<?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-26528620</id><updated>2012-02-16T10:25:09.969-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poetry of Life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennyslilzone.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26528620/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennyslilzone.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' 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/&gt;Never-ending noise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On days like these I become isolated&lt;br /&gt;Put myself in a place with no sound&lt;br /&gt;Attempting to hear Him just once&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind yearns for His words&lt;br /&gt;As I drift into a noiseless place&lt;br /&gt;I see Him talking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly I begin to understand&lt;br /&gt;Listening to Him whisper sweet words&lt;br /&gt;Telling me my world shall remain solid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God&lt;br /&gt;My Rock&lt;br /&gt;My Solid Ground&lt;br /&gt;Lifts me up and holds me in his arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still hearing His whispers in my ear&lt;br /&gt;I lay to rest this mind I have&lt;br /&gt;And fall asleep His hands in mine&lt;br /&gt;-By: Jenny Fisk-&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/26528620-1970959574898865183?l=jennyslilzone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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/&gt;your words come to me Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over days time&lt;br /&gt;My appearance changes that much more&lt;br /&gt;Over a days time&lt;br /&gt;The love for God grows deeper in my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Healing my wounds&lt;br /&gt;My heart is whole only by his hands&lt;br /&gt;Only by his touch am I truly found and healed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All enemies are gone&lt;br /&gt;All my soul is for him and him alone&lt;br /&gt;I am truly one that's loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-By: Jenny Fisk-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26528620-6211401527625293975?l=jennyslilzone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennyslilzone.blogspot.com/feeds/6211401527625293975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26528620&amp;postID=6211401527625293975' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26528620/posts/default/6211401527625293975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26528620/posts/default/6211401527625293975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennyslilzone.blogspot.com/2007/04/quiet-time.html' title='Quiet Time'/><author><name>Jenny-Nae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01280187399019305435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' 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what I've seen,&lt;br /&gt;What my life will turn out to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years from now as I look out a window&lt;br /&gt;I see my own kids picking flowers in the yard.&lt;br /&gt;Still seeing the beauty of the world&lt;br /&gt;And the preciousness of each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In open spaces&lt;br /&gt;With no more time to spare&lt;br /&gt;I leave the flower filled field&lt;br /&gt;And go back into reality.&lt;br /&gt;By: Jenny Fisk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26528620-116675217770950062?l=jennyslilzone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennyslilzone.blogspot.com/feeds/116675217770950062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26528620&amp;postID=116675217770950062' title='1 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type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All Words&lt;br /&gt;9-18-06&lt;br /&gt;Hurtful words that have a mind or their own,&lt;br /&gt;walk straight through my mind,&lt;br /&gt;never entering my heart, I give words thought then toss them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My happiness is all that counts&lt;br /&gt;but loving arms, I long to have.&lt;br /&gt;Many people that I miss I hope to see until the very end.&lt;br /&gt;For I know of where they are in my heart&lt;br /&gt;but I long to know even more.&lt;br /&gt;By: Jenny Fisk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26528620-116550175257490310?l=jennyslilzone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dPejbf_UgYQ/S1qzyq_AGbI/AAAAAAAAAEU/R_CtdVbDuzU/S220/20650_223582111719_515991719_3684713_2854467_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26528620.post-115870661132271660</id><published>2006-09-19T15:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T15:56:51.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Ever Changing World.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Ever Changing World&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;9-17-06&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Living in a world where my whole heart is unknown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Filling my head with lies unimaginable for the human ear to hear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Slowly tearing my hope away with unecssary words from my own mouth everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Taking each day slow but surely I keep moving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Making wrong turns, left and right, effecting my entire life as it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Peoples love that's never ending towards me somehow goes unnoticed somedays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;This day and that I never know what each one holds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;None may know how deep this unhappiness may fall in my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;How great is this life here on Earth? You never know if you're going to turnout depressed for life or happy for lifes' long last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I know there'll be ups and downs but at least a speck of happiness is always found.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Beautiful music in my ears, I lay to rest my tearful thoughts and sounds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;-By: Jenessa Fisk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26528620-115870661132271660?l=jennyslilzone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennyslilzone.blogspot.com/feeds/115870661132271660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26528620&amp;postID=115870661132271660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26528620/posts/default/115870661132271660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26528620/posts/default/115870661132271660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennyslilzone.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-ever-changing-world.html' title='My Ever Changing World.'/><author><name>Jenny-Nae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01280187399019305435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dPejbf_UgYQ/S1qzyq_AGbI/AAAAAAAAAEU/R_CtdVbDuzU/S220/20650_223582111719_515991719_3684713_2854467_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26528620.post-115428595461659743</id><published>2006-07-30T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T19:32:31.