than i do today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003722-111755048654339242?l=eggshellheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/111755048654339242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/111755048654339242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eggshellheart.blogspot.com/2005/05/more-or-less.html' title='more or less'/><author><name>jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06051721313689218061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i280z-ku_Uc/TRIF8dyyNmI/AAAAAAAAARY/jnDJhO-QC7E/S220/jthumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003722.post-111712885024086415</id><published>2005-05-26T13:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T17:44:57.508-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crown of Thorns'/><title type='text'>crown of thorns</title><content type='html'>baby, i feel a bit like Jesus&lt;br /&gt;hung up, senseless&lt;br /&gt;strung up, useless&lt;br /&gt;sick enough to admit i'd do it again&lt;br /&gt;not a question of how, just a matter of when&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll weave your thorns into a crown&lt;br /&gt;i'll pull you down over my brow&lt;br /&gt;you say, 'this pain's getting to be an old story.'&lt;br /&gt;i say, 'baby, so are we,&lt;br /&gt;but the rose that grows from our sunless soil never smelled so sweet.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby, i feel a bit like Judas&lt;br /&gt;greedy, remorseless&lt;br /&gt;betrayal in my kiss&lt;br /&gt;slaying my pride to stay at your side&lt;br /&gt;wolf in sheep's clothing, crucified&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll weave your thorns into a crown&lt;br /&gt;i'll pull you down over my brow&lt;br /&gt;you say, 'this pain's getting to be an old story.'&lt;br /&gt;i say, 'baby, so are we,&lt;br /&gt;but the rose that grows from our sunless soil never smelled so sweet.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to give out, to give up, to give in&lt;br /&gt;i am willing&lt;br /&gt;to give-&lt;br /&gt;my kingdom for a crown&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003722-111712885024086415?l=eggshellheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/111712885024086415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/111712885024086415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eggshellheart.blogspot.com/2005/05/crown-of-thorns.html' title='crown of thorns'/><author><name>jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06051721313689218061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i280z-ku_Uc/TRIF8dyyNmI/AAAAAAAAARY/jnDJhO-QC7E/S220/jthumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003722.post-111601728677093719</id><published>2005-05-13T16:43:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T17:45:32.976-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girl Accessory'/><title type='text'>girl/accessory</title><content type='html'>turn my poetry into prose&lt;br /&gt;deny me 3x before the cock crows&lt;br /&gt;hunched shoulders, pull up my hood&lt;br /&gt;damn me, eternally misunderstood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i won't look you in the eye&lt;br /&gt;while you recreate me&lt;br /&gt;however you want me to be&lt;br /&gt;the perfect accessory&lt;br /&gt;the perfect lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;turn my water into stone&lt;br /&gt;or send me running like a bitch after a bone&lt;br /&gt;clenched hands, bite my tongue&lt;br /&gt;damn me, i'm always through but i'm never done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i won't look you in the eye&lt;br /&gt;while you recreate me&lt;br /&gt;however you want me to be&lt;br /&gt;the perfect accessory&lt;br /&gt;the perfect lie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003722-111601728677093719?l=eggshellheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/111601728677093719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/111601728677093719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eggshellheart.blogspot.com/2005/05/girlaccessory.html' title='girl/accessory'/><author><name>jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06051721313689218061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i280z-ku_Uc/TRIF8dyyNmI/AAAAAAAAARY/jnDJhO-QC7E/S220/jthumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003722.post-111600121998004259</id><published>2005-05-13T12:19:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T17:46:35.747-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Color Blind'/><title type='text'>Color Blind</title><content type='html'>can't see your blue, blue veins&lt;br /&gt;raging with red, red blood&lt;br /&gt;laced with white, white cocaine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't see your green, green eyes&lt;br /&gt;dilate with black, black thoughts&lt;br /&gt;frantic for white, white highs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was stupid to listen to anything you had to say&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't see you were using me cuz i was born this way&lt;br /&gt;color-blind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't see your blue, blue eyes&lt;br /&gt;racing with red, red blood&lt;br /&gt;filling with white, white disdain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't see your green, green eyes&lt;br /&gt;loaded with black, black hate&lt;br /&gt;desperate for white, white highs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was stupid to listen to anything you had to