<?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-2413764160251113105</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:34:18.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>and when i come home, something doesn't feel like home</title><subtitle type='html'>and love just isn't enough.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413764160251113105/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>yrs&amp;amp;mn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029783365532636430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>93</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413764160251113105.post-6424613347651512051</id><published>2009-01-16T19:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T19:29:49.961-08:00</updated><title type='text'>blue carpet baby</title><content type='html'>can i step up to the mic for just a minute?&lt;br /&gt;i just wanted to say&lt;br /&gt;you never felt like i did today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we never get what we want&lt;br /&gt;i'm here to bring that down someday&lt;br /&gt;don't worry your head, i'm trying to take your pain away&lt;br /&gt;and you never felt like i did today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"get a load of this guy" they would always say&lt;br /&gt;but they've never felt like i do today&lt;br /&gt;i must have been a miracle for someone&lt;br /&gt;God put me here to shine through&lt;br /&gt;all i know is&lt;br /&gt;right now&lt;br /&gt;you've never felt quite like i do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's interesting to see all the people here for me&lt;br /&gt;o, such a glorious day&lt;br /&gt;i bet they feel like i do today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"get a load of this guy!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413764160251113105-6424613347651512051?l=heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com/feeds/6424613347651512051/comments/default' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413764160251113105.post-4012376304306896710</id><published>2009-01-08T18:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T18:56:51.387-08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh, hello glory</title><content type='html'>always alone in a crowded room&lt;br /&gt;this isn't something new&lt;br /&gt;"doc there's a hole where something was"&lt;br /&gt;i'm only toxic to myself anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never forget, i forgot&lt;br /&gt;i'm always in between&lt;br /&gt;rearrange.&lt;br /&gt;i wished so hard i was blue&lt;br /&gt;something was always missing&lt;br /&gt;put a lot of hot air to love's ice cube&lt;br /&gt;nominate your latest dream&lt;br /&gt;as life's greatest tragedy&lt;br /&gt;you gotta remember who you are&lt;br /&gt;and by God, i'm always at a new low&lt;br /&gt;feeling it all out&lt;br /&gt;felt like a overflowing trash can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why 'aint it me?&lt;br /&gt;dodge the question&lt;br /&gt;you can begin the debate of who i am&lt;br /&gt;because i have just the left the room&lt;br /&gt;oh, what a world of make believe&lt;br /&gt;took a shot at life&lt;br /&gt;well hell, at least i tried&lt;br /&gt;living is just a bet on your own life&lt;br /&gt;remember that kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;turn the lights back on:&lt;br /&gt;hand check&lt;br /&gt;now please resume.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413764160251113105-4012376304306896710?l=heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com/feeds/4012376304306896710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2413764160251113105&amp;postID=4012376304306896710' title='0 Comments'/><link 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ammunition of love&lt;br /&gt;arms dealer to the elite&lt;br /&gt;can't stop what you can't compete with&lt;br /&gt;my only explanation is "i'm sorry, try again"&lt;br /&gt;tug of warfare in my head&lt;br /&gt;can't buy happiness without interest&lt;br /&gt;i cross referenced everything i have versus i had&lt;br /&gt;one day i'll be better off&lt;br /&gt;this is just the beginning i fear&lt;br /&gt;she said "i just don't know you anymore"&lt;br /&gt;i suppose this suffices.&lt;br /&gt;truth is a rubix cube away&lt;br /&gt;some get it and some don't&lt;br /&gt;fill my head with hot air and hold my breath&lt;br /&gt;hey, what else do i have left?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i got a little bit of blow, we could both get off."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413764160251113105-6318325053466337952?l=heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413764160251113105.post-8852072170407830288</id><published>2009-01-08T18:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T18:55:29.321-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pipe dreams with teflon seals of love</title><content type='html'>one off the deep end&lt;br /&gt;waded in the moon pool just to come out a wolf again&lt;br /&gt;i'm stretched&lt;br /&gt;beyond shaking a crystal ball and wishing so hard&lt;br /&gt;that i almost didn't wake back up&lt;br /&gt;it's lunacy, you see&lt;br /&gt;coming into your own skin&lt;br /&gt;speculate&lt;br /&gt;inspect me&lt;br /&gt;am i all wrong for trying work it all through?