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>History</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;History&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;7-29-06&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Images flashing in my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;The painful memories that have no end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Not a day goes by without the momories flooding my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;All the wispers in my ear,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;All the touching,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;The force of someone much older&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Tears rolling down my face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;How I hurt so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;His face then embeded in my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Years have gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I can still see his face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Life's lived on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Happy now, it's been so long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Hurt still there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Pain like no other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;With strength,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;God,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;And friends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;By: Jenessa Fisk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26528620-115428595461659743?l=jennyslilzone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennyslilzone.blogspot.com/feeds/115428595461659743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26528620&amp;postID=115428595461659743' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26528620/posts/default/115428595461659743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26528620/posts/default/115428595461659743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennyslilzone.blogspot.com/2006/07/history.html' title='History'/><author><name>Jenny-Nae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01280187399019305435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dPejbf_UgYQ/S1qzyq_AGbI/AAAAAAAAAEU/R_CtdVbDuzU/S220/20650_223582111719_515991719_3684713_2854467_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26528620.post-115428558583176714</id><published>2006-07-30T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T11:53:05.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>With Silent Tears, I Think</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With Silent Tears, I Think&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7-29-06&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Silent tears streaming down my face&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my mind in outer space.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thinking of what was said,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The possibilities.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The answers I don't know how to find.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The reassurrance I know I need,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Asking this from others seems all too much for me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Twiddling my pen through my fingers all I can think about are many bad memories that don't disinegrate t0 dust but lock themselves up in the back of my mind as if in a hiding place ready to pop out at me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not making sense of the conversations had but pondering them in my thoughts.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Future, past, present.....all of them in each conversation.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know in the end I won't remember the bad memories but the silly stories,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The funny references,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The great laughs,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And the greatness of our friendship.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By: Jenessa Fisk&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26528620-115428558583176714?l=jennyslilzone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dPejbf_UgYQ/S1qzyq_AGbI/AAAAAAAAAEU/R_CtdVbDuzU/S220/20650_223582111719_515991719_3684713_2854467_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26528620.post-115024180935366160</id><published>2006-06-13T16:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T22:42:16.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer On Mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;Summer On Mind&lt;br /&gt;6-12-06&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time&lt;br /&gt;A fairy tale rhyme&lt;br /&gt;If only real life could be as this&lt;br /&gt;Taken into a fairy tale by my own minds imagining,&lt;br /&gt;Wondering if I'll ever come out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;Blue trees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;small&gt; &lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;color:purple;" &gt;&lt;small&gt;d&lt;/small&gt; &lt;big&gt;purple skies&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;As if taken right out of a Dr. Seuss book&lt;br /&gt;Flying is there always&lt;br /&gt;It only seems a dream&lt;br /&gt;The pinching truth says it's no dream at all&lt;br /&gt;It's my reality world&lt;br /&gt;Happy&lt;br /&gt;Cheerful&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;small style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;Excited for life to happen&lt;br /&gt;My journeys just begun&lt;br /&gt;Lifes wonders ready to come out&lt;br /&gt;Only wondering what shall happen&lt;br /&gt;What shall I do?&lt;br /&gt;Spas&lt;br /&gt;Malls&lt;br /&gt;Fri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:purple;"&gt;ends&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Great Memories&lt;br /&gt;Summers come and all this above shall become.&lt;br /&gt;-By: Jenessa Fisk (Me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&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/26528620-115024180935366160?l=jennyslilzone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennyslilzone.blogspot.com/feeds/115024180935366160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26528620&amp;postID=115024180935366160' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26528620/posts/default/115024180935366160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26528620/posts/default/115024180935366160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennyslilzone.blogspot.com/2006/06/summer-on-mind_13.html' title='Summer On Mind'/><author><name>Jenny-Nae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01280187399019305435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dPejbf_UgYQ/S1qzyq_AGbI/AAAAAAAAAEU/R_CtdVbDuzU/S220/20650_223582111719_515991719_3684713_2854467_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26528620.post-114913119897387549</id><published>2006-05-31T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T22:58:17.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Did I?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;Did I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;10-15-05&lt;br /&gt;My heart races.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind swirls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all these thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breathing heavily;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only can think one thing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What just happened?