<?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-1256243736661047935</id><updated>2012-02-16T16:19:56.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PoemsandStories</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memories-inthesand.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1256243736661047935/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories-inthesand.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right before the period in that cocoon,&lt;br /&gt;time flew by so fast, so soon.&lt;br /&gt;The glass shell broke,&lt;br /&gt;you were there waiting with all hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew you were the one,&lt;br /&gt;even before I evolved.&lt;br /&gt;because of all you've done,&lt;br /&gt;and the problems that you solved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it seems you're no longer here,&lt;br /&gt;disappearing so far away.&lt;br /&gt;Droplets drip down, dipped in fear,&lt;br /&gt;much to my dismay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still I lay,&lt;br /&gt;engulfed in dull soil.&lt;br /&gt;Letting the Lord take me away,&lt;br /&gt;right from where I coiled.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1256243736661047935-7892959008846730985?l=memories-inthesand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lL24_lSJTAQ/S4uTFXw5Y6I/AAAAAAAAAO4/pF4PLPemZSI/S220/rhino.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1256243736661047935.post-1147119700874726789</id><published>2008-07-31T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T00:00:01.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Persevere&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will persevere&lt;br /&gt;and have no fear.&lt;br /&gt;Come whatever may,&lt;br /&gt;I'll fight and slay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can stop me from loving you,&lt;br /&gt;unless you tell me " I hate you!"&lt;br /&gt;Much to my dismay, I can sense,&lt;br /&gt;you try your best not to see or glance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The period grows longer&lt;br /&gt;slowly, I begin going bonkers.&lt;br /&gt;But I need and will last,&lt;br /&gt;I will not give up this fast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lL24_lSJTAQ/S4uTFXw5Y6I/AAAAAAAAAO4/pF4PLPemZSI/S220/rhino.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1256243736661047935.post-3767614616662363595</id><published>2008-07-30T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T18:20:07.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Failure&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, a whole load of bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of it now just makes me sick.&lt;br /&gt;Deep in my mind it starts to eat,&lt;br /&gt;impossible again for my heart to fit.&lt;br /&gt;Reminiscence of the past,it starts to hit.&lt;br /&gt;Time and time again, getting more difficult to beat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bluish-black swells on the knucks,&lt;br /&gt;remins me of how much I suck.&lt;br /&gt;Hearing the dogs howl and bark,&lt;br /&gt;as though laughing, what the fuck?&lt;br /&gt;Looking in the mirror,I go "Yucks",&lt;br /&gt;and start to think of nip tuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look at your picture and start to cry&lt;br /&gt;thinking of how am I gonna get by.&lt;br /&gt;All I want to do now is hide,&lt;br /&gt;but as you said, I'll listen and abide.&lt;br /&gt;All the pain, I'll learn to fight,&lt;br /&gt;every single horror day and night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1256243736661047935-3767614616662363595?l=memories-inthesand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memories-inthesand.blogspot.com/feeds/3767614616662363595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1256243736661047935&amp;postID=3767614616662363595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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must have been crazy, without a clue.&lt;br /&gt;I do not blame you for anything.&lt;br /&gt;I respect your decision even if my heart sinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for giving you the trouble,&lt;br /&gt;I just feel I'm gonna fall or fumble.&lt;br /&gt;I start to lose faith in love.&lt;br /&gt;I also laugh at the one above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I acted like a loser,&lt;br /&gt;I just thought you were the most amazing girl.&lt;br /&gt;I laughed at myself, though I had the chance.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so stupid to have told you, when I was so tense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1256243736661047935-3141501232271155466?l=memories-inthesand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memories-inthesand.blogspot.com/feeds/3141501232271155466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lL24_lSJTAQ/S4uTFXw5Y6I/AAAAAAAAAO4/pF4PLPemZSI/S220/rhino.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1256243736661047935.post-149647237287268833</id><published>2008-07-28T21:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T22:00:42.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;My Only One&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would walk a hundred miles,&lt;br /&gt;just to see your lovely smile.&lt;br /&gt;My only one you will always be,&lt;br /&gt;only you alone can set my heart free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I talk to you&lt;br /&gt;my heart flutters through and through.