&lt;br /&gt;giving up on letting myself down&lt;br /&gt;i don't know when the last time it was since i've figured myself out&lt;br /&gt;beyond the silliness of the situation&lt;br /&gt;there lies the monsters underneath your feet&lt;br /&gt;under your bed wasn't prominent enough anymore&lt;br /&gt;they wanna know what you're up to&lt;br /&gt;"tell me baby, how have you been?"&lt;br /&gt;living rigor mortis riding in pop (cult)ure's hearse&lt;br /&gt;i loved it all first&lt;br /&gt;and everything you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so let me see your moves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not going to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'll be quiet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413764160251113105-8852072170407830288?l=heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com/feeds/8852072170407830288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2413764160251113105&amp;postID=8852072170407830288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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type='html'>gridlocked&lt;br /&gt;and i'm starting just to make sense to everyone&lt;br /&gt;but mostly to myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jump-start&lt;br /&gt;the rest of my sentence&lt;br /&gt;and by the time this makes sense&lt;br /&gt;you'll already be irrelevant &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could cut you down&lt;br /&gt;and i swear that no one will know you exist&lt;br /&gt;i could cut you down&lt;br /&gt;and that's all you'll ever know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not sorry&lt;br /&gt;and what if i never was?&lt;br /&gt;it was the call of the wild in my head&lt;br /&gt;they always told me i'm faded out on love and&lt;br /&gt;i'm not sorry&lt;br /&gt;so what if i never was?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lock jaw&lt;br /&gt;my head in just in detox&lt;br /&gt;was born and ready &lt;br /&gt;was born and ready for no one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i thought&lt;br /&gt;that maybe this would make sense&lt;br /&gt;i am just in defense&lt;br /&gt;and that's all you need to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could cut you down&lt;br /&gt;give the word, and i swear that i'll just hit reset&lt;br /&gt;i cut could cut you down&lt;br /&gt;maybe you'll learn your lesson&lt;br /&gt;but. who. knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not sorry&lt;br /&gt;and what if i never was?&lt;br /&gt;it was the call of the wild in my head&lt;br /&gt;they always told me i'm faded out on love and&lt;br /&gt;i'm not sorry&lt;br /&gt;so what if i never was?&lt;br /&gt;it's the call of the wild in my head&lt;br /&gt;they always told me "you can sleep when you're dead"&lt;br /&gt;you're dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope you're wrong&lt;br /&gt;one day baby&lt;br /&gt;so, i was wrong&lt;br /&gt;what's it to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not sorry&lt;br /&gt;and what if i never was?&lt;br /&gt;it was the call of the wild in my head&lt;br /&gt;they always told me i'm faded out on love and&lt;br /&gt;i'm not sorry&lt;br /&gt;so what if i never was?&lt;br /&gt;it's the call of the wild in my head&lt;br /&gt;they always told me "you can sleep when you're dead"&lt;br /&gt;so i'm dead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413764160251113105-3073235627162572838?l=heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com/feeds/3073235627162572838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2413764160251113105&amp;postID=3073235627162572838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413764160251113105/posts/default/3073235627162572838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413764160251113105/posts/default/3073235627162572838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com/2008/12/reboot.html' title='reboot. rest. repeat.'/><author><name>yrs&amp;amp;mn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029783365532636430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413764160251113105.post-5703969308495464526</id><published>2008-12-17T20:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T21:03:20.109-08:00</updated><title type='text'>living through y(our)selves.</title><content type='html'>atop the throne sits mr sandman himself&lt;br /&gt;and miss pretentious princess&lt;br /&gt;can it, put a fucking lid on it&lt;br /&gt;and everything will be alright baby&lt;br /&gt;and even though melancholy is my best friend;&lt;br /&gt;and pessimism is my commander in chief&lt;br /&gt;i'm learning how to lean on me and no one else&lt;br /&gt;sandbox dreams are so unlimited&lt;br /&gt;taint the real world with a rose shade&lt;br /&gt;conglomeration of narcissism pressed between my sheets&lt;br /&gt;and i'm the only one sleeping in my bed tonight&lt;br /&gt;just like every night&lt;br /&gt;alonely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413764160251113105-5703969308495464526?l=heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com/feeds/5703969308495464526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2413764160251113105&amp;postID=5703969308495464526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413764160251113105/posts/default/5703969308495464526'/><link rel='self' 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up&lt;br /&gt;what do i mean to anyone anymore?