<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085158352526548464</id><updated>2011-12-22T03:23:11.589-08:00</updated><category term='perceive'/><category term='before'/><category term='child'/><category term='understand'/><category term='Too hard by far'/><category term='poem'/><category term='Is it love'/><category term='light'/><category term='gone'/><category term='you'/><category term='how long'/><category term='that'/><category term='never'/><category term='love her'/><category term='is hard to find'/><category term='Why?  I may not ever know'/><category term='Travel'/><category term='agree'/><category term='goodbye'/><category term='continuios'/><category term='forever'/><category term='not comprehend'/><category term='stagnant'/><category term='explain why'/><category term='horizon'/><category term='see'/><category term='These Feelings'/><category term='suffering'/><category term='past'/><category term='This happens too often?'/><category term='knowing'/><category term='worry'/><category term='Just Not This Time'/><category term='knowledge'/><category term='again'/><category term='wrong'/><category term='standing'/><category term='Better Off Without'/><category term='someday'/><category term='felt'/><category term='The Time May Be Different'/><category term='Poor'/><category term='miss'/><category term='I'/><category term='I&apos;m guilty before proven innocent'/><category term='Lie Here'/><category term='isn&apos;t over'/><category term='extra'/><category term='30 years old today'/><category term='changing'/><category term='commitment'/><category term='Fugitive'/><category term='glistening'/><category term='Love'/><category term='pain'/><category term='darkness'/><category term='persuade'/><category term='mild'/><category term='request'/><category term='ordinary'/><category term='With You So True To Me'/><category term='I guess'/><title type='text'>Pauly's Poems</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulyspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085158352526548464/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulyspoems.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Paulix Clos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107800733658434050191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-c_ElzD_iBI8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAJZw/D8Alny7W6BE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>73</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085158352526548464.post-3472306854592572669</id><published>2011-12-17T23:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T01:27:13.884-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knowledge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='changing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='darkness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forever'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horizon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='standing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='light'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='agree'/><title type='text'>Travel</title><content type='html'>Your back is away from the floor boards&lt;br /&gt;My feet are as high as they can possibly be&lt;br /&gt;Hoping for somewhere to go from here&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we will wake up and see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking us pass the horizon&lt;br /&gt;Beyond the grass littered fields&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking you on my path&lt;br /&gt;Where you willingly agree to be there forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing in the light dividing the source of it&lt;br /&gt;Changing the darkness for the better&lt;br /&gt;Retaining the light all along&lt;br /&gt;With no knowledge of how this is&lt;br /&gt;Where we might land is for the best&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085158352526548464-3472306854592572669?l=paulyspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulyspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/3472306854592572669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085158352526548464&amp;postID=3472306854592572669&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085158352526548464/posts/default/3472306854592572669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085158352526548464/posts/default/3472306854592572669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulyspoems.blogspot.com/2011/12/travel.html' title='Travel'/><author><name>Paulix Clos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107800733658434050191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-c_ElzD_iBI8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAJZw/D8Alny7W6BE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085158352526548464.post-3099676294028882008</id><published>2011-10-11T00:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T00:36:21.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the light along the hall gave off a shadow that reminded me of things I shouldn't forget and things that I will always want to remember and think about to carry on as if nothing has happened&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085158352526548464-3099676294028882008?l=paulyspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-c_ElzD_iBI8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAJZw/D8Alny7W6BE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085158352526548464.post-8558327916440592546</id><published>2011-06-15T01:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T01:41:26.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the pain is real</title><content type='html'>flourishing in my failures, scraping along on my knees.  a regrettable burning sensation when I think of what I've achieved.  i just want to hang my head.  hide myself in the lowest depths this earth has to offer.  or even possibly the furthest reaches in space.  go where no one can see me, or know about what I have or have not done.  make me forget, help me to erase these memories.  wipe my slate clean because the pain is too real.  i just want this to end.  locked and alone I have no family nor friend.  so tired, so weak and pathetic.  in my surroundings i'm out of luck.  things are not going to change, so i'll just give up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085158352526548464-8558327916440592546?l=paulyspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulyspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/8558327916440592546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085158352526548464&amp;postID=8558327916440592546&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085158352526548464/posts/default/8558327916440592546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085158352526548464/posts/default/8558327916440592546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulyspoems.blogspot.com/2011/06/pain-is-real.html' title='the pain is real'/><author><name>Paulix Clos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107800733658434050191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-c_ElzD_iBI8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAJZw/D8Alny7W6BE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085158352526548464.post-3245679906263681894</id><published>2010-01-06T00:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T01:24:34.685-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m guilty before proven innocent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fugitive'/><title type='text'>Fugitive</title><content type='html'>Barely slipped by but, I'm still considered a fugitive in their minds&lt;br /&gt;Living on, as things fall apart around me&lt;br /&gt;Yet stopping this from happening can feel like a burden&lt;br /&gt;A weight entirely upon me&lt;br /&gt;To stop it, I may need to turn myself in&lt;br /&gt;Or I could keep running&lt;br /&gt;Like a coward or a man who knows he doesn't deserve it&lt;br /&gt;The kindness and appreciation from others, I certainly need that&lt;br /&gt;Although it does not change the outcome&lt;br /&gt;It changes the long run of my journey, my own way to get there&lt;br /&gt;Facing the facts&lt;br /&gt;I'm guilty before proven innocent...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085158352526548464-3245679906263681894?l=paulyspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulyspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/3245679906263681894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085158352526548464&amp;postID=3245679906263681894&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085158352526548464/posts/default/3245679906263681894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085158352526548464/posts/default/3245679906263681894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulyspoems.blogspot.com/2010/01/fugitive.html' title='Fugitive'/><author><name>Paulix Clos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107800733658434050191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-c_ElzD_iBI8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAJZw/D8Alny7W6BE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085158352526548464.post-6708904972566415142</id><published>2009-10-15T03:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T01:25:44.645-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feelings</title><content type='html'>feeling bad whether or not it works out for some&lt;br /&gt;just whether it works out for me i'm worried about&lt;br /&gt;so many people say this or that&lt;br /&gt;i want to feel bad but i cannot&lt;br /&gt;do people deserve what they get&lt;br /&gt;forget them, there too far&lt;br /&gt;gone?&lt;br /&gt;Or not...&lt;br /&gt;continue to be wondering or the feeling i miss being un assured...&lt;br /&gt;for another day i will figure this out&lt;br /&gt;figure out precisely, all about my heart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085158352526548464-6708904972566415142?l=paulyspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulyspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/6708904972566415142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085158352526548464&amp;postID=6708904972566415142&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085158352526548464/posts/default/6708904972566415142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085158352526548464/posts/default/6708904972566415142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulyspoems.blogspot.com/2009/10/feelings.html' title='Feelings'/><author><name>Paulix Clos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107800733658434050191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-c_ElzD_iBI8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAJZw/D8Alny7W6BE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085158352526548464.post-7057160149036883302</id><published>2009-09-19T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T00:59:46.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Way It Should Not Be?</title><content type='html'>We worship money more than we do each other.  We value possessions over love.  Decided on looks rather than personality.  Concluding our thoughts without knowing for sure.  Condemning before knowing the facts.  Paranoid and worried over things we cannot control, snobbish acts only caring about ourselves.  Imagination lost, along with my sense of humor.  Looking past their noses.  This shoe will not be on the others foot.&lt;br /&gt;Holidays become excuses and have no meaning anymore.&lt;br /&gt;We can't even die for free?&lt;br /&gt;No purity or willingness to reach out with a helping hand.&lt;br /&gt;The only hope is to pray it doesn't happen to them...&lt;br /&gt;Wars for no reason or there for rhyme.&lt;br /&gt;I've Lost All Faith In Mankind!!!&lt;br /&gt;No more religion, no more pills, no more vaccines or shots.&lt;br /&gt;Need for insurance goes away.  No tax nor quota.&lt;br /&gt;Go to bed early at night, don't forget to wake up early?&lt;br /&gt;Look at the stars and play in the fields.&lt;br /&gt;No more words that cannot be said.&lt;br /&gt;Smoke or drink whatever you please.&lt;br /&gt;Watch and listen to whatever you want.&lt;br /&gt;Do  as I say not as I do has a whole new meaning now.&lt;br /&gt;I've been screwed over and over until I cannot feel no more.&lt;br /&gt;It must be too late,  these wounds, they will not heal.&lt;br /&gt;Condemned to follow these rules and obligations only to die someday.&lt;br /&gt;Alone from my minds tortuous starvation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085158352526548464-7057160149036883302?l=paulyspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulyspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/7057160149036883302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085158352526548464&amp;postID=7057160149036883302&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085158352526548464/posts/default/7057160149036883302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085158352526548464/posts/default/7057160149036883302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulyspoems.blogspot.com/2009/09/we-worship-money-more-than-we-do-each.html' title='The Way It Should Not Be?'/><author><name>Paulix Clos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107800733658434050191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-c_ElzD_iBI8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAJZw/D8Alny7W6BE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085158352526548464.post-4158338300684928305</id><published>2009-09-17T04:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T04:31:01.033-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poor'/><title type='text'>Poor</title><content type='html'>I wish I could write you everyday&lt;br /&gt;But I'm afraid you might expect it&lt;br /&gt;What you may think about me worries me though&lt;br /&gt;As well as what you might say about me, from day to day&lt;br /&gt;All I want is your love&lt;br /&gt;I just want your approval&lt;br /&gt;I want things to be perfect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish things were different&lt;br /&gt;I would see you all the time&lt;br /&gt;Without you I'm worthless&lt;br /&gt;I'm guilty and a disgrace&lt;br /&gt;Because I have no money to show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With not a dime to spare&lt;br /&gt;I'm still missing you&lt;br /&gt;Wish I could be there&lt;br /&gt;But with me that is unusual&lt;br /&gt;For me to feel that way is quite rare&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085158352526548464-4158338300684928305?l=paulyspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulyspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/4158338300684928305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085158352526548464&amp;postID=4158338300684928305&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085158352526548464/posts/default/4158338300684928305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085158352526548464/posts/default/4158338300684928305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulyspoems.blogspot.com/2009/09/poor.html' title='Poor'/><author><name>Paulix Clos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107800733658434050191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-c_ElzD_iBI8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAJZw/D8Alny7W6BE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085158352526548464.post-7042019747755563311</id><published>2009-04-24T01:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T01:41:30.521-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 years old today'/><title type='text'>30 years old today</title><content type='html'>30 years old today&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel too bold this way&lt;br /&gt;While I'm trying to reconnect&lt;br /&gt;my mind has been so far swept&lt;br /&gt;A lot like my intelect,to remember I would miss&lt;br /&gt;but now, what do I know&lt;br /&gt;I'm still only 30 years