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I just give in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I follow my heart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let these lustful thoughts come true?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him, Gothic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Christian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;They do say how oppisites attract.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Completely oppisite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Different aspects in our lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Telling us apart seems all to easy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that all this seems so confusing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way it lays out,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me being Christian,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him being Goth,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't know why I think this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;It isn't right,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I shouldn't,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell myself never will this happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just not possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not logical.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does my heart tell me these stories?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why when I look at him I see us together?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it true,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least in this case,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do oppisites really attract?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head doesn't know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart can't speak to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take a look at him,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a rebel,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a turn on to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart races when I think of him&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind swirls with thoughts of him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;-By: Jenessa Fisk (Me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26528620-114913119897387549?l=jennyslilzone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennyslilzone.blogspot.com/feeds/114913119897387549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26528620&amp;postID=114913119897387549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26528620/posts/default/114913119897387549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26528620/posts/default/114913119897387549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennyslilzone.blogspot.com/2006/05/did-i.html' title='Did I?'/><author><name>Jenny-Nae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01280187399019305435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dPejbf_UgYQ/S1qzyq_AGbI/AAAAAAAAAEU/R_CtdVbDuzU/S220/20650_223582111719_515991719_3684713_2854467_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26528620.post-114904354510474244</id><published>2006-05-30T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T22:22:11.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mixie and Me! (Made just for Mixie)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Mixie and Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;5-29-06&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:orange;"&gt;I always wondered why God brought us together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:orange;"&gt;Was it planned or was it our determination?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:orange;"&gt;Several answers I know are wrong,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:orange;"&gt;I cannot answer just one little thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:orange;"&gt;I know only one thing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:orange;"&gt;We're always going to be friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:orange;"&gt;Not one thing could break,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:orange;"&gt;The friendship we've formed right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;-By: Jenessa Fisk (Me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26528620-114904354510474244?l=jennyslilzone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennyslilzone.blogspot.com/feeds/114904354510474244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26528620&amp;postID=114904354510474244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26528620/posts/default/114904354510474244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26528620/posts/default/114904354510474244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennyslilzone.blogspot.com/2006/05/mixie-and-me-made-just-for-mixie.html' title='Mixie and Me! (Made just for Mixie)'/><author><name>Jenny-Nae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01280187399019305435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dPejbf_UgYQ/S1qzyq_AGbI/AAAAAAAAAEU/R_CtdVbDuzU/S220/20650_223582111719_515991719_3684713_2854467_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26528620.post-114904260761535998</id><published>2006-05-30T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T19:30:07.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mindful Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;color:purple;"  &gt;Mindful Thoughts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;color:purple;"  &gt;January 06&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;color:purple;"  &gt;I take to heart all that is said. I open up and let people in. I love my friends and show it all. I justs don't know why people are so dull. Some don't think. Some don't like others. I don't know why it is so hard for them. Be a part of something, live life. Sitting and doing nothing is no way to be when lifes adventures out there waiting to happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;color:purple;"  &gt;-By: Jenessa Fisk (Me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26528620-114904260761535998?l=jennyslilzone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennyslilzone.blogspot.com/feeds/114904260761535998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26528620&amp;postID=114904260761535998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26528620/posts/default/114904260761535998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26528620/posts/default/114904260761535998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennyslilzone.blogspot.com/2006/05/mindful-thoughts.html' title='Mindful Thoughts'/><author><name>Jenny-Nae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01280187399019305435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dPejbf_UgYQ/S1qzyq_AGbI/AAAAAAAAAEU/R_CtdVbDuzU/S220/20650_223582111719_515991719_3684713_2854467_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26528620.post-114904207487953127</id><published>2006-05-30T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T19:21:14.