&lt;br /&gt;running towards the light but fell and gloriously at that&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna have to fix this&lt;br /&gt;don't you ever lie to me again.&lt;br /&gt;i'd like to say this is your last warning&lt;br /&gt;but when did what i say mean anything to you anyway&lt;br /&gt;pulling the strings on a puppet show&lt;br /&gt;i cannot believe you.&lt;br /&gt;or you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so she returned to her cigarettes, like she always did.  pouring her feelings into a martini, and downing them back again. what she did was incomparable to her self esteem. rocks(tars) filled her head and put her to bed at night. she's gonna leave that town one day, she said. she just doesn't know when and how. train tickets cost her pocket lining and leaving her ghost cost her her soul. she woke up next to stranger, and she was even alone. toying with emotions wasn't hard, and it was similar to the sunshine she injected whenever she could scrape up the money. benzedrine dreams. i loved the way she thought she could take it all on. you aren't any better than i am. don't let the empty pillow beside me fool you. i am worlds ahead of you. get me back to wherever i felt better. you know me. i should have said i was an outcast. get me back to wherever i never met her.  what's it matter to you, you reaped all my benefits anyway. that tv lit the room just right. she knew what she was doing that night. i just hope she can forgive herself one day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413764160251113105-6446746318889193825?l=heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com/feeds/6446746318889193825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413764160251113105.post-7973118127987992435</id><published>2008-11-27T19:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T20:00:31.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"doing lines of dust and sweat..."</title><content type='html'>seeing the world through lemon shaded glasses&lt;br /&gt;don't talk about it be about it.&lt;br /&gt;it's so easy to hate you at face value&lt;br /&gt;but by god, i love you all the way in between&lt;br /&gt;daddy said you gotta go out and make it&lt;br /&gt;mama said you can't, i love my baby too much&lt;br /&gt;sedate all my lost thoughts&lt;br /&gt;the moon had shone through my bedroom window&lt;br /&gt;it finally showed me the light&lt;br /&gt;"i don't need her to be happy"&lt;br /&gt;but hey you don't hurt&lt;br /&gt;except for most of the time&lt;br /&gt;i am only human in the most perfect of situations&lt;div 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sweat...&quot;'/><author><name>yrs&amp;amp;mn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029783365532636430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413764160251113105.post-6275433431929574539</id><published>2008-11-19T19:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T21:29:53.362-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i am memory lost</title><content type='html'>so since it always had to be this way&lt;br /&gt;whatever.&lt;br /&gt;without you i'm just me&lt;br /&gt;i'm just fine.&lt;br /&gt;i still sing the same way when i drive home&lt;br /&gt;my mind is a tomb&lt;br /&gt;roll over to find a new perspective&lt;br /&gt;but you just still can't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;and you always know that i'm gonna catch some flack&lt;br /&gt;but life always looks better sitting in a cadillac&lt;br /&gt;slow motion happiness&lt;br /&gt;you forgot who you were&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Or maybe you never knew in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;Listening to your heart tick tock&lt;br /&gt;You should have been listening to your conscience tisk tisk.&lt;br /&gt;Now alone, waiting for the marble to crumble&lt;br /&gt;The statue you built as your life,&lt;br /&gt;And destroyed single-handedly "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so why won't the world revolve around me?&lt;br /&gt;i put in a goddamn effort&lt;br /&gt;bless me for not knowing what you knew&lt;br /&gt;hold your breath until you're blue&lt;br /&gt;i'm oh so stubborn though right?&lt;br /&gt;standing ovation for the sit-out crowd&lt;br /&gt;i applaud your guts.&lt;br /&gt;not only did this situation pan out the way you wanted it to&lt;br /&gt;more or less the entire year was dedicated to you.&lt;br /&gt;'forget-me-soon's' and 'i could less''&lt;br /&gt;black dress insignificance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You’d burn your bridges before they were built&lt;br /&gt;If you could&lt;br /&gt;Never looking forward&lt;br /&gt;Destroy everything in a backwards motion&lt;br /&gt;Stepping on roses along the way&lt;br /&gt;And licking the thorns&lt;br /&gt;I made this for you&lt;br /&gt;This planet&lt;br /&gt;Of compassion&lt;br /&gt;And willingness.&lt;br /&gt;But you would rather drag on &lt;br /&gt;To where?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so you know my self esteem 'aint what it used to be&lt;br /&gt;maybe you could wrap your car around a tree&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'd be better&lt;br /&gt;maybe in the morning we'll forget it&lt;br /&gt;drink it down and sleep the rest off.&lt;br /&gt;i can remember what you said through the fog&lt;br /&gt;but it was something like "i never pictured us like this"&lt;br /&gt;so maybe i'll be better off&lt;br /&gt;i paint my way into a grey skyline&lt;br /&gt;oh sweet neon.