old&lt;br /&gt;people may clear the way this time&lt;br /&gt;noticing the change in me&lt;br /&gt;everyone surrounding noticies&lt;br /&gt;the difference about me magnifys their view&lt;br /&gt;Now they know what I'm going to do&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085158352526548464-7042019747755563311?l=paulyspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulyspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/7042019747755563311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085158352526548464&amp;postID=7042019747755563311&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085158352526548464/posts/default/7042019747755563311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085158352526548464/posts/default/7042019747755563311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulyspoems.blogspot.com/2009/04/30-years-old-today.html' title='30 years old today'/><author><name>Paulix Clos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107800733658434050191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-c_ElzD_iBI8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAJZw/D8Alny7W6BE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085158352526548464.post-191454048099197370</id><published>2009-03-17T01:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T02:17:09.950-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love her'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Too hard by far'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I guess'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='is hard to find'/><title type='text'>You</title><content type='html'>I love her and there is not a doubt in my mind&lt;br /&gt;For most people I guess, love is hard to find&lt;br /&gt;Growing in my heart, I tend to love you more&lt;br /&gt;Missing your stance, your grace&lt;br /&gt;especially your elegant embrace&lt;br /&gt;It's too hard to figure out&lt;br /&gt;Too hard by far&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085158352526548464-191454048099197370?l=paulyspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulyspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/191454048099197370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085158352526548464&amp;postID=191454048099197370&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085158352526548464/posts/default/191454048099197370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085158352526548464/posts/default/191454048099197370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulyspoems.blogspot.com/2009/03/you.html' title='You'/><author><name>Paulix Clos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107800733658434050191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-c_ElzD_iBI8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAJZw/D8Alny7W6BE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085158352526548464.post-3306540477912480389</id><published>2009-03-17T01:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T01:51:06.057-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='not comprehend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='understand'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Is it love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='isn&apos;t over'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goodbye'/><title type='text'>Is it love?</title><content type='html'>I could never leave you and I still can't understand why&lt;br /&gt;I should have left you there, without saying goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Strange things that have happened&lt;br /&gt;You would not comprehend&lt;br /&gt;It still isn't over, I just wish you could understand&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085158352526548464-3306540477912480389?l=paulyspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulyspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/3306540477912480389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085158352526548464&amp;postID=3306540477912480389&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085158352526548464/posts/default/3306540477912480389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085158352526548464/posts/default/3306540477912480389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulyspoems.blogspot.com/2009/03/is-it-love.html' title='Is it love?'/><author><name>Paulix Clos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107800733658434050191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-c_ElzD_iBI8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAJZw/D8Alny7W6BE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085158352526548464.post-6682883851272289311</id><published>2009-03-17T01:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T01:23:12.843-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wrong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='past'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='felt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='before'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='glistening'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='With You So True To Me'/><title type='text'>With You, So True To Me...</title><content type='html'>I want to be with you and everything I said was true&lt;br /&gt;They would like to say we were too young&lt;br /&gt;Too young to know the difference between the two&lt;br /&gt;We of course both felt misunderstood, by the indifference they assumed of us&lt;br /&gt;Going away though, never felt that wrong before thinking I knew&lt;br /&gt;I wanted you back, wanting to forget the past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But by never seeing you again, it could be the worst thing that happened&lt;br /&gt;Worried about where your at sometimes&lt;br /&gt;I miss those blue eyes always happy to see me&lt;br /&gt;and you were always so true to me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085158352526548464-6682883851272289311?l=paulyspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulyspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/6682883851272289311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085158352526548464&amp;postID=6682883851272289311&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085158352526548464/posts/default/6682883851272289311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085158352526548464/posts/default/6682883851272289311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulyspoems.blogspot.com/2009/03/with-you-so-true-to-me.html' title='With You, So True To Me...'/><author><name>Paulix Clos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107800733658434050191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-c_ElzD_iBI8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAJZw/D8Alny7W6BE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085158352526548464.post-8809896436238973191</id><published>2009-02-25T22:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T01:30:21.019-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='explain why'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lie Here'/><title type='text'>Lie Here</title><content type='html'>I've been surprised before but nothing like this.&lt;br /&gt;Previous engagements turn up and my heart sinks.&lt;br /&gt;I would like to act as if nothing has happened.&lt;br /&gt;Sooner than later, I must confront whats in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;Why I feel this way, is beyond what I think.&lt;br /&gt;What do I want?  What do I miss?&lt;br /&gt;Today changes, along with my life.&lt;br /&gt;The sharpest knife cut straight through my mind.&lt;br /&gt;I lie here bleeding, with no one to care or to explain why?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085158352526548464-8809896436238973191?l=paulyspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulyspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/8809896436238973191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085158352526548464&amp;postID=8809896436238973191&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085158352526548464/posts/default/8809896436238973191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085158352526548464/posts/default/8809896436238973191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulyspoems.blogspot.com/2009/02/lie-here.html' title='Lie Here'/><author><name>Paulix Clos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107800733658434050191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-c_ElzD_iBI8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAJZw/D8Alny7W6BE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085158352526548464.post-8228415376753346028</id><published>2009-02-21T14:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T16:14:14.658-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='never'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Why?  I may not ever know'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='how long'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='see'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gone'/><title type='text'>Why?  I may not ever know...</title><content type='html'>I'm here now but for how long?  I'll never know, till it's all gone.  What I see or I might wish.  This may never be what I really want.  What I'm here for, I might not ever know...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085158352526548464-8228415376753346028?l=paulyspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulyspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/8228415376753346028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085158352526548464&amp;postID=8228415376753346028&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085158352526548464/posts/default/8228415376753346028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085158352526548464/posts/default/8228415376753346028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulyspoems.blogspot.com/2009/02/why-i.html' title='Why?  I may not ever know...'/><author><name>Paulix Clos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107800733658434050191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-c_ElzD_iBI8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAJZw/D8Alny7W6BE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085158352526548464.post-7645543090049059602</id><published>2009-02-20T11:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T12:55:38.132-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Time May Be Different'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mild'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='persuade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Not This Time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='child'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perceive'/><title type='text'>The Time May Be Different, Just Not This Time</title><content type='html'>I cannot be what you want me to be&lt;br /&gt;Back then I was a child&lt;br /&gt;Now I've seen and tried different things&lt;br /&gt;I've turned out a bit mild&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could remind you, of how I once was&lt;br /&gt;But those times have passed through&lt;br /&gt;Changing the way you may perceive me may be difficult&lt;br /&gt;But I'll always continue in my own way&lt;br /&gt;I will try to persuade you, every single day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085158352526548464-7645543090049059602?l=paulyspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulyspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/7645543090049059602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085158352526548464&amp;postID=7645543090049059602&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085158352526548464/posts/default/7645543090049059602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085158352526548464/posts/default/7645543090049059602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulyspoems.blogspot.com/2009/02/time-may-be-different-just-not-this.html' title='The Time May Be Different, Just Not This Time'/><author><name>Paulix Clos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107800733658434050191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-c_ElzD_iBI8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAJZw/D8Alny7W6BE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085158352526548464.post-7567020279304185704</id><published>2009-01-11T10:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T11:24:06.741-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='again'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wrong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='extra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ordinary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stagnant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suffering'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='worry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='see'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='someday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='request'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='that'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knowing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='commitment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='continuios'/><title type='text'>Stagnant</title><content type='html'>What happened to me was extra ordinary? Accompanied by expectations and worry.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing I'm not used to.&lt;br /&gt;but nothing unusual about the request either.&lt;br /&gt;How do I begin?  Should I even start and open a continuous strain of pain and suffering?&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure I'm ready for such a commitment.&lt;br /&gt;Here I go again knowing what is wrong and what is right&lt;br /&gt;missing what used to be, someday I will see.&lt;br /&gt;stagnant again I become...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085158352526548464-7567020279304185704?l=paulyspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulyspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/7567020279304185704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085158352526548464&amp;postID=7567020279304185704&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085158352526548464/posts/default/7567020279304185704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085158352526548464/posts/default/7567020279304185704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulyspoems.blogspot.com/2009/01/stagnant.html' title='Stagnant'/><author><name>Paulix Clos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107800733658434050191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-c_ElzD_iBI8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAJZw/D8Alny7W6BE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085158352526548464.post-7304961605143614736</id><published>2008-12-14T01:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T01:54:35.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cautious</title><content type='html'>I've noticed before...&lt;br /&gt;but I guess usually I don't care, you said I was the only one who ever noticed.&lt;br /&gt;How you tend to hide yourself, behind your beautiful hair.&lt;br /&gt;Then I realized, I knew you were different?&lt;br /&gt;No one to compare, not a soul could be like you!