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quietness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Quietness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;January 06&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Quietness all around, no one here to make a sound. Voices, footsteps, none around to make just one little sound. Quietness is not a thing of the past but I take forgranted what I want to last. A time of peace just me and thoughts is what I have at last. Not wanting it to end but someone speaks. Quiet has gone and noise has come as my peace becomes hidden away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;-By: Jenessa Fisk (Me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26528620-114904207487953127?l=jennyslilzone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennyslilzone.blogspot.com/feeds/114904207487953127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26528620&amp;postID=114904207487953127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26528620/posts/default/114904207487953127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26528620/posts/default/114904207487953127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennyslilzone.blogspot.com/2006/05/quietness.html' title='Quietness'/><author><name>Jenny-Nae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01280187399019305435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dPejbf_UgYQ/S1qzyq_AGbI/AAAAAAAAAEU/R_CtdVbDuzU/S220/20650_223582111719_515991719_3684713_2854467_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26528620.post-114904159900571823</id><published>2006-05-30T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T19:33:44.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Loved</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);" &gt;Loved&lt;br /&gt;Febuary 06&lt;br /&gt;Loved ones in a persons life. Taken forgranted I hope not. Loved forever in heart and in mind. Always love them no matter what they do. Cuddle up close in the good and the bad. Hugs n' Kisses are NOT bad. Surprises and good times are wonderful. All the times spent turn to memories from beginning to end. Remember them all for they are most special. Loved ones held dear never to forget. Forget them not but love them forever because they'll be with you til the end.&lt;br /&gt;-By: Jenessa Fisk (Me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26528620-114904159900571823?l=jennyslilzone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennyslilzone.blogspot.com/feeds/114904159900571823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26528620&amp;postID=114904159900571823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26528620/posts/default/114904159900571823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26528620/posts/default/114904159900571823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennyslilzone.blogspot.com/2006/05/loved.html' title='Loved'/><author><name>Jenny-Nae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01280187399019305435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dPejbf_UgYQ/S1qzyq_AGbI/AAAAAAAAAEU/R_CtdVbDuzU/S220/20650_223582111719_515991719_3684713_2854467_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26528620.post-114904115071252067</id><published>2006-05-30T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T19:07:35.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprises</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:pink;"&gt;Surprises&lt;br /&gt;March 06&lt;br /&gt;Taken by surprise&lt;br /&gt;Caught off-gaurd&lt;br /&gt;Taken away,&lt;br /&gt;It seems like for good.&lt;br /&gt;Let it be, I know I should&lt;br /&gt;To know it could never be;&lt;br /&gt;Takes my heart to a new place.&lt;br /&gt;A place not joyful, not happy at all.&lt;br /&gt;A place that says it will never be.&lt;br /&gt;A person that speaks of friendship&lt;br /&gt;A girl in other words called a friend&lt;br /&gt;Takes the place I desired most.&lt;br /&gt;Left alone&lt;br /&gt;All but a broken feeling left.&lt;br /&gt;Still seems like for good.&lt;br /&gt;I know it was coming&lt;br /&gt;But reality came in late.&lt;br /&gt;Now still star-struck&lt;br /&gt;I deal with now and not when.&lt;br /&gt;Consentration broken,&lt;br /&gt;Secrets in me are kept.&lt;br /&gt;-By: Jenessa Fisk (Me)&lt;center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26528620-114904115071252067?l=jennyslilzone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennyslilzone.blogspot.com/feeds/114904115071252067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26528620&amp;postID=114904115071252067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26528620/posts/default/114904115071252067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26528620/posts/default/114904115071252067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennyslilzone.blogspot.com/2006/05/surprises.html' title='Surprises'/><author><name>Jenny-Nae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01280187399019305435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dPejbf_UgYQ/S1qzyq_AGbI/AAAAAAAAAEU/R_CtdVbDuzU/S220/20650_223582111719_515991719_3684713_2854467_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26528620.post-114903910634637342</id><published>2006-05-30T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T18:31:46.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In My Sanctuary</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;In My Sanctuary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;2-3-06&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Frightened in this place that is supposed to be my sanctuary. A place that I am supposed to call my home. It frightens me to hear the yells. To feel the uncomfort to know the things I know. I want my life to change, change in a way that I feel comfortable in my own life. I never know how much I was hurting from way back when or how much it affected me now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-By: Jenessa Fisk (Me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26528620-114903910634637342?l=jennyslilzone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennyslilzone.blogspot.com/feeds/114903910634637342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26528620&amp;postID=114903910634637342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26528620/posts/default/114903910634637342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26528620/posts/default/114903910634637342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennyslilzone.blogspot.com/2006/05/in-my-sanctuary.html' title='In My Sanctuary'/><author><name>Jenny-Nae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01280187399019305435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dPejbf_UgYQ/S1qzyq_AGbI/AAAAAAAAAEU/R_CtdVbDuzU/S220/20650_223582111719_515991719_3684713_2854467_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26528620.post-114903884984708248</id><published>2006-05-30T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T18:27:29.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiding</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hiding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;March 06&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hiding myself deep inside, hiding my pain in a land far away. I don't know where I went but this is not me. Someone else has replaced me on the outside. The real me hidden in my heart, bottled up so no one can see. I can not think of why I should open my heart and let the me on the inside out. My outside me says no one cares so I bury myself deeper in my little shell. So no one can see my pain or feel my hurt. I lock up my emotions and never let them out. I don't know why this has happened, I have have held people out, why I don't let my true self show, or even why I bury myself so deep inside. Will I be afraid of what might happen or am I just too afraid already to let everyone know ME?