&lt;br /&gt;i loved the way i had hope&lt;br /&gt;what else did i ever need?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kill me &lt;br /&gt;you did&lt;br /&gt;But softly wasn’t in your vocabulary&lt;br /&gt;Sporadic decisions haunt me now&lt;br /&gt;Not understanding my flaws&lt;br /&gt;Denying that I have none&lt;br /&gt;You made me believe everything&lt;br /&gt;And now what am I supposed to doubt?&lt;br /&gt;Your liveliness&lt;br /&gt;Was only comparable to&lt;br /&gt;Your loveliness.&lt;br /&gt;That I won’t doubt.&lt;br /&gt;But your infectiousness&lt;br /&gt;May disease me forever.&lt;br /&gt;Parade your indecencies because you love the spotlight"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not only did i believe you&lt;br /&gt;i had already assumed the worst&lt;br /&gt;i'm only looking distance from a dead-end&lt;br /&gt;i made a life saving catch one day&lt;br /&gt;just to let it drop and fade away&lt;br /&gt;"i'll be fine i promise"&lt;br /&gt;but everything's now figured out&lt;br /&gt;you found me out.&lt;br /&gt;i'm in a sensation that lasted about 20 minutes&lt;br /&gt;forget what i felt&lt;br /&gt;how did it make you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You didn’t just make it&lt;br /&gt;You were the confidence&lt;br /&gt;In me&lt;br /&gt;You were the plan&lt;br /&gt;You were the extent&lt;br /&gt;Let’s share our lives&lt;br /&gt;It wouldn’t have originated by my own imagination&lt;br /&gt;Pierce me again&lt;br /&gt;I may just love it&lt;br /&gt;Or so it would seem&lt;br /&gt;I just can’t get away&lt;br /&gt;Separation only goes so far&lt;br /&gt;Mind is separate from body&lt;br /&gt;Look to the future&lt;br /&gt;To see nothing&lt;br /&gt;Look to the past to see less&lt;br /&gt;Lets share this smile that faded long ago&lt;br /&gt;We never did this on purpose right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forgive me&lt;br /&gt;i am not what i used to be&lt;br /&gt;a storybook ending with the page ripped out&lt;br /&gt;i colored out the pictures i didn't like&lt;br /&gt;i'm a lot more spaced than what i used to be&lt;br /&gt;but it could change in a second, you see&lt;br /&gt;if i had the chance&lt;br /&gt;i'd end it before you got to me.&lt;br /&gt;i am not what i used to be&lt;br /&gt;so for that, forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Broken like an old accordion&lt;br /&gt;You looked through my open tears&lt;br /&gt;And didn’t bother a bit to patch them up&lt;br /&gt;Rather spread them further&lt;br /&gt;To get a better view&lt;br /&gt;Not saying you used me or anything.&lt;br /&gt;Cliché sayings get old though&lt;br /&gt;And lets not forget about the time you almost escaped&lt;br /&gt;Almost &lt;br /&gt;Almost &lt;br /&gt;Almost&lt;br /&gt;And your own fear caught you and brought you back&lt;br /&gt;Like a bounty hunter&lt;br /&gt;You always were your own worst enemy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so now you know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413764160251113105-6275433431929574539?l=heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com/feeds/6275433431929574539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2413764160251113105&amp;postID=6275433431929574539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413764160251113105/posts/default/6275433431929574539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413764160251113105/posts/default/6275433431929574539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-am-memory-lost.html' title='i am memory lost'/><author><name>yrs&amp;amp;mn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029783365532636430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413764160251113105.post-6612594197905334315</id><published>2008-11-17T19:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T19:25:48.207-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i never said i lost control</title><content type='html'>forget everything i ever said before&lt;br /&gt;i don't mean anything i say anymore.&lt;br /&gt;it's just a fact of life--&lt;br /&gt;when your head goes under&lt;br /&gt;i am in passive mode.&lt;br /&gt;you fast forwarded the good parts&lt;br /&gt;now we're in the staring scene&lt;br /&gt;awkwardly stammering what i actually mean&lt;br /&gt;sift through the sand just to find my empty hands&lt;br /&gt;you completely make me incomplete.&lt;br /&gt;inadequacy at its finest.&lt;br /&gt;simply put, i'm a wreck&lt;br /&gt;and never having you is my worst mess&lt;br /&gt;disarray.&lt;br /&gt;when my phone is my only lifeline i'm hanging by a thread&lt;br /&gt;it wouldn't make a difference if i hung my feelings on the fence&lt;br /&gt;i cannot quit you.&lt;br /&gt;once there was a time where everything made sense.&lt;br /&gt;wait, scratch that.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so unsure of myself&lt;br /&gt;and you aren't helping&lt;br /&gt;can you help it?&lt;br /&gt;i don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;you can't force what's not there&lt;br /&gt;but fyi it's killing me.&lt;br /&gt;it'd be better if you forgot my name and never wanted to see me again.