&lt;br /&gt;Your the one, even though I don't deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;My soul continues on a different path than yours&lt;br /&gt;On my own I will get this back&lt;br /&gt;By myself I will finally get what I need&lt;br /&gt;My lack of substance, I stand but want to sit&lt;br /&gt;Cautiously, I take on the road to my death, weary of my life and uncertain&lt;br /&gt;of my destiny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085158352526548464-7304961605143614736?l=paulyspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulyspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/7304961605143614736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085158352526548464&amp;postID=7304961605143614736&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085158352526548464/posts/default/7304961605143614736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085158352526548464/posts/default/7304961605143614736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulyspoems.blogspot.com/2008/12/cautious.html' title='Cautious'/><author><name>Paulix Clos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107800733658434050191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-c_ElzD_iBI8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAJZw/D8Alny7W6BE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085158352526548464.post-4775685617097701744</id><published>2008-12-05T01:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T01:49:41.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Justrying</title><content type='html'>So cold towards others.&lt;br /&gt;Then wonder why I'm so alone?&lt;br /&gt;Justrying to get along,&lt;br /&gt;without much success.&lt;br /&gt;Bitterness can equal loneliness.&lt;br /&gt;Although I cannot stop, money seems to rule&lt;br /&gt;I try to forget ,or even retreat.&lt;br /&gt;Undoubtedly, money rises again, just above.&lt;br /&gt;Although it will not end, and I will never suffice.&lt;br /&gt;In my mind I'll try to stay.  Unknowing,disbelieving,&lt;br /&gt;absent minded and eluded in basic denial.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085158352526548464-4775685617097701744?l=paulyspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulyspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/4775685617097701744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085158352526548464&amp;postID=4775685617097701744&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085158352526548464/posts/default/4775685617097701744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085158352526548464/posts/default/4775685617097701744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulyspoems.blogspot.com/2008/12/justrying.html' title='Justrying'/><author><name>Paulix Clos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107800733658434050191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-c_ElzD_iBI8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAJZw/D8Alny7W6BE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085158352526548464.post-1707387533686217036</id><published>2008-11-18T17:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T17:39:41.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Looking down at you, past the brim of my hat&lt;br /&gt;shadowing myself, hiding who I really am&lt;br /&gt;embarrassed by who I've become&lt;br /&gt;and who you might think this time&lt;br /&gt;I should have became&lt;br /&gt;So I walk away as if I don't care&lt;br /&gt;But I know it's not true&lt;br /&gt;I try not to care&lt;br /&gt;I finally realize one thing...&lt;br /&gt;I can't hide my shame behind a hat&lt;br /&gt;I feel less of a person for doing just that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And still I hide my myself&lt;br /&gt;letting very little out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085158352526548464-1707387533686217036?l=paulyspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulyspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/1707387533686217036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085158352526548464&amp;postID=1707387533686217036&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085158352526548464/posts/default/1707387533686217036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085158352526548464/posts/default/1707387533686217036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulyspoems.blogspot.com/2008/11/looking-down-at-you-past-brim-of-my-hat.html' title=''/><author><name>Paulix Clos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107800733658434050191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-c_ElzD_iBI8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAJZw/D8Alny7W6BE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085158352526548464.post-3847637978069017857</id><published>2008-11-18T13:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T14:10:21.419-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some People</title><content type='html'>People live amongst us without a heart.&lt;br /&gt;They have no compassion, they don't care for no one else.&lt;br /&gt;As you starve they eat in front of you.&lt;br /&gt;As you thirst they drink without a second thought.&lt;br /&gt;Every dollar every penny, if borrowed you always owe.&lt;br /&gt;For they will never, ever let it go.&lt;br /&gt;As they hold it proudly over your head.&lt;br /&gt;Laughing hysterically at your loss.&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of themselves and not a person else.&lt;br /&gt;They will die alone with their riches and wealth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085158352526548464-3847637978069017857?l=paulyspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulyspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/3847637978069017857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085158352526548464&amp;postID=3847637978069017857&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085158352526548464/posts/default/3847637978069017857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085158352526548464/posts/default/3847637978069017857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulyspoems.blogspot.com/2008/11/some-people.html' title='Some People'/><author><name>Paulix Clos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107800733658434050191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-c_ElzD_iBI8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAJZw/D8Alny7W6BE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085158352526548464.post-5699791318283980649</id><published>2008-11-12T07:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T08:06:17.833-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Love Again</title><content type='html'>Even when your near me&lt;br /&gt;I still long for your presence&lt;br /&gt;In the slightest breeze&lt;br /&gt;I want to smell your essence&lt;br /&gt;I don't need to say please&lt;br /&gt;because you always know whats best for me&lt;br /&gt;I can still feel your touch&lt;br /&gt;even though it's sometimes too much&lt;br /&gt;Love has done it again&lt;br /&gt;the feelings are all on the inside&lt;br /&gt;Trapped deep within me&lt;br /&gt;just waiting for me to release them&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085158352526548464-5699791318283980649?l=paulyspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulyspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/5699791318283980649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085158352526548464&amp;postID=5699791318283980649&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085158352526548464/posts/default/5699791318283980649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085158352526548464/posts/default/5699791318283980649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulyspoems.blogspot.com/2008/11/love-again.html' title='Love Again'/><author><name>Paulix Clos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107800733658434050191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-c_ElzD_iBI8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAJZw/D8Alny7W6BE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085158352526548464.post-4860058453437375366</id><published>2008-10-28T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T14:52:05.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday afternoon</title><content type='html'>I don't want to live anymore&lt;br /&gt;I would rather just lie here&lt;br /&gt;half on and half off my bed&lt;br /&gt;No willingness to strive&lt;br /&gt;It seems there is no one there to help&lt;br /&gt;Don't feel like moving&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel much...&lt;br /&gt;But then I got up&lt;br /&gt;my blood started pumping&lt;br /&gt;rage filling me inside&lt;br /&gt;I'm about to erupt&lt;br /&gt;I feel like imploding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I realize there is still nothing I can do.&lt;br /&gt;Except give in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or give up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085158352526548464-4860058453437375366?l=paulyspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulyspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/4860058453437375366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085158352526548464&amp;postID=4860058453437375366&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085158352526548464/posts/default/4860058453437375366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085158352526548464/posts/default/4860058453437375366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulyspoems.blogspot.com/2008/10/tuesday-afternoon.html' title='Tuesday afternoon'/><author><name>Paulix Clos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107800733658434050191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-c_ElzD_iBI8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAJZw/D8Alny7W6BE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085158352526548464.post-6187294764332700072</id><published>2008-10-17T00:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T12:01:58.396-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This happens too often?'/><title type='text'>This happens too often?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YHubNjdqtIE/SPg8OG5N9mI/AAAAAAAAC4M/m56AmJkpYNw/s1600-h/sharp+edges+sign.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YHubNjdqtIE/SPg8OG5N9mI/AAAAAAAAC4M/m56AmJkpYNw/s400/sharp+edges+sign.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258018778021492322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Backing out,lies,talk,manufactured.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Done deal,believe what you hear is true.&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me if it's not real,&lt;br /&gt;significant lives are always lost.&lt;br /&gt;No problem to us,don't care if you live or die.&lt;br /&gt;Little masses of nothing,compared to my large mass of consumption.&lt;br /&gt;They feed upon the poor of me,&lt;br /&gt;then they try to lie next to me.&lt;br /&gt;When to rise amongst the rich we are against.&lt;br /&gt;We fail within the others ,only then to obey again.  As we tried so hard not to suffer.  Try so hard, not to suffer within...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YHubNjdqtIE/SPg7OhxfCZI/AAAAAAAAC4E/sVMwdC9eOus/s1600-h/awesome+hands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YHubNjdqtIE/SPg7OhxfCZI/AAAAAAAAC4E/sVMwdC9eOus/s400/awesome+hands.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258017685725186450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085158352526548464-6187294764332700072?l=paulyspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulyspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/6187294764332700072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085158352526548464&amp;postID=6187294764332700072&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085158352526548464/posts/default/6187294764332700072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085158352526548464/posts/default/6187294764332700072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulyspoems.blogspot.com/2008/10/backing-outliestalkmanufactureddone.html' title='This happens too often?'/><author><name>Paulix Clos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107800733658434050191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-c_ElzD_iBI8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAJZw/D8Alny7W6BE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YHubNjdqtIE/SPg8OG5N9mI/AAAAAAAAC4M/m56AmJkpYNw/s72-c/sharp+edges+sign.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085158352526548464.post-3723860966517661306</id><published>2008-09-21T02:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T02:52:32.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have you ever witnessed something this intense?&lt;br /&gt;The government manipulates us, and we have no defense.&lt;br /&gt;Someday we will defend our original right's.&lt;br /&gt;Get back what is ours and set thing's straight.&lt;br /&gt;Things will be the way they should have been all along.&lt;br /&gt;Not like the way they tell us now, it could actually be good?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085158352526548464-3723860966517661306?l=paulyspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-c_ElzD_iBI8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAJZw/D8Alny7W6BE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085158352526548464.post-8406037358595330729</id><published>2008-09-19T04:02:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T05:09:58.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness</title><content type='html'>The universe is so vast,&lt;br /&gt;so huge and infinite.&lt;br /&gt;So why do I feel so alone,&lt;br /&gt;even when your near?&lt;br /&gt;Believe me I would try to convince you.&lt;br /&gt;Do everything I could, just to end it.&lt;br /&gt;Instead I lie here in bed.&lt;br /&gt;What might be worse, is I'm used to it?&lt;br /&gt;With these dead feelings I continue to write,&lt;br /&gt;in hopes of possibly shaking it.&lt;br /&gt;But if its not going to happen soon...&lt;br /&gt;Happiness?&lt;br /&gt;I'll just fake it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085158352526548464-8406037358595330729?l=paulyspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulyspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/8406037358595330729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085158352526548464&amp;postID=8406037358595330729&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085158352526548464/posts/default/8406037358595330729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085158352526548464/posts/default/8406037358595330729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulyspoems.blogspot.com/2008/09/universe-is-so-vast-so-huge-and.html' title='Happiness'/><author><name>Paulix Clos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107800733658434050191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-c_ElzD_iBI8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAJZw/D8Alny7W6BE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085158352526548464.post-2650421009919345566</id><published>2008-09-19T04:02:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T04:46:54.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Left here, to feel.</title><content type='html'>Eyes are burning, it's mid afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired and lonely.&lt;br /&gt;My mind tries to keep up, by racing.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure where to look,&lt;br /&gt;or even where to start?&lt;br /&gt;Staring into a corner,&lt;br /&gt;the only thing left thats real.&lt;br /&gt;It hasn't changed.&lt;br /&gt;Yet I continue to breath.&lt;br /&gt;I continue to feel.&lt;br /&gt;I was a part of something?&lt;br /&gt;I'll never heal...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085158352526548464-2650421009919345566?l=paulyspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulyspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/2650421009919345566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085158352526548464&amp;postID=2650421009919345566&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085158352526548464/posts/default/2650421009919345566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085158352526548464/posts/default/2650421009919345566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulyspoems.blogspot.com/2008/09/left-here-to-feel.html' title='Left here, to feel.'