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;-By: Jenessa Fisk (Me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26528620-114903884984708248?l=jennyslilzone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennyslilzone.blogspot.com/feeds/114903884984708248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26528620&amp;postID=114903884984708248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26528620/posts/default/114903884984708248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26528620/posts/default/114903884984708248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennyslilzone.blogspot.com/2006/05/hiding.html' title='Hiding'/><author><name>Jenny-Nae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01280187399019305435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dPejbf_UgYQ/S1qzyq_AGbI/AAAAAAAAAEU/R_CtdVbDuzU/S220/20650_223582111719_515991719_3684713_2854467_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26528620.post-114903800601614604</id><published>2006-05-30T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T18:13:26.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grieving</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Grieving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Febuary 06&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Something that haunts my past. Something I wish could be taken back. If only I knew what to do, how to take my mind away. My heart longs to get back to you but my mind stands in the way. In the way of what should be. Take away my mind and give my heart control. Control to love you, know you, and want to be with you. I am lost in my own world, disconnected from you. Hold my heart, hold me in your arms and never let me go. Never let me lose my way. Keep me close and let me hear you.  Hear you, know you, and see you. See the path you have for me. In my overwhelming world of nothingness, I am lost. Lost from my past and from my savior. Help me find you, draw me close, and hold me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-By: Jenessa Fisk (Me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26528620-114903800601614604?l=jennyslilzone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennyslilzone.blogspot.com/feeds/114903800601614604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26528620&amp;postID=114903800601614604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26528620/posts/default/114903800601614604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26528620/posts/default/114903800601614604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennyslilzone.blogspot.com/2006/05/grieving.html' title='Grieving'/><author><name>Jenny-Nae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01280187399019305435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dPejbf_UgYQ/S1qzyq_AGbI/AAAAAAAAAEU/R_CtdVbDuzU/S220/20650_223582111719_515991719_3684713_2854467_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26528620.post-114903754141538818</id><published>2006-05-30T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T22:31:02.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5 deep poems</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Buried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Febuary 06&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Frantic fears are here now. Fears I have, I know I can't help. I can't get rid of them, so I bury them. Deep inside not to come out. Some came out, showed their face. I put them behind a smile and a voice that says, "I'm okay." I turn around and see they've gone, back to their hiding place and buried once more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;-By: Jenessa Fisk (Me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Childhood Mess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Febuary 06&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I don't understand what I ever did to deserve this. All from my childhood past revealed. I realize I need to know, why this had to happen so. My one question, my only wish, is to know why. My greatest fears are greater than most may age. I take one look at the fears of others and think, "I wish mine were that little." To be a normal teen, just worrying about fashion or school work instead of my past coming back to life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;-By: Jenessa Fisk (Me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:pink;"&gt;Panicked&lt;br /&gt;2-2-06&lt;br /&gt;I ran from him and never looked back. Friends to help me and stand by me through this Afraid of what could've been. They tell me I did the right thing but it's hard to believe. I never believed them until one person said it. A person I love, a person I trust and a person I feel completely safe with. I feel safe in her arms and believe every word she says. She brings me great comfort as I work through this hard time. Working through this mess brings a lot of thoughts to mind. Thoughts about the past, the present and the future have me boggled to no end. Pondering all the questions in my head, I cannot seem to answer even just one. My questions unanswered I can only seem to know how frustrating this all is. I take one look at what is and realize this isn't what I have planned. I didn't plan any of this but apparently God did. I have no clue why he planned all my tragedies but I know through the pain I endure, I get closer to him everyday. Healing in my pain he brings me closer with the passing of each day and the great help of someone held dear.&lt;br /&gt;-By: Jenessa Fisk (Me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;5-13-06&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Overwhelming loneliness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Nothingness growning inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;I feel as though I am nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Like I can't be seen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;I've taken away all my thoughts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;I think of nothing but the days that I've spent in my world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;The thought of my world looking so dull, almost glum compared to life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;The real world in which I live seems so fictionary to mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;My soul cannot find its footing in the ground.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Thoughts and feelings, up and down, my soul knows not which way to turn to be found.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Tape it high, tape it low, just so I know, where I left my heart alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;I want it back, no need to say it has a home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;I have it back. Now don't ask me how, my ups and downs are still around but my heart is back that's all I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;-By: Jenessa Fisk (Me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;No Sound, None At All&lt;br /&gt;4-3-06&lt;br /&gt;Quietness is all around. I open my mouth but make no sound. No one listens, no one hears, the many sounds I make aloud. I see myself inside and out and know not who I am now. Around my mind I don't know how this has really come about. To see myself and not know how I am who I am now. It amazes me sometimes to see all around me people that are out. But me, within God's presence, a Christian for lifes long last. I know I am better off than some, I know now because I know God. My search is over, I have what I was looking for but some, sadly, are still looking. Still looking for the almighty one, the king of kings, and the savior. Waiting for him to pick them up off their feet and say, "It's all okay." It's okay to say I love the Lord, it's okay to believe in him. Take his word and remember all. All around I heard no sound but now quietness is now where to be found.