&lt;br /&gt;because i would have some closure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413764160251113105-6612594197905334315?l=heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com/feeds/6612594197905334315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2413764160251113105&amp;postID=6612594197905334315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413764160251113105/posts/default/6612594197905334315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413764160251113105/posts/default/6612594197905334315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-never-said-i-lost-control.html' title='i never said i lost control'/><author><name>yrs&amp;amp;mn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029783365532636430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413764160251113105.post-714194235463184901</id><published>2008-11-05T16:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T17:01:19.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>and like a mummy, you unravel.</title><content type='html'>i never thought you'd whittle away&lt;br /&gt;let go and gain control&lt;br /&gt;are you a loyalist or trader?&lt;br /&gt;just give my life away&lt;br /&gt;left a cryptic note on a napkin&lt;br /&gt;said "if this is what i am, i don't wanna be me. and without you, i'm just..."&lt;br /&gt;push away with all we were(n't)&lt;br /&gt;baby-blue eyed motives and jones soda dreams&lt;br /&gt;this victory is always bittersweet&lt;br /&gt;i'm just fine&lt;br /&gt;but my passenger seat 'aint.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413764160251113105-714194235463184901?l=heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com/feeds/714194235463184901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2413764160251113105&amp;postID=714194235463184901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413764160251113105/posts/default/714194235463184901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413764160251113105/posts/default/714194235463184901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com/2008/11/and-like-mummy-you-unravel.html' title='and like a mummy, you unravel.'/><author><name>yrs&amp;amp;mn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029783365532636430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413764160251113105.post-436119969035737222</id><published>2008-11-02T17:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T18:08:28.621-08:00</updated><title type='text'>so, now i know.</title><content type='html'>the girl i've wanted for three years is unattainable.&lt;br /&gt;but at least i know now.&lt;br /&gt;so cal head in a mitten state of mind&lt;br /&gt;reverse the damage&lt;br /&gt;crash into her head just to be towed away.&lt;br /&gt;i know the true feeling of what it means to be alone&lt;br /&gt;i can't stand me&lt;br /&gt;oh such stupidity&lt;br /&gt;forget what you once knew baby blue&lt;br /&gt;for you know not what you could do&lt;br /&gt;what we could have been&lt;br /&gt;i don't know&lt;br /&gt;but at least i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mo&lt;br /&gt;v&lt;br /&gt;eo&lt;br /&gt;n&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413764160251113105-436119969035737222?l=heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com/feeds/436119969035737222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2413764160251113105&amp;postID=436119969035737222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413764160251113105/posts/default/436119969035737222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413764160251113105/posts/default/436119969035737222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com/2008/11/so-now-i-know.html' title='so, now i know.'/><author><name>yrs&amp;amp;mn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029783365532636430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413764160251113105.post-8885819467438247459</id><published>2008-10-24T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T23:09:47.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>untitled for once</title><content type='html'>i am in love with how this is turning out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"feel it out in your head, everything...."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413764160251113105-8885819467438247459?l=heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com/feeds/8885819467438247459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2413764160251113105&amp;postID=8885819467438247459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413764160251113105/posts/default/8885819467438247459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413764160251113105/posts/default/8885819467438247459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com/2008/10/untitled-for-once.html' title='untitled for once'/><author><name>yrs&amp;amp;mn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029783365532636430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413764160251113105.post-3973239405309221339</id><published>2008-10-19T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T19:53:01.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>miss flack, said i still want you back.</title><content type='html'>you've got your innocent eyes&lt;br /&gt;and i'm cliche'&lt;br /&gt;distanced myself&lt;br /&gt;but now my head's okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three years and i'll never stop counting&lt;br /&gt;and i wanted what i never had&lt;br /&gt;self-esteem engine gone dry&lt;br /&gt;my head is a cave-mural&lt;br /&gt;you're the keyhole i look through&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe my luck for once&lt;br /&gt;what a catch, donnie&lt;br /&gt;when i said i'd be fine i lied&lt;br /&gt;but now i can say it straight&lt;br /&gt;what a weekend can change&lt;br /&gt;i wanna hold yr hand forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, is it love?