&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I see your face,&lt;br /&gt;it makes my tired eyes blaze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crimson red blood flows down,&lt;br /&gt;for all the times I saw your frown.&lt;br /&gt;Sparkling silver tears flood my eyes&lt;br /&gt;everytime I hear you cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my one and only&lt;br /&gt;and will always be.&lt;br /&gt;Across the oceans and the seas,&lt;br /&gt;no one can make me feel more glee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not be the sweetest guy around,&lt;br /&gt;nor the most romantic guy on ground,&lt;br /&gt;but I seriously do love you,&lt;br /&gt;more than anyone else, yes it's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I hope for is an opportunity to prove&lt;br /&gt;my sincerity for you, I soothe.&lt;br /&gt;Do I stand a chance?&lt;br /&gt;With you, this once?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise you all I could ever give,&lt;br /&gt;back in time like Adam and Eve.&lt;br /&gt;[This part onwards has been deleted.]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1256243736661047935-149647237287268833?l=memories-inthesand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lL24_lSJTAQ/S4uTFXw5Y6I/AAAAAAAAAO4/pF4PLPemZSI/S220/rhino.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1256243736661047935.post-279410735952465223</id><published>2008-07-25T16:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T16:32:56.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Picture&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love or infatuation?&lt;br /&gt;Reminiscence in the mind.&lt;br /&gt;The fire inside, it burned&lt;br /&gt;and destroyed all the thoughts it could find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking from a stone's throw away,&lt;br /&gt;her beautiful face brightens up one's day.&lt;br /&gt;I've known her for eight years now&lt;br /&gt;but never once did I ask her out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have the courage&lt;br /&gt;to tell her how I feel,&lt;br /&gt;as though trapped in a cage,&lt;br /&gt;heartbroken like it would never heal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked away from the picture,&lt;br /&gt;showing so vividly that image of her.&lt;br /&gt;Thinking back at the past,&lt;br /&gt;makes life feel so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was like my guardian angel,&lt;br /&gt;guiding me through my life.&lt;br /&gt;Such a wonderful girl,&lt;br /&gt;pity she didn't live past twenty-five.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1256243736661047935-279410735952465223?l=memories-inthesand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memories-inthesand.blogspot.com/feeds/279410735952465223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1256243736661047935&amp;postID=279410735952465223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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wind.&lt;br /&gt;A deserted house filled with soot&lt;br /&gt;as though a fire had took place in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old man sat in his rocking chair,&lt;br /&gt;silence filled the dark night.&lt;br /&gt;Gothic horrors in the air,&lt;br /&gt;laughing at him with all their might.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He took no notice at them,&lt;br /&gt;for he knew his time is soon,&lt;br /&gt;soon to be the end,&lt;br /&gt;gates of Hell open under the moon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1256243736661047935-3049986430077321277?l=memories-inthesand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memories-inthesand.blogspot.com/feeds/3049986430077321277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1256243736661047935&amp;postID=3049986430077321277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1256243736661047935/posts/default/3049986430077321277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1256243736661047935/posts/default/3049986430077321277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memories-inthesand.blogspot.com/2008/07/alone-deep-in-old-woods-tress-swaying.html' title=''/><author><name>Raphael</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lL24_lSJTAQ/S4uTFXw5Y6I/AAAAAAAAAO4/pF4PLPemZSI/S220/rhino.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1256243736661047935.post-3192815368054233410</id><published>2008-07-24T23:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T00:24:26.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sunset on the Beach&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burying his feet in the sand,&lt;br /&gt;taste of love on the tongue so bland.&lt;br /&gt;Watching the waves crash upon the shores,&lt;br /&gt;all those memories,what they did bore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All he hoped was to see her again.&lt;br /&gt;But all he imagined was her shadow,faint.&lt;br /&gt;Looking on at the sunset,&lt;br /&gt;he realised it was what he'll never get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remembering the times spent at the beach,&lt;br /&gt;his heart pounded and itched,&lt;br /&gt;deep within feeling the pain,&lt;br /&gt;knowing no sacrifice would enable him to gain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1256243736661047935-3192815368054233410?l=memories-inthesand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memories-inthesand.blogspot.com/feeds/3192815368054233410/comments/default' 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