say&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't see you were using me cuz i was born this way&lt;br /&gt;color-blind&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003722-111600121998004259?l=eggshellheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/111600121998004259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/111600121998004259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eggshellheart.blogspot.com/2005/05/colour-blind.html' title='Color Blind'/><author><name>jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06051721313689218061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i280z-ku_Uc/TRIF8dyyNmI/AAAAAAAAARY/jnDJhO-QC7E/S220/jthumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003722.post-111417688941886812</id><published>2005-04-22T09:28:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T17:49:14.430-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seduction'/><title type='text'>seduction</title><content type='html'>you wanna know where i go when my eyes look like the sea&lt;br /&gt;i'm caught in the ebb and flow where you cannot follow me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used to be seduced by the lie- someone will understand&lt;br /&gt;but the men only want your body&lt;br /&gt;and the women just want your man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why should I turn the page when i can predict the end?&lt;br /&gt;it's filling me with rage so why should I pretend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used to be seduced by the lie- someone will understand&lt;br /&gt;but the men only want your body&lt;br /&gt;and the women just want your man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he'll turn to me and say 'baby, it ain't what you think.'&lt;br /&gt;i'll turn my head away and drown my heart in a drink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used to be seduced by the lie- someone will understand&lt;br /&gt;but the men only want your body&lt;br /&gt;and the women just want your man&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003722-111417688941886812?l=eggshellheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/111417688941886812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/111417688941886812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eggshellheart.blogspot.com/2005/04/seduction.html' title='seduction'/><author><name>jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06051721313689218061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i280z-ku_Uc/TRIF8dyyNmI/AAAAAAAAARY/jnDJhO-QC7E/S220/jthumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003722.post-111220487103164984</id><published>2005-03-30T12:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T17:47:44.935-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saving Face'/><title type='text'>saving face</title><content type='html'>i rarely say what i mean&lt;br /&gt;whisper the words in an empty room&lt;br /&gt;with no one listening&lt;br /&gt;scribble it down on a clean white page&lt;br /&gt;but i'm not so pristine&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what i am doing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't tell you what i think&lt;br /&gt;without losing the words in a laugh and a drink&lt;br /&gt;i can't tell you who i am&lt;br /&gt;in the absence of the page and the pen&lt;br /&gt;i can't tell you how i feel&lt;br /&gt;like none of this matters and none of it is real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i break everything i touch&lt;br /&gt;concentrate and my hands start to shake&lt;br /&gt;i've been drinking too much&lt;br /&gt;gives me the courage to lie to your face&lt;br /&gt;so i can save mine&lt;br /&gt;a humble offering to pride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't tell you what i think&lt;br /&gt;without losing the words in a laugh and a drink&lt;br /&gt;i can't tell you who i am&lt;br /&gt;in the absence of the page and the pen&lt;br /&gt;i can't tell you how i feel&lt;br /&gt;like none of this matters and none of it is real&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003722-111220487103164984?l=eggshellheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/111220487103164984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/111220487103164984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eggshellheart.blogspot.com/2005/03/saving-face.html' title='saving face'/><author><name>jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06051721313689218061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i280z-ku_Uc/TRIF8dyyNmI/AAAAAAAAARY/jnDJhO-QC7E/S220/jthumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003722.post-111109041490242213</id><published>2005-03-17T15:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T17:48:25.996-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feather'/><title type='text'>feather</title><content type='html'>sun doesn’t feel warm anymore&lt;br /&gt;everything takes on a sinister hue&lt;br /&gt;still i launch myself into the blue&lt;br /&gt;used to shuffle but now i soar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was in the air&lt;br /&gt;i was in the air&lt;br /&gt;i was in the air&lt;br /&gt;and i didn’t need you there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go while you still have the chance&lt;br /&gt;tuck a feather behind your ear&lt;br /&gt;a trinket, a token, a souvenir&lt;br /&gt;last glance and i start to dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was in the air&lt;br /&gt;i was in the air&lt;br /&gt;i was in the air&lt;br /&gt;and