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413764160251113105-3973239405309221339?l=heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com/feeds/3973239405309221339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2413764160251113105&amp;postID=3973239405309221339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413764160251113105/posts/default/3973239405309221339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413764160251113105/posts/default/3973239405309221339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com/2008/10/miss-flack-said-i-still-want-you-back.html' title='miss flack, said i still want you back.'/><author><name>yrs&amp;amp;mn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029783365532636430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413764160251113105.post-6802558421779021814</id><published>2008-10-09T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T21:26:55.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>soul music aint just somethin you can fake</title><content type='html'>i was just meaning to dip my feet and now my head is swimming.&lt;br /&gt;i over commit and underestimate.&lt;br /&gt;i am not what i think i am&lt;br /&gt;i am not what i think i am.&lt;br /&gt;i am not what i think i am.&lt;br /&gt;keep dreaming&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;br /&gt;eventually&lt;br /&gt;those dreams will&lt;br /&gt;wear themselves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out. everything of human creation breaks overtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well-aware and well armed&lt;br /&gt;i keep my charm at the bottom of my belt&lt;br /&gt;simplified 'it's complicated'&lt;br /&gt;i am at the bottom of the ocean counting the rest of my days&lt;br /&gt;heart like an iron cage&lt;br /&gt;cynicism of an older age&lt;br /&gt;and i will never believe in anything ever again.&lt;br /&gt;listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413764160251113105-6802558421779021814?l=heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com/feeds/6802558421779021814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2413764160251113105&amp;postID=6802558421779021814' title='0 Comments'/><link 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open</title><content type='html'>i don't know what else to say except for i'm carved out of stone&lt;br /&gt;"but for what we've become, we just feel more alone."&lt;br /&gt;wrong direction&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes birds fly north.&lt;br /&gt;head pressed against your bedroom wall&lt;br /&gt;just wanna hear you think about me&lt;br /&gt;and when the clock hands double over on themselves&lt;br /&gt;is the time when i've poured out my entire chest&lt;br /&gt;i have mini-wars with myself every day&lt;br /&gt;it's a long fight but in the end, it all stays the same&lt;br /&gt;if beauty is only skin deep&lt;br /&gt;then baby yours must have bled through&lt;br /&gt;i can see myself cross the world for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only i could have been this prehistoric&lt;br /&gt;we grow a garden of certain inconsistency&lt;br /&gt;and maybe i climbed the fence and didn't even know it&lt;br /&gt;moonlighting just to see my only dream&lt;br /&gt;so maybe this was a wrong done right&lt;br /&gt;but i've been wrong before&lt;br /&gt;i didn't notice when her head had fell apart&lt;br /&gt;but hey, i've been wrong before&lt;br /&gt;you know how i do...&lt;br /&gt;we don't form a thought until noon&lt;br /&gt;bring our drinks together to forget&lt;br /&gt;that's always just a junkie fix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i'll be alone. you're feeling so lost and disillusioned"&lt;br /&gt;it's all gonna make sense real soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413764160251113105-2914680491575917450?l=heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com/feeds/2914680491575917450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2413764160251113105&amp;postID=2914680491575917450' title='0 Comments'/><link 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cities.</title><content type='html'>feel it out in your head, everything&lt;br /&gt;just make sure someday you wear my ring &lt;br /&gt;time is a mere accessory it seems&lt;br /&gt;i won't give up on you unless you just happen forget me&lt;br /&gt;i'll be here for a while&lt;br /&gt;if i am what i am what do you want from me?&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wish my thoughts just made sense&lt;br /&gt;under the influence of influence&lt;br /&gt;a drunken dream boat headed for off-shore&lt;br /&gt;i love them all but i love you more&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm missing out&lt;br /&gt;swing and a terrible hit&lt;br /&gt;i am a front porch kid&lt;br /&gt;asphyxiated on a chance i might never get&lt;br /&gt;inherit a bad dream&lt;br /&gt;and tell it to go to sleep&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna breathe with you&lt;br /&gt;and i just wanna stop breathing with you, too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413764160251113105-5455143772229859054?l=heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com/feeds/5455143772229859054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2413764160251113105&amp;postID=5455143772229859054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413764160251113105/posts/default/5455143772229859054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413764160251113105/posts/default/5455143772229859054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com/2008/09/intensity-in-ten-cities.html' title='intensity in ten cities.'