&lt;br /&gt;-By: Jenessa Fisk (Me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26528620-114903754141538818?l=jennyslilzone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennyslilzone.blogspot.com/feeds/114903754141538818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26528620&amp;postID=114903754141538818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26528620/posts/default/114903754141538818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26528620/posts/default/114903754141538818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennyslilzone.blogspot.com/2006/05/5-deep-poems.html' title='5 deep poems'/><author><name>Jenny-Nae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01280187399019305435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dPejbf_UgYQ/S1qzyq_AGbI/AAAAAAAAAEU/R_CtdVbDuzU/S220/20650_223582111719_515991719_3684713_2854467_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26528620.post-114903617246864698</id><published>2006-05-30T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T17:42:52.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All for Anna *4-26-1988&gt;4-20-2006* 3 poems.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;A Day Of Distractions I Pray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;4-27-06&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Some days we laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Some days we cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Some days we just don't know what to do with ourselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;A distraction I wish I had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Let me not think about this mess I pray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Give me a distraction to hide my tears,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;A distraction to hide my heartache.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Get me out of this mess I pray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Give me a distraction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;-By: Jenessa Fisk (Me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;4-27-06&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;A life once here now taken away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;God, I pray she will live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Forever in our hearts,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Forever in our prayers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;In us,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;In our minds,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;In our hearts,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Her spirit will live on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Not to be forgotten.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;To the end we'll remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Her smile and forever captured moments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Her spirit will live on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;For life's long last,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;We love you Anna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Forever touched by her gracious heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;-By: Jenessa Fisk (Me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;A Lost Friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;4-27-06&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Blood shed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Death came&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Tears forever shed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;At this great loss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Memories we have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Words that we'll remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;A friend never to leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;But always be with us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Physically Anna may be gone but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Spiritually she never will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;She physically may be dead but her spirit will live on forever through us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;R.I.P. Anna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;-By: Jenessa Fisk (Me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26528620-114903617246864698?l=jennyslilzone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennyslilzone.blogspot.com/feeds/114903617246864698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26528620&amp;postID=114903617246864698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26528620/posts/default/114903617246864698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26528620/posts/default/114903617246864698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennyslilzone.blogspot.com/2006/05/all-for-anna-4-26-19884-20-2006-3.html' title='All for Anna *4-26-1988&gt;4-20-2006* 3 poems.'/><author><name>Jenny-Nae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01280187399019305435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dPejbf_UgYQ/S1qzyq_AGbI/AAAAAAAAAEU/R_CtdVbDuzU/S220/20650_223582111719_515991719_3684713_2854467_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26528620.post-114903537105633305</id><published>2006-05-30T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T19:36:07.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Many Things That Come To Mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Many Things That Come To Mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;5-22-06&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;A soul now lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Sorrow now comes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;For a lost soul that just doesn't know where to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Where to go in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Where to go I just don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;How I have become this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Just a needy, manipulative, careless person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Am I really?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Am I unknowingly a bad person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;This takes me by surprise,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;For I don't know what to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;What to think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I don't even know what to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Am I all these things?