i didn’t need you there&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003722-111109041490242213?l=eggshellheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/111109041490242213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/111109041490242213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eggshellheart.blogspot.com/2005/03/feather.html' title='feather'/><author><name>jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06051721313689218061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i280z-ku_Uc/TRIF8dyyNmI/AAAAAAAAARY/jnDJhO-QC7E/S220/jthumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003722.post-110996929255280590</id><published>2005-03-04T15:36:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T17:50:16.286-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Too Many Lovers in My Bed'/><title type='text'>too many lovers in my bed</title><content type='html'>this morning i thought "oh my god, i'm taking the same steps,&lt;br /&gt;the same breaths as yesterday."&lt;br /&gt;wanted to crawl back in bed, tell the world to go to hell&lt;br /&gt;but i kept walking anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is not what i thought my life would be&lt;br /&gt;a war between chaos and destiny&lt;br /&gt;does chance sleep with fate? does fate lie with me?&lt;br /&gt;too many lovers in my bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i run around- gain &amp;amp; lose the same ground with the same chance,&lt;br /&gt;the same choice and no sign of change&lt;br /&gt;distractions, transactions bought with the blood of my dreams&lt;br /&gt;i'm told i don't want for anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is not what i thought my life would be&lt;br /&gt;a war between chaos and destiny&lt;br /&gt;does chance sleep with fate? does fate lie with me?&lt;br /&gt;too many lovers in my bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have this dream where i stand still and&lt;br /&gt;scream&lt;br /&gt;in the street&lt;br /&gt;for no reason.&lt;br /&gt;does anything ever happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is not what i thought my life would be&lt;br /&gt;a war between chaos and destiny&lt;br /&gt;does chance sleep with fate? does fate lie with me?&lt;br /&gt;too many lovers in my bed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003722-110996929255280590?l=eggshellheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/110996929255280590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/110996929255280590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eggshellheart.blogspot.com/2005/03/too-many-lovers-in-my-bed.html' title='too many lovers in my bed'/><author><name>jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06051721313689218061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i280z-ku_Uc/TRIF8dyyNmI/AAAAAAAAARY/jnDJhO-QC7E/S220/jthumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003722.post-110798471589795933</id><published>2005-02-09T16:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T17:00:18.530-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='One Night Stand'/><title type='text'>one night stand</title><content type='html'>the moon saw me home last night at 5 am&lt;br /&gt;so close, i could almost see her surface bend&lt;br /&gt;and she's a lot like me, a sliver of light everyone can see&lt;br /&gt;shadow hinting at memory she cannot mend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one night stand, she sets and rises again&lt;br /&gt;one night stand, drowning in the hourglass sand&lt;br /&gt;turn it over, turn it over, turn it over&lt;br /&gt;i want to start over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i walked several blocks out of my way&lt;br /&gt;to stand under the flickering streetlamps&lt;br /&gt;and he's got a lot of nerve, but maybe no more than i deserve&lt;br /&gt;and i am happy walking home at 5am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one night stand, she sets and rises again&lt;br /&gt;one night stand, drowning in the hourglass sand&lt;br /&gt;turn it over, turn it over, turn it over, turn it over, turn it over, turn it over, turn it over&lt;br /&gt;i want to start over&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003722-110798471589795933?l=eggshellheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/110798471589795933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/110798471589795933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eggshellheart.blogspot.com/2005/02/one-night-stand.html' title='one night stand'/><author><name>jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06051721313689218061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i280z-ku_Uc/TRIF8dyyNmI/AAAAAAAAARY/jnDJhO-QC7E/S220/jthumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003722.post-110798450603834559</id><published>2005-02-09T16:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T17:50:56.887-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bar Philosophy'/><title type='text'>bar philosophy</title><content type='html'>let's just say what we mean&lt;br /&gt;i'm sick of being polite&lt;br /&gt;you're kinda young, you're sorta dumb&lt;br /&gt;yeah, you're exactly my type&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's cut to the chase&lt;br /&gt;you're only good for one thing&lt;br /&gt;you're a fool, you're a tool&lt;br /&gt;but i wouldn't mind a fling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you can handle this&lt;br /&gt;unspeakable bliss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i've had my say&lt;br /&gt;don't go wasting my time&lt;br /&gt;cuz you're the drunk i plan to bunk with&lt;br /&gt;so take me home-&lt;br /&gt;before i change my mind&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003722-110798450603834559?l=eggshellheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/110798450603834559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/110798450603834559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eggshellheart.blogspot.com/2005/02/bar-philosophy.html' title='bar philosophy'/><author><name>jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06051721313689218061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i280z-ku_Uc/TRIF8dyyNmI/AAAAAAAAARY/jnDJhO-QC7E/S220/jthumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003722.post-110616249078935849</id><published>2005-01-19T14:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T17:00:52.798-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monterey'/><title type='text'>monterey</title><content type='html'>sunrise in monterey&lt;br /&gt;sea lion dive and swim away&lt;br /&gt;i'll remember how you look&lt;br /&gt;hide your picture in the pages of my book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i cry you cry too&lt;br /&gt;and this is how i recognized you&lt;br /&gt;this is how i knew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;want to fall into the sea&lt;br /&gt;and drown your troubles there with me?&lt;br /&gt;now we can't go but we can't stay&lt;br /&gt;to see the sunset in moterey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i cry you cry too&lt;br /&gt;and this is how i recognized you&lt;br /&gt;this is how i knew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is how i knew&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003722-110616249078935849?l=eggshellheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/110616249078935849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/110616249078935849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eggshellheart.blogspot.com/2005/01/monterey.html' title='monterey'/><author><name>jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06051721313689218061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i280z-ku_Uc/TRIF8dyyNmI/AAAAAAAAARY/jnDJhO-QC7E/S220/jthumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003722.post-110356089682198082</id><published>2004-12-20T11:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T17:01:17.095-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snake'/><title type='text'>snake</title><content type='html'>snake&lt;br /&gt;shed my skin and leave it on the bed&lt;br /&gt;that's the only part of me you can have&lt;br /&gt;you're working out your desire and i'm working out my plan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you least suspect i'll slip the coils around your neck&lt;br /&gt;you can choke for all i care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;snake&lt;br /&gt;holding the venom in my mouth&lt;br /&gt;waiting for the right moment to spit it out&lt;br /&gt;you're consumed with yourself and i'm consumed with revenge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you least suspect i'll slip the coils around your neck&lt;br /&gt;you can choke for all i care&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003722-110356089682198082?l=eggshellheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/110356089682198082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/110356089682198082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eggshellheart.blogspot.com/2004/12/snake.html' title='snake'/><author><name>jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06051721313689218061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i280z-ku_Uc/TRIF8dyyNmI/AAAAAAAAARY/jnDJhO-QC7E/S220/jthumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003722.post-110355998618971644</id><published>2004-12-20T11:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T17:01:04.948-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bullet'/><title type='text'>bullet</title><content type='html'>i watch at windows when you're gone&lt;br /&gt;sun crawls across the limitless sky&lt;br /&gt;clock-tick and heart-beat never seemed so long&lt;br /&gt;silence is stalking me again tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;killing me slow, killing me slow, killing me slow&lt;br /&gt;give me the bullet, give me the bullet, a quick release and let me go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you think i'm a spider fed on your blood&lt;br /&gt;weaving listless webs of winter white&lt;br /&gt;to wrap you up in the trap of my love&lt;br /&gt;a cruel cocoon to keep you from flight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;killing me slow, killing me slow, killing me slow&lt;br /&gt;give me the bullet, give me the bullet, a quick release and let me go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you have any kindness left, let me go&lt;br /&gt;if you have any mercy left, let me go&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003722-110355998618971644?l=eggshellheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/110355998618971644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003722/posts/default/110355998618971644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eggshellheart.blogspot.com/2004/12/bullet.html' title='bullet'/><author><name>jessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06051721313689218061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' 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