/><author><name>Paulix Clos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107800733658434050191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-c_ElzD_iBI8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAJZw/D8Alny7W6BE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085158352526548464.post-2787627894809755683</id><published>2008-09-19T04:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T04:34:30.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How are you?</title><content type='html'>Sensitive to the touch,&lt;br /&gt;acquiring acute smells.&lt;br /&gt;Seeing the horizon,&lt;br /&gt;smelling the morning air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are so elusive.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is scared.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085158352526548464-2787627894809755683?l=paulyspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-c_ElzD_iBI8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAJZw/D8Alny7W6BE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085158352526548464.post-6609848318731622593</id><published>2008-09-19T04:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T04:16:03.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too much or lack there of</title><content type='html'>Breaks from a reality,&lt;br /&gt;massive amounts of nothing!&lt;br /&gt;Soaking up days and lives, or lack there of.&lt;br /&gt;There must be something more for them and me?&lt;br /&gt;Yet nothing ever does, and nothing probably won't.&lt;br /&gt;Be within me, or I'll be without.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085158352526548464-6609848318731622593?l=paulyspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulyspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/6609848318731622593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085158352526548464&amp;postID=6609848318731622593&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085158352526548464/posts/default/6609848318731622593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085158352526548464/posts/default/6609848318731622593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulyspoems.blogspot.com/2008/09/too-much-or-lack-there-of.html' title='Too much or lack there of'/><author><name>Paulix Clos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107800733658434050191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-c_ElzD_iBI8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAJZw/D8Alny7W6BE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085158352526548464.post-8355343875185566522</id><published>2008-09-05T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T07:02:13.414-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I deserve so much&lt;br /&gt;But receive very little&lt;br /&gt;No respect or thanks&lt;br /&gt;For the  hard work when I've slaved&lt;br /&gt;No pat ya on the back&lt;br /&gt;Or even shake my hand&lt;br /&gt;Just a lonely hard worker&lt;br /&gt;Not much in demand&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085158352526548464-8355343875185566522?l=paulyspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulyspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/8355343875185566522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085158352526548464&amp;postID=8355343875185566522&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085158352526548464/posts/default/8355343875185566522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085158352526548464/posts/default/8355343875185566522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulyspoems.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-deserve-so-much-but-receive-very.html' title=''/><author><name>Paulix Clos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107800733658434050191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-c_ElzD_iBI8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAJZw/D8Alny7W6BE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085158352526548464.post-4514533523186309270</id><published>2008-09-04T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T19:21:43.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not very clear</title><content type='html'>Kind of exciting the feeling I get&lt;br /&gt;Not ever knowing where I'll end up&lt;br /&gt;Taking chances unexpectedly&lt;br /&gt;Never knowing where I'm going to be&lt;br /&gt;Too many options&lt;br /&gt;They're all not very clear&lt;br /&gt;Where 'am I going to end up&lt;br /&gt;I'll never see or hear&lt;br /&gt;Figuring it out your supposed to feel some what achieved&lt;br /&gt;But that really doesn't happen with me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085158352526548464-4514533523186309270?l=paulyspoems.blogspot.com' 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src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-c_ElzD_iBI8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAJZw/D8Alny7W6BE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085158352526548464.post-7060640758107960339</id><published>2008-08-13T00:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T00:26:52.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Look at what I have started, yet I cannot finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling of longing, I cannot diminish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is wrong with me, I cannot explain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That feeling inside me is gone and washed away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind that, I forget what I have to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continue to be nothing, dwelling deep inside of me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085158352526548464-7060640758107960339?l=paulyspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-c_ElzD_iBI8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAJZw/D8Alny7W6BE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085158352526548464.post-7073370020527800140</id><published>2008-07-10T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T11:52:22.367-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Better Off Without'/><title type='text'>Better Off Without</title><content type='html'>you couldn't paint a better picture&lt;br /&gt;to show me how you feel&lt;br /&gt;by the look on your face&lt;br /&gt;I can tell exactly what you are thinking&lt;br /&gt;wanting to help me&lt;br /&gt;wishing to be near me&lt;br /&gt;but you should stay away from here&lt;br /&gt;you don't know what your getting into&lt;br /&gt;so I act the fool, yet you continue&lt;br /&gt;you should get out&lt;br /&gt;get away while you still can&lt;br /&gt;your too good for this&lt;br /&gt;actually I know, we both couldn't withstand the end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085158352526548464-7073370020527800140?l=paulyspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulyspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/7073370020527800140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085158352526548464&amp;postID=7073370020527800140&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085158352526548464/posts/default/7073370020527800140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085158352526548464/posts/default/7073370020527800140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulyspoems.blogspot.com/2008/07/you-couldnt-paint-better-picture-to.html' title='Better Off Without'/><author><name>Paulix Clos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107800733658434050191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-c_ElzD_iBI8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAJZw/D8Alny7W6BE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085158352526548464.post-5053577291153872211</id><published>2008-06-22T15:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T15:31:08.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've let myself go&lt;br /&gt;I'm losing control&lt;br /&gt;but nobody knows&lt;br /&gt;and that's what I chose&lt;br /&gt;I'm inside out&lt;br /&gt;I'm all about&lt;br /&gt;Don't have a mind&lt;br /&gt;I'm so confined&lt;br /&gt;I've already lost it&lt;br /&gt;with one small thread of hope&lt;br /&gt;just imagining what it could of been like&lt;br /&gt;but knowing it's too late&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085158352526548464-5053577291153872211?l=paulyspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulyspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/5053577291153872211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085158352526548464&amp;postID=5053577291153872211&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085158352526548464/posts/default/5053577291153872211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085158352526548464/posts/default/5053577291153872211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulyspoems.blogspot.com/2008/06/ive-let-myself-go-im-losing-control-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Paulix Clos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107800733658434050191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-c_ElzD_iBI8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAJZw/D8Alny7W6BE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085158352526548464.post-4397603891643670381</id><published>2008-06-04T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T17:21:40.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Never any privacy, but I'm really all alone.&lt;br /&gt;Going through the same routines, I pray for something new.&lt;br /&gt;No one I want notices me, and the ones I don't always do.&lt;br /&gt;Someday I know things will change, maybe even change my point of view.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Clos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107800733658434050191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-c_ElzD_iBI8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAJZw/D8Alny7W6BE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085158352526548464.post-2977680962707780642</id><published>2008-05-25T22:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T22:45:49.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Awake again, for there is no sleep&lt;br /&gt;Some people think it's more time for me&lt;br /&gt;But the things I need, don't necessarily get done&lt;br /&gt;the burden of trying to sleep, is burden enough for some&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather be sleeping and not just act like a puppet that's stuffed&lt;br /&gt;the thing that troubles me most, is the Insomnia doubles enough?&lt;br /&gt;I cannot even touch it...  Why is it too far to reach?&lt;br /&gt;But that's  the way it is for for me, if you want to decipher&lt;br /&gt;things do not differ&lt;br /&gt;I continue to try&lt;br /&gt;But only, to suffer...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085158352526548464-2977680962707780642?l=paulyspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulyspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/2977680962707780642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085158352526548464&amp;postID=2977680962707780642&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085158352526548464/posts/default/2977680962707780642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085158352526548464/posts/default/2977680962707780642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulyspoems.blogspot.com/2008/05/awake-again-for-there-is-no-sleep-some.html' title=''/><author><name>Paulix Clos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107800733658434050191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-c_ElzD_iBI8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAJZw/D8Alny7W6BE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085158352526548464.post-7997124139745387326</id><published>2008-05-23T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T15:33:40.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>if you could stay away&lt;br /&gt;but be there as well&lt;br /&gt;i wouldn't tell anyone&lt;br /&gt;i might let you stay&lt;br /&gt;if only the promises were kept&lt;br /&gt;turning I may accept&lt;br /&gt;getting away from this&lt;br /&gt;as i want to so much&lt;br /&gt;i let it go a little&lt;br /&gt;therefore you can't really want me&lt;br /&gt;you don't actually need me&lt;br /&gt;i'm only a crutch&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085158352526548464-7997124139745387326?l=paulyspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulyspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/7997124139745387326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085158352526548464&amp;postID=7997124139745387326&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085158352526548464/posts/default/7997124139745387326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085158352526548464/posts/default/7997124139745387326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulyspoems.blogspot.com/2008/05/if-you-could-stay-away-but-be-there-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Paulix Clos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107800733658434050191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-c_ElzD_iBI8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAJZw/D8Alny7W6BE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085158352526548464.post-1822736926493470906</id><published>2008-05-21T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T22:11:44.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pathetic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;destine&lt;/span&gt; to lose&lt;br /&gt;I really can't wait till my next upset&lt;br /&gt;It's depressing how I falter&lt;br /&gt;Again, things don't go my way&lt;br /&gt;They could easily crumble and blow away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; glad to meet you&lt;br /&gt;Your fresh and your new to me&lt;br /&gt;Opinions and views, are a good sign in my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm striking out again&lt;br /&gt;In this life, I cannot win sometimes&lt;br /&gt;kicked around and beaten down&lt;br /&gt;That's the way it will always be&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085158352526548464-1822736926493470906?l=paulyspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulyspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/1822736926493470906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085158352526548464&amp;postID=1822736926493470906&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085158352526548464/posts/default/1822736926493470906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085158352526548464/posts/default/1822736926493470906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulyspoems.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-so-pathedic-i-guess-im-destin-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Paulix Clos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107800733658434050191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-c_ElzD_iBI8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAJZw/D8Alny7W6BE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085158352526548464.post-5526170195027120375</id><published>2008-05-20T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T20:55:19.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I could tell it was too late&lt;br /&gt;In the past I might have been able to do something&lt;br /&gt;But for her it was gone, another thing gone to waste&lt;br /&gt;Another soul corrupted by me&lt;br /&gt;I could see it in her eyes and I could feel it in my heart&lt;br /&gt;She was so wrapped up in nothing&lt;br /&gt;She'd forgotten what it was like sometimes&lt;br /&gt;To actually believe in something, or what we call Life should probably deserve something&lt;br /&gt;Who she used to be, fell apart right in front of their eyes.