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;A manipulative&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;And needy person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I think not but others do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;What do I do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;How do I fix this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;How do I change these opinions?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Is God telling me to change?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Am I even loved?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Or am I just hated?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Taking thought to what has been said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;With all these questions running through my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Processing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Thinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Taking time to figure things out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;All these questions in my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Will they be answered?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Or will they be unanswered?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;More questions come to mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;When my thoughts wrap around what one has said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;To be honest or to utter the words most often&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Said.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;"I don't know"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;With thoughts and worries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;My head's gone swirling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;My minds tired of thinking so deep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Taking these questions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Putting them away for now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Taking a nap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Perhaps a "sleep"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I'll wake up with a new mind to think.&lt;br /&gt;-By: Jenessa Fisk (Me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26528620-114903537105633305?l=jennyslilzone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennyslilzone.blogspot.com/feeds/114903537105633305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26528620&amp;postID=114903537105633305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26528620/posts/default/114903537105633305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26528620/posts/default/114903537105633305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennyslilzone.blogspot.com/2006/05/many-things-that-come-to-mind.html' title='Many Things That Come To Mind'/><author><name>Jenny-Nae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01280187399019305435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dPejbf_UgYQ/S1qzyq_AGbI/AAAAAAAAAEU/R_CtdVbDuzU/S220/20650_223582111719_515991719_3684713_2854467_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26528620.post-114903458353186555</id><published>2006-05-30T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T23:01:02.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10-15-05&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Something that could never be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;A someone I could never have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Always on my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;The thoughts have crossed my mind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;"What if we could be?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Is it lust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;or is it love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;What might it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Leaving my heart feeling so satisfied?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Or is it my mind making my heart feel so?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Feelings I cannot express&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I look at him and want him to be mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I think and know it will never be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Lustful thoughts fill my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Everytime I get a glance of him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Knowing it's forbidden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;That this relationship would never be right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Just makes me want him more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;My mind has filled with thoughts of him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Just knowing that it is never to be makes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Me need him, want him that much more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Me a Christian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Him a Goth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Titles that separate us and make it so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Hard to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;-By: Jenessa Fisk (Me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26528620-114903458353186555?l=jennyslilzone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennyslilzone.blogspot.com/feeds/114903458353186555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26528620&amp;postID=114903458353186555' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26528620/posts/default/114903458353186555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26528620/posts/default/114903458353186555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennyslilzone.blogspot.com/2006/05/bad.html' title='Bad'/><author><name>Jenny-Nae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01280187399019305435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dPejbf_UgYQ/S1qzyq_AGbI/AAAAAAAAAEU/R_CtdVbDuzU/S220/20650_223582111719_515991719_3684713_2854467_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26528620.post-114549651477925306</id><published>2006-04-19T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T18:28:34.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5995/2777/1600/home%20coming2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5995/2777/320/home%20coming2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was on Homecoming night. just before.&lt;br /&gt;October 8th, 2005.&lt;br /&gt;Before I chopped all my hair off.&lt;br /&gt;Lol, it's only a couple inches shorter&lt;br /&gt;than it was in the pic.&lt;br /&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/26528620-114549651477925306?l=jennyslilzone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennyslilzone.blogspot.com/feeds/114549651477925306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26528620&amp;postID=114549651477925306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26528620/posts/default/114549651477925306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26528620/posts/default/114549651477925306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennyslilzone.blogspot.com/2006/04/pics.html' title='pics'/><author><name>Jenny-Nae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01280187399019305435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dPejbf_UgYQ/S1qzyq_AGbI/AAAAAAAAAEU/R_CtdVbDuzU/S220/20650_223582111719_515991719_3684713_2854467_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