&lt;br /&gt;As her reasoning went, and possibly never to come back again&lt;br /&gt;I miss that person&lt;br /&gt;I miss her so much&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I've died&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it enough&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085158352526548464-5526170195027120375?l=paulyspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulyspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/5526170195027120375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085158352526548464&amp;postID=5526170195027120375&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085158352526548464/posts/default/5526170195027120375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085158352526548464/posts/default/5526170195027120375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulyspoems.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-could-tell-it-was-too-late-in-past-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Paulix Clos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107800733658434050191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-c_ElzD_iBI8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAJZw/D8Alny7W6BE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085158352526548464.post-6477086713923798485</id><published>2008-05-01T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T23:43:30.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When all is lost and no one is there&lt;br /&gt;disappointment reigns, I start to look at my self&lt;br /&gt;Because there I am and I'm the only one to look at&lt;br /&gt;I wish people understood or  would at least try to relate&lt;br /&gt;But they don't even try, though they should at least attempt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085158352526548464-6477086713923798485?l=paulyspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulyspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/6477086713923798485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085158352526548464&amp;postID=6477086713923798485&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085158352526548464/posts/default/6477086713923798485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085158352526548464/posts/default/6477086713923798485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulyspoems.blogspot.com/2008/05/when-all-is-lost-and-no-one-is-there.html' title=''/><author><name>Paulix Clos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107800733658434050191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-c_ElzD_iBI8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAJZw/D8Alny7W6BE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085158352526548464.post-2201866183897422339</id><published>2008-04-27T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T15:51:14.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Existence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why am I born on this earth, only to spend the entire duration of it, utterly alone?&lt;br /&gt;Why am I the one to get teased or ridiculed?  Why am I the one who ends up on my own?&lt;br /&gt;There is no one there to help, there is no one there to guide me.&lt;br /&gt;Down this battered path, that lies beaten,  it just lies there, right before me.&lt;br /&gt;But there is no other choice.  There is no other path to choose?&lt;br /&gt;Just the path before me and it's littered with decisions and settling dust,&lt;br /&gt;and it continues to do it's work.  Only to indefinitely consume me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085158352526548464-2201866183897422339?l=paulyspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulyspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/2201866183897422339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085158352526548464&amp;postID=2201866183897422339&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085158352526548464/posts/default/2201866183897422339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085158352526548464/posts/default/2201866183897422339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulyspoems.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-existence-why-am-i-born-on-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Paulix Clos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107800733658434050191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-c_ElzD_iBI8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAJZw/D8Alny7W6BE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085158352526548464.post-4405076851729296340</id><published>2008-03-22T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T18:01:45.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thoughts are measured by my mistakes&lt;br /&gt;No courage while facing the intimidating past&lt;br /&gt;Reminded of the things I've said,&lt;br /&gt;or the way I could of done things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The days continue although it does not show (on my exterior)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I going to do, where am I going to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I feel inferior)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085158352526548464-4405076851729296340?l=paulyspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulyspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/4405076851729296340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085158352526548464&amp;postID=4405076851729296340&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085158352526548464/posts/default/4405076851729296340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085158352526548464/posts/default/4405076851729296340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulyspoems.blogspot.com/2008/03/thoughts-are-measured-by-my-mistakes-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Paulix Clos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107800733658434050191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-c_ElzD_iBI8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAJZw/D8Alny7W6BE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085158352526548464.post-5642163710490660711</id><published>2008-03-20T03:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T17:24:49.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't sleep and that is nothing new.&lt;br /&gt;Still worrying and waiting, for nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;Why I do not hate and why I do not judge.&lt;br /&gt;Is my way of preparing, for what is not been done.&lt;br /&gt;Seeing and hearing is not quite enough.&lt;br /&gt;People may learn it, especially when times are rough.&lt;br /&gt;The only way to advance and to be a special person though?&lt;br /&gt;Is to live and listen, then learn from mistakes that have been made.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085158352526548464-5642163710490660711?l=paulyspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulyspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/5642163710490660711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085158352526548464&amp;postID=5642163710490660711&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085158352526548464/posts/default/5642163710490660711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085158352526548464/posts/default/5642163710490660711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulyspoems.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-cant-sleep-and-that-is-nothing-new.html' title=''/><author><name>Paulix Clos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107800733658434050191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-c_ElzD_iBI8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAJZw/D8Alny7W6BE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085158352526548464.post-4046847244494595604</id><published>2008-03-15T00:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T01:52:45.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The winds have ceased,&lt;br /&gt;so the time is lost.&lt;br /&gt;Life turns out to be driven through.&lt;br /&gt;But not always, without a cost.&lt;br /&gt;Forgotten after your death,&lt;br /&gt;you wish your time was more stable.&lt;br /&gt;Unless living through the strife,&lt;br /&gt;makes you feel more able?&lt;br /&gt;But not me,&lt;br /&gt;I tend to be more worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time has gone, so where does that leave me really? &lt;br /&gt;Alone, unwanted and feeling no release.&lt;br /&gt;That's where I'll stay.  But then, I'll drift right past you.&lt;br /&gt;In one piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"About my decisions on poems that have let me down, and why I continue to write them?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(BORING)&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had more upbeat poems for ya???&lt;br /&gt;But I'm better at explaining depressing stuff, rather than the happier things in life.&lt;br /&gt;Poetry to me, has usually been there when I'm a little depressed.&lt;br /&gt;I like it when I can say, or feel like I have felt the same way as a certain person, especially someone who I have never met before.  It is a tremendous feeling, the connection there?&lt;br /&gt;It makes me realize that some of us do feel the same about issues?  Mostly it reassures me that there are others just like me?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll come up with some poems that are more uplifting?&lt;br /&gt;(BORING)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085158352526548464-4046847244494595604?l=paulyspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulyspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/4046847244494595604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085158352526548464&amp;postID=4046847244494595604&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085158352526548464/posts/default/4046847244494595604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085158352526548464/posts/default/4046847244494595604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulyspoems.blogspot.com/2008/03/winds-have-ceased-so-time-is-lost.html' title=''/><author><name>Paulix Clos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107800733658434050191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-c_ElzD_iBI8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAJZw/D8Alny7W6BE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085158352526548464.post-4042603354362712409</id><published>2007-12-30T20:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T20:40:37.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Nothing"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coldness, so bitter the air is not there.&lt;br /&gt;Finding time to breath, like razors it clings.&lt;br /&gt;My priorities I recently found, then I take a look, at where I've been what I've gone through.&lt;br /&gt;So rare but precise, yet also prolongs the agony within my mind, when I took things for granted...  That's when it all happened?&lt;br /&gt;My mind is spinning,  I might be able to get out of this?&lt;br /&gt;Madness doesn't consume me.&lt;br /&gt;Rather the fear of nothing happening...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTHING AT ALL?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plagues me right now...&lt;br /&gt;Plagues me every day...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085158352526548464-4042603354362712409?l=paulyspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulyspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/4042603354362712409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085158352526548464&amp;postID=4042603354362712409&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085158352526548464/posts/default/4042603354362712409'/><link 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through,&lt;br /&gt;I'm almost there, So I know I'll make due.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short and sweet is the way I like it.&lt;br /&gt;Just trying to make it through sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;I kind of like that, this time?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085158352526548464-4396439492833936473?l=paulyspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulyspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/4396439492833936473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085158352526548464&amp;postID=4396439492833936473&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085158352526548464/posts/default/4396439492833936473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085158352526548464/posts/default/4396439492833936473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulyspoems.blogspot.com/2007/12/things-have-changed-and-ill-be-first-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Paulix Clos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107800733658434050191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-c_ElzD_iBI8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAJZw/D8Alny7W6BE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085158352526548464.post-3838396839346017427</id><published>2007-10-25T17:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T17:32:38.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Losing my mind,&lt;br /&gt;I need to be alone.&lt;br /&gt;But I need someone with me,&lt;br /&gt;to bury my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I find what I've been looking for.&lt;br /&gt;A chance to feel alive.&lt;br /&gt;Each day I await my mind not to twist,&lt;br /&gt;But it's spinning out of control.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085158352526548464-3838396839346017427?l=paulyspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulyspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/3838396839346017427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085158352526548464&amp;postID=3838396839346017427&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085158352526548464/posts/default/3838396839346017427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085158352526548464/posts/default/3838396839346017427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulyspoems.blogspot.com/2007/10/losing-my-mind-i-need-to-be-alone.html' title=''/><author><name>Paulix Clos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107800733658434050191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-c_ElzD_iBI8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAJZw/D8Alny7W6BE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085158352526548464.post-6242144468735836751</id><published>2007-09-18T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T21:04:43.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Stuck underneath, the blackened sun.&lt;br /&gt;No one is left, I'm the only one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was conceived to believe, I may be done?&lt;br /&gt;I'm not to leave, but I could be the only one left here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth overbearing, the lies too easy to see there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it obvious enough to me, I shouldn't be here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Underneath this blackened sun, I'm stuck here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085158352526548464-6242144468735836751?l=paulyspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulyspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/6242144468735836751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085158352526548464&amp;postID=6242144468735836751&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085158352526548464/posts/default/6242144468735836751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085158352526548464/posts/default/6242144468735836751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulyspoems.blogspot.com/2007/09/stuck-underneath-blackened-sun.html' title=''/><author><name>Paulix Clos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107800733658434050191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-c_ElzD_iBI8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAJZw/D8Alny7W6BE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085158352526548464.post-3176314409608719214</id><published>2007-09-11T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T21:29:00.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>People always worry and fret.  Or do I forget?&lt;br /&gt;They're wondering where they begin or end?&lt;br /&gt;My end will be like anyone else's, and it might come to a halting stop.&lt;br /&gt;Don't be worried,  It could happen to anyone.&lt;br /&gt;And that's the end...&lt;br /&gt;I would like to believe, and or leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Is there something else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe a time or place, an area that could be, to my self?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And possibly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; to everyone else?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085158352526548464-3176314409608719214?l=paulyspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulyspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/3176314409608719214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085158352526548464&amp;postID=3176314409608719214&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085158352526548464/posts/default/3176314409608719214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085158352526548464/posts/default/3176314409608719214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulyspoems.blogspot.com/2007/09/people-always-worry-and-fret.html' title=''/><author><name>Paulix Clos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107800733658434050191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-c_ElzD_iBI8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAJZw/D8Alny7W6BE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085158352526548464.post-8601608281434560926</id><published>2007-09-11T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T21:07:42.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One more sunset, One last time to forget.&lt;br /&gt;The way things were yesterday, I don't need to think today.&lt;br /&gt;They were on top of me, trying to figure out, what I know is only me.&lt;br /&gt;One last night with the moonlight?&lt;br /&gt;Now I have all the insight.&lt;br /&gt;Realizing what is true, my love I feel, I might be due?&lt;br /&gt;Last thing I want to do, is use you and make you feel undone.&lt;br /&gt;You are the only one, therefore I don't care about the sun...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085158352526548464-8601608281434560926?l=paulyspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulyspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/8601608281434560926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085158352526548464&amp;postID=8601608281434560926&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085158352526548464/posts/default/8601608281434560926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085158352526548464/posts/default/8601608281434560926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulyspoems.blogspot.com/2007/09/one-more-sunset-one-last-time-to-forget.html' title=''/><author><name>Paulix Clos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107800733658434050191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-c_ElzD_iBI8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAJZw/D8Alny7W6BE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085158352526548464.post-5988214020422472433</id><published>2007-06-20T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T14:56:58.679-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The night breeze puts me at ease.&lt;br /&gt;So I lite a smoke and take a drink.&lt;br /&gt;Doing all I can, just trying not to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look up at the stars, although I feel I'm behind bars.&lt;br /&gt;Why did I treat you that way?&lt;br /&gt;You deserved less than what I gave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too late now to change it.&lt;br /&gt;Moving on knowing, I can't face it.&lt;br /&gt;But the memory stays.&lt;br /&gt;I must have loved you,&lt;br /&gt;in some way but I cannot place it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085158352526548464-5988214020422472433?l=paulyspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulyspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/5988214020422472433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085158352526548464&amp;postID=5988214020422472433&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085158352526548464/posts/default/5988214020422472433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085158352526548464/posts/default/5988214020422472433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulyspoems.blogspot.com/2007/06/night-breeze-puts-me-at-ease.html' title=''/><author><name>Paulix Clos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107800733658434050191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-c_ElzD_iBI8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAJZw/D8Alny7W6BE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085158352526548464.post-1124792170380791476</id><published>2007-06-06T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T20:50:36.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It is late again, that's when I tend to worry&lt;br /&gt;Yet I'll not go to sleep, or even try to think of it&lt;br /&gt;Stay up till I can't keep my eyes open&lt;br /&gt;Long periods time, trying to think of other thing's&lt;br /&gt;Wishing tomorrow, I will feel the same way&lt;br /&gt;But worrying about the things, I cannot seem to say&lt;br /&gt;Dream of being somewhere else, I could be&lt;br /&gt;A lot of people I did not miss&lt;br /&gt;I need to leave&lt;br /&gt;I feel like going&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere I'm not sure&lt;br /&gt;I'm so unsure of, what I'am not doing?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085158352526548464-1124792170380791476?l=paulyspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulyspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/1124792170380791476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085158352526548464&amp;postID=1124792170380791476&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085158352526548464/posts/default/1124792170380791476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;that's for certain.&lt;br /&gt;Because he's been through more than I've seen maybe.&lt;br /&gt;But that does not mean,  he is mean maybe?&lt;br /&gt;Good thing I'm young in the mind&lt;br /&gt;confused on if I should make this up as a lime drink&lt;br /&gt;and then as always I begin to think&lt;br /&gt;think of ways to better myself&lt;br /&gt;get away...&lt;br /&gt;get away from myself???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085158352526548464-6041774126638013948?l=paulyspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulyspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/6041774126638013948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085158352526548464&amp;postID=6041774126638013948&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Feelings</title><content type='html'>the feeling of having no control in this life&lt;br /&gt;searching hopelessly and finding yet another stair in my way&lt;br /&gt;so I step down intimidated by what I do not know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people advising me on what I should do&lt;br /&gt;they don't even know me but I wish they knew&lt;br /&gt;in this life I'm not gaining&lt;br /&gt;only falling further behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leaning towards something different&lt;br /&gt;i try hiding in my mind&lt;br /&gt;at least no one can get me there&lt;br /&gt;my enemy while being my best friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes the pain is so unbearable&lt;br /&gt;and the good times seem like they won't end&lt;br /&gt;but like both of them&lt;br /&gt;they stop abruptly without warning they always quit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;glad it went away or wishing they would stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so in this life so confusing and so true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;without the feeling of both hardship and greatness&lt;br /&gt;I would not be where I'am today, so easily construed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085158352526548464-8997171953921368788?l=paulyspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulyspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/8997171953921368788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085158352526548464&amp;postID=8997171953921368788&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085158352526548464/posts/default/8997171953921368788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085158352526548464/posts/default/8997171953921368788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulyspoems.blogspot.com/2007/05/very-rough-draft-feeling-of-having-no.html' title='These Feelings'/><author><name>Paulix Clos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107800733658434050191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-c_ElzD_iBI8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAJZw/D8Alny7W6BE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085158352526548464.post-3603243381253076190</id><published>2007-05-08T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T21:19:25.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>#1)Saddness falls on the girl.&lt;br /&gt;As another guy might break her heart.&lt;br /&gt;She assumes all he want's is physical ?&lt;br /&gt;He begins to think, maybe this time I won't leave her?&lt;br /&gt;But she won't have any of it.&lt;br /&gt;So she's back where she began!&lt;br /&gt;Now, it might never end?...&lt;br /&gt;All alone,&lt;br /&gt;though she could have let it go?&lt;br /&gt;Now she realizes, she kind of knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2)Smell of fresh cut green grass, but as we walk you have nothing to ask&lt;br /&gt;So I'm watching people in their daily routine&lt;br /&gt;Collecting the sun, the wind it may be done&lt;br /&gt;Looking at you, my eyes end up squinting&lt;br /&gt;Your eye's on me, you seem content.  On doing nothing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085158352526548464-3603243381253076190?l=paulyspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulyspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/3603243381253076190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085158352526548464&amp;postID=3603243381253076190&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085158352526548464/posts/default/3603243381253076190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085158352526548464/posts/default/3603243381253076190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulyspoems.blogspot.com/2007/05/1saddness-falls-on-girl.html' title=''/><author><name>Paulix Clos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107800733658434050191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-c_ElzD_iBI8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAJZw/D8Alny7W6BE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085158352526548464.post-6694022517881984012</id><published>2007-05-04T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T17:31:59.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(I hope I don't repeat myself too much?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you still be there with your gentle stare&lt;br /&gt;With your pleasing eyes please don't ever say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;You never running out of things to say&lt;br /&gt;Hope it doesn't change in anyway&lt;br /&gt;But I know it will&lt;br /&gt;I know At least you'll be fulfilled&lt;br /&gt;After I'm home from work and the day was hard&lt;br /&gt;Coming home to you I'll never be scarred&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085158352526548464-6694022517881984012?l=paulyspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulyspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/6694022517881984012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085158352526548464&amp;postID=6694022517881984012&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085158352526548464/posts/default/6694022517881984012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085158352526548464/posts/default/6694022517881984012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulyspoems.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-hope-i-dont-repeat-myself-too-much.html' title=''/><author><name>Paulix Clos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107800733658434050191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-c_ElzD_iBI8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAJZw/D8Alny7W6BE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085158352526548464.post-3508615877518889728</id><published>2007-04-25T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T16:11:52.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Flower petals wilting, a lot like my love for you&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel guilty, actually I'm glad were through&lt;br /&gt;For the first time I didn't start it, or even end it&lt;br /&gt;I know for a fact, it wasn't my fault.  Too bad I was just one of your statistic's&lt;br /&gt;I continue on living, wondering where love might be next&lt;br /&gt;How did I get this far,  love is so complex&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085158352526548464-3508615877518889728?l=paulyspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulyspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/3508615877518889728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085158352526548464&amp;postID=3508615877518889728&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085158352526548464/posts/default/3508615877518889728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085158352526548464/posts/default/3508615877518889728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulyspoems.blogspot.com/2007/04/flower-pettels-wilting-lot-like-my-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Paulix Clos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107800733658434050191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-c_ElzD_iBI8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAJZw/D8Alny7W6BE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085158352526548464.post-6479734570429794106</id><published>2007-04-25T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T15:56:06.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Watching the rain fall, While trying to forget what I've lost&lt;br /&gt;A lot of thing's I can't afford, the cost is simply too much&lt;br /&gt;There are plenty of things I've gained&lt;br /&gt;Mostly things I could not obtain&lt;br /&gt;So I sit here with nothing else to lose&lt;br /&gt;No one in front of me, no one left behind to choose&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085158352526548464-6479734570429794106?l=paulyspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulyspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/6479734570429794106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085158352526548464&amp;postID=6479734570429794106&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085158352526548464/posts/default/6479734570429794106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085158352526548464/posts/default/6479734570429794106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulyspoems.blogspot.com/2007/04/watching-rain-fall-while-trying-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Paulix Clos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107800733658434050191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-c_ElzD_iBI8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAJZw/D8Alny7W6BE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085158352526548464.post-7991917447101571710</id><published>2007-04-24T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T20:10:16.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't necesarialy feel right&lt;br /&gt;therefore, I'm not going out tonight&lt;br /&gt;the decisions I make, or the way I 'am&lt;br /&gt;It isn't really hard, to understand&lt;br /&gt;I do, what I do&lt;br /&gt;because I'm the one who wants to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough time goes bye&lt;br /&gt;the less I dare.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot compare the times&lt;br /&gt;I tried to live there?&lt;br /&gt;If this makes any sense&lt;br /&gt;I know I've learned to make friends&lt;br /&gt;but i try to make sense,&lt;br /&gt;of it all&lt;br /&gt;because it always changes&lt;br /&gt;no matter what you think&lt;br /&gt;there's a way around&lt;br /&gt;there's time to make amends&lt;br /&gt;If there wasn't time I might have sinked&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085158352526548464-7991917447101571710?l=paulyspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulyspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/7991917447101571710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085158352526548464&amp;postID=7991917447101571710&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085158352526548464/posts/default/7991917447101571710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085158352526548464/posts/default/7991917447101571710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulyspoems.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-dont-necesarialy-feel-right-therefore.html' title=''/><author><name>Paulix Clos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107800733658434050191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-c_ElzD_iBI8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAJZw/D8Alny7W6BE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085158352526548464.post-1427737172949815153</id><published>2007-04-19T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T19:53:15.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Radiant as you are.&lt;br /&gt;This probably, is a mistake?&lt;br /&gt;To tell you how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder?  Could this be fate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But your long hair I would definitely keep!&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't change a thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or would I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joining hand in hand,&lt;br /&gt;I'm remembering how to love again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike riding a bike?&lt;br /&gt;It's easier said,&lt;br /&gt;than done again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm glad you accept me.&lt;br /&gt;Although it's kind of weird?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My feelings will cease though...&lt;br /&gt;When you say to me, that you want me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to be where, no one else has been?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's where we will start, where you'll actually begin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I can call it a day, we will never be apart again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085158352526548464-1427737172949815153?l=paulyspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulyspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/1427737172949815153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085158352526548464&amp;postID=1427737172949815153&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085158352526548464/posts/default/1427737172949815153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085158352526548464/posts/default/1427737172949815153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulyspoems.blogspot.com/2007/04/radiant-as-you-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Paulix Clos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107800733658434050191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-c_ElzD_iBI8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAJZw/D8Alny7W6BE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085158352526548464.post-7396252740901826678</id><published>2007-04-17T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T20:09:19.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>standing in the pouring rain&lt;br /&gt;trying to forget your name&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't be this upset&lt;br /&gt;I know your not&lt;br /&gt;I would probably bet&lt;br /&gt;getting anxious&lt;br /&gt;anyone could tell&lt;br /&gt;I'm not standing any longer&lt;br /&gt;instead I fell&lt;br /&gt;deep inside your eyes&lt;br /&gt;even with all your goodbyes&lt;br /&gt;I would take you back&lt;br /&gt;because your the only thing I lack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one took&lt;br /&gt;5 minutes&lt;br /&gt;Others take a little more time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085158352526548464-7396252740901826678?l=paulyspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulyspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/7396252740901826678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085158352526548464&amp;postID=7396252740901826678&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085158352526548464/posts/default/7396252740901826678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085158352526548464/posts/default/7396252740901826678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulyspoems.blogspot.com/2007/04/standing-in-pouring-rain-trying-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Paulix Clos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107800733658434050191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-c_ElzD_iBI8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAJZw/D8Alny7W6BE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085158352526548464.post-2283183002663968180</id><published>2007-04-11T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T20:14:56.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Misunderstood, I thought you might be that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the reason though, I wanted to stay?&lt;br /&gt;Going around you,&lt;br /&gt;it's like I'm paralyzed.&lt;br /&gt;But then again, now I realize you always are able to point that out.&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to help you.  There is no question about hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why would you do something in that way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't you just let me have my pride, and leave me with nothing to say?&lt;br /&gt;It's a great way in my mind to hide.&lt;br /&gt;Without you criticizing me, for the thing's I do or even say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not letting go, though I understood at one time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I can say is good luck in what you may do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your not lucky in any way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085158352526548464-2283183002663968180?l=paulyspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulyspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/2283183002663968180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085158352526548464&amp;postID=2283183002663968180&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085158352526548464/posts/default/2283183002663968180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085158352526548464/posts/default/2283183002663968180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulyspoems.blogspot.com/2007/04/misunderstood-i-thought-you-might-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Paulix Clos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107800733658434050191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-c_ElzD_iBI8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAJZw/D8Alny7W6BE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085158352526548464.post-3875981835512140070</id><published>2007-04-11T16:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T21:52:48.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heightened feelings, I cannot relax.&lt;br /&gt;Thing's are going so well, I should be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;laxed&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Not speaking of anyone, or anything.&lt;br /&gt;Not necessarily true, though it may be?&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm&lt;br /&gt;Twisting and turning, I can hear my stomach churning.&lt;br /&gt;Watching and learning, I know I'll be returning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So until later, I'll be the negotiator.&lt;br /&gt;Time is losing me here.   But, I'm still able to waver.&lt;br /&gt;Here and there, I like to savor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(NOT FINISHED...&lt;br /&gt;Looking my poems over?&lt;br /&gt;They could be considered lyrics?&lt;br /&gt;A lot to be corrected including the 1 above?&lt;br /&gt;All in good time though.&lt;br /&gt;All these words are flowing like water out of my brain...&lt;br /&gt;Weird but cool?&lt;br /&gt;Kind of personal but I figure who cares?&lt;br /&gt;I want people to see it.&lt;br /&gt;Great release for me actually!&lt;br /&gt;So if your interested than I hope you enjoy...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can do is rhyme even when I try not to?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085158352526548464-3875981835512140070?l=paulyspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulyspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/3875981835512140070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085158352526548464&amp;postID=3875981835512140070&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085158352526548464/posts/default/3875981835512140070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085158352526548464/posts/default/3875981835512140070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulyspoems.blogspot.com/2007/04/heightened-feelings-i-cannot-relax.html' title=''/><author><name>Paulix Clos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107800733658434050191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-c_ElzD_iBI8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAJZw/D8Alny7W6BE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085158352526548464.post-1054858904640575697</id><published>2007-04-09T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T16:08:55.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I lay here with my arms around you, and in between your breast.&lt;br /&gt;Your hands clench tightly upon mine, as reassuring feelings arise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trusting me, while I too trust in you.&lt;br /&gt;Being with you, I will never regret what I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you know in your heart,I will not pretend.&lt;br /&gt;The way I love you, I will never forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time slips by,I'm still behind you listening.  Watching you while you sleep,  you seem to glisten.&lt;br /&gt;But every time I move, you pull me right back in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So awkward for me, but that's the way love tends to feel.&lt;br /&gt;Just being with you is worth it, as my heart begins to heal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085158352526548464-1054858904640575697?l=paulyspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulyspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/1054858904640575697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085158352526548464&amp;postID=1054858904640575697&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085158352526548464/posts/default/1054858904640575697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085158352526548464/posts/default/1054858904640575697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulyspoems.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-lay-here-with-my-arms-around-you-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Paulix Clos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107800733658434050191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-c_ElzD_iBI8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAJZw/D8Alny7W6BE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085158352526548464.post-6685578214265825447</id><published>2007-04-08T00:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T02:26:41.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sitting here waiting for you, for lack of something better to do?&lt;br /&gt;If you would only let me choose, I feel like I've got so much to lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to be good on your behalf, can't stop thinking about the way you laugh.&lt;br /&gt;Loving you already, always knowing you must be ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To call out and make me yours, I wish you had the nerve.&lt;br /&gt;But all you have to do is make yourself heard.&lt;br /&gt;Don't make it a burden,  I just hope I can get a word in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep waiting till your ready, ready for certain...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085158352526548464-6685578214265825447?l=paulyspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulyspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/6685578214265825447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085158352526548464&amp;postID=6685578214265825447&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085158352526548464/posts/default/6685578214265825447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085158352526548464/posts/default/6685578214265825447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulyspoems.blogspot.com/2007/04/sitting-here-waiting-for-you-for-lack.html' title=''/><author><name>Paulix Clos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107800733658434050191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-c_ElzD_iBI8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAJZw/D8Alny7W6BE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085158352526548464.post-3245854023677071626</id><published>2007-04-01T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T13:50:45.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Illuminating light all around, in a place no one can be found&lt;br /&gt;Is this maybe a dream, or I guess that's the way it would seem&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise I don't think I'd be,  having  the feeling of so much ease&lt;br /&gt;Music starts playing from out of no where&lt;br /&gt;But from where I stand, I could not part&lt;br /&gt;Just wondering where should I start&lt;br /&gt;Give me some time to take this all in, I'm not sure where to begin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085158352526548464-3245854023677071626?l=paulyspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulyspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/3245854023677071626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085158352526548464&amp;postID=3245854023677071626&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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green&lt;br /&gt;It was the most beautiful thing&lt;br /&gt;The only time I'm at peace&lt;br /&gt;Is When I'm all alone&lt;br /&gt;In a place where I can think&lt;br /&gt;A place I would like to call home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after a while I feel  a bit lonely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only to remember you&lt;br /&gt;Uplifting in some ways&lt;br /&gt;I do remember then&lt;br /&gt;You knew what to say&lt;br /&gt;So I'd finally come down to listen&lt;br /&gt;Only now to find what I'm missing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085158352526548464-4811921731961332565?l=paulyspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulyspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/4811921731961332565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-c_ElzD_iBI8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAJZw/D8Alny7W6BE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085158352526548464.post-3072919466507157974</id><published>2007-03-25T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T20:30:15.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Trying not to think.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm trying not to worry.&lt;br /&gt;I only wish, I wasn't in,&lt;br /&gt;so much of a hurry?&lt;br /&gt;Stupid things keep eluding me.&lt;br /&gt;Keeps me from, what I'm meant to be doing.&lt;br /&gt;But I still don't do a thing?&lt;br /&gt;Yet, I still continue to worry?&lt;br /&gt;Never taking care of things,&lt;br /&gt;especially the ones, that mean so much to me?&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if you really care?&lt;br /&gt;Do you even barely think it?&lt;br /&gt;If or when, I'm lonely here.&lt;br /&gt;I would like to be perfect, or at least&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to be close to it.&lt;br /&gt;So I'm trying not to think again?&lt;br /&gt;But apparently,&lt;br /&gt; it's not working.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085158352526548464-3072919466507157974?l=paulyspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulyspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/3072919466507157974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085158352526548464&amp;postID=3072919466507157974&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085158352526548464/posts/default/3072919466507157974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085158352526548464/posts/default/3072919466507157974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulyspoems.blogspot.com/2007/03/trying-not-to-think.html' title=''/><author><name>Paulix Clos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107800733658434050191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-c_ElzD_iBI8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAJZw/D8Alny7W6BE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085158352526548464.post-2803205072709488489</id><published>2007-03-25T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T21:30:55.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay with the fact that death occurs?&lt;br /&gt;Until he sees his wife, his mind turns.&lt;br /&gt;He realizes he won't see her again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they finally lower her in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only then does it sink into his mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to hold back the tears.&lt;br /&gt;But instead they come, from all the bountiful years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He thinks then, he shouldn't of held back.&lt;br /&gt;Why did he hold it all, behind of all his fears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead now he thinks, he should have listened to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But only now, after all these years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://workinatthegraveyard.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Graveyard&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085158352526548464-2803205072709488489?l=paulyspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulyspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/2803205072709488489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085158352526548464&amp;postID=2803205072709488489&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085158352526548464/posts/default/2803205072709488489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085158352526548464/posts/default/2803205072709488489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulyspoems.blogspot.com/2007/03/okay-with-fact-that-death-occurs-until.html' title=''/><author><name>Paulix Clos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107800733658434050191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-c_ElzD_iBI8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAJZw/D8Alny7W6BE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085158352526548464.post-8572693149500740218</id><published>2007-03-25T17:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T17:28:58.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lost in a world where thing's just don't seem right&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone else notice&lt;br /&gt;Anyone else, besides only myself&lt;br /&gt;Corruption and greed, is it ever enough&lt;br /&gt;Poverty and hunger, there's simply too much&lt;br /&gt;Scavengers and thieves, want to pay their dues&lt;br /&gt;Drug addicts and  prostitutes, trying to get their fix or simply trying to make it through&lt;br /&gt;Power trippers and racists, who can't change their ways&lt;br /&gt;These are the things I feel, at the end of each day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085158352526548464-8572693149500740218?l=paulyspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulyspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/8572693149500740218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-c_ElzD_iBI8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAJZw/D8Alny7W6BE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085158352526548464.post-6005455512630240250</id><published>2007-03-25T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T16:56:53.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sun rays hit my face as I look up in to the sun&lt;br /&gt;Right then I feel like, I must be the only one&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of you and all the joy you bring&lt;br /&gt;When I see your beautiful face I just want to sing&lt;br /&gt;I really don't care about all that bling&lt;br /&gt;You might as well take it all off&lt;br /&gt;For to me, it don't mean a thing&lt;br /&gt;Lips red like roses, your smile so perfect&lt;br /&gt;Your body's  got so many curves&lt;br /&gt;I think I could lose my nerves&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for you to tell me you love me&lt;br /&gt;But you must be waiting for the same thing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085158352526548464-6005455512630240250?l=paulyspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulyspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/6005455512630240250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085158352526548464&amp;postID=6005455512630240250&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085158352526548464/posts/default/6005455512630240250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085158352526548464/posts/default/6005455512630240250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulyspoems.blogspot.com/2007/03/sun-rays-hit-my-face-as-i-look-up-in-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Paulix Clos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107800733658434050191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-c_ElzD_iBI8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAJZw/D8Alny7W6BE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085158352526548464.post-3058346438613270809</id><published>2007-03-25T00:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T17:44:47.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm at that point in my life again&lt;br /&gt;Where I don't care where I've been&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to try, I could care less&lt;br /&gt;Things never go my way, my life's a mess&lt;br /&gt;And what do you care you seem contempt&lt;br /&gt;You could never understand my pain&lt;br /&gt;In fact you could care less&lt;br /&gt;So take your good attitude&lt;br /&gt;Take it somewhere else&lt;br /&gt;I need to get through this right now, all by myself&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for trying but you are no help&lt;br /&gt;cause this is the way I feel right now&lt;br /&gt;The only person who can change that is myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085158352526548464-3058346438613270809?l=paulyspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulyspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/3058346438613270809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085158352526548464&amp;postID=3058346438613270809&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085158352526548464/posts/default/3058346438613270809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085158352526548464/posts/default/3058346438613270809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulyspoems.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-at-that-point-in-my-life-again-where.html' title=''/><author><name>Paulix Clos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107800733658434050191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-c_ElzD_iBI8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAJZw/D8Alny7W6BE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085158352526548464.post-5004075988019555606</id><published>2007-03-22T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T19:56:39.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Moonlight casts shadows on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet you are so bright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing there motionless,  in the moonlight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angels sing to you when you are there.&lt;br /&gt;Flying around you with gentle care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the while staring blankly at me, almost as if you want to thank me?&lt;br /&gt;Thank me for all my kindness and patience.  Not knowing that without you, I could not fake this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all your love and power. &lt;br /&gt;You have no idea, how you could devour?&lt;br /&gt;You could get rid of my lust, my need to thrive.&lt;br /&gt;Without you my heart, would not survive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085158352526548464-5004075988019555606?l=paulyspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulyspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/5004075988019555606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085158352526548464&amp;postID=5004075988019555606&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085158352526548464/posts/default/5004075988019555606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085158352526548464/posts/default/5004075988019555606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulyspoems.blogspot.com/2007/03/moonlight-casts-shadows-on-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Paulix Clos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107800733658434050191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-c_ElzD_iBI8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAJZw/D8Alny7W6BE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085158352526548464.post-7306970094901426894</id><published>2007-03-22T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T18:31:42.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wasting my day, wasting away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems I'm not coming back, not coming this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wandering these streets, till I'm hurting my feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize I need to be around, that's when I begin to come down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For In my life it's too late, I must steer towards my fate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085158352526548464-7306970094901426894?l=paulyspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulyspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/7306970094901426894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085158352526548464&amp;postID=7306970094901426894&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085158352526548464/posts/default/7306970094901426894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085158352526548464/posts/default/7306970094901426894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulyspoems.blogspot.com/2007/03/wasting-my-day-wasting-away.html' title=''/><author><name>Paulix Clos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107800733658434050191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-c_ElzD_iBI8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAJZw/D8Alny7W6BE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085158352526548464.post-5196763087875400278</id><published>2007-03-19T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T17:02:15.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I came up with this earlier?&lt;br /&gt;It's a start...&lt;br /&gt;It seems kind of long.  #1)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1)Breaking me in two, every time you cried.&lt;br /&gt;I feel so hopeless, all the times you lied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Storms a brewing, deep inside my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Painting a picture, of where I might find the time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to come up with some sort of equation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If, just once to get over...  My frustration.&lt;br /&gt;There's still no other, no other substitutions.&lt;br /&gt;Not ever will I come up, with  a better kind of solution.&lt;br /&gt;So&lt;br /&gt;I wonder are you sailing?&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you might be mailing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And where else would you rather be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But farther away from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Further away from my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've realized you've torn me.&lt;br /&gt;You've torn my heart apart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I've finally found it.&lt;br /&gt;And this won't happen to me again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm going to latch my heart, and I'm keeping it locked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now My heart's been tied.  I've knotted it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have loss?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I've certainly loss, quite enough...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2)Going crazy, need to leave this place.&lt;br /&gt;I'm pathetically waiting.  Cannot leave this space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always anticipating?&lt;br /&gt;Where I'am, or where I'm at?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been running around drinking,  but what 'am I thinking?&lt;br /&gt;I'm only making it worse!&lt;br /&gt;I assume it's maybe my curse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So where 'am I going?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going crazy I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thought's are sinking,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really couldn't tell you, what 'am I thinking?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9085158352526548464-5196763087875400278?l=paulyspoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulyspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/5196763087875400278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9085158352526548464&amp;postID=5196763087875400278&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085158352526548464/posts/default/5196763087875400278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9085158352526548464/posts/default/5196763087875400278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulyspoems.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-came-up-with-this-earlier-its-start.html' title=''/><author><name>Paulix Clos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107800733658434050191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-c_ElzD_iBI8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAJZw/D8Alny7W6BE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