/><author><name>yrs&amp;amp;mn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029783365532636430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413764160251113105.post-6235220724796135978</id><published>2008-09-08T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T21:45:08.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's not over yet...it never is</title><content type='html'>just pretend that you're alone&lt;br /&gt;i know it's old&lt;br /&gt;but it's the only song i've ever known&lt;br /&gt;and it keeps singin to me&lt;br /&gt;"once upon a hell..."&lt;br /&gt;i'd rewind clocks&lt;br /&gt;and hoped you couldn't ever tell&lt;br /&gt;when something wasn't missing&lt;br /&gt;something's always missing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413764160251113105-6235220724796135978?l=heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com/feeds/6235220724796135978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2413764160251113105&amp;postID=6235220724796135978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413764160251113105/posts/default/6235220724796135978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413764160251113105/posts/default/6235220724796135978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-not-over-yetit-never-is.html' title='it&apos;s not over yet...it never is'/><author><name>yrs&amp;amp;mn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029783365532636430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413764160251113105.post-4729012212255563719</id><published>2008-09-05T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T23:00:46.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>put me in a place called heroin</title><content type='html'>i'm young and whatever&lt;br /&gt;please make her make my head feel better&lt;br /&gt;is this time different?&lt;br /&gt;does it all paint itself the same?&lt;br /&gt;i'm no junkie but good god i need a fix&lt;br /&gt;"i wanna wake up where you are"&lt;br /&gt;put baby boy on the phone&lt;br /&gt;and he'll tell you that i'm all alone&lt;br /&gt;take that light and put it away&lt;br /&gt;in a box and under your floorboard&lt;br /&gt;next to all the old lust letters&lt;br /&gt;and when you're ready love,&lt;br /&gt;i'm here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413764160251113105-4729012212255563719?l=heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com/feeds/4729012212255563719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2413764160251113105&amp;postID=4729012212255563719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413764160251113105/posts/default/4729012212255563719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413764160251113105/posts/default/4729012212255563719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com/2008/09/put-me-in-place-called-heroin.html' title='put me in a place called heroin'/><author><name>yrs&amp;amp;mn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029783365532636430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413764160251113105.post-6994827278906477146</id><published>2008-09-02T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T21:33:20.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>to you</title><content type='html'>if you ever read this,&lt;br /&gt;please know that it was love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413764160251113105-6994827278906477146?l=heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413764160251113105.post-7537288810221351470</id><published>2008-08-28T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T21:34:29.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lalalament</title><content type='html'>so we're love sick and plugging the hole with a party&lt;br /&gt;i'm in love with whatever it is i started&lt;br /&gt;distraught is a tire with a slow leak&lt;br /&gt;we are at our most poignant when we say nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;the way the tv screen lights your face&lt;br /&gt;i'm not ever gonna put the pieces together on purpose&lt;br /&gt;i wanna freeze the way i felt&lt;br /&gt;you mean so much to me&lt;br /&gt;lakes lap the shores in my head&lt;br /&gt;makes me want to be at home in my skin&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna be like you&lt;br /&gt;but not at all&lt;br /&gt;i don't ever want the pieces to fit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413764160251113105-7537288810221351470?l=heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com/feeds/7537288810221351470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2413764160251113105&amp;postID=7537288810221351470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413764160251113105/posts/default/7537288810221351470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413764160251113105/posts/default/7537288810221351470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com/2008/08/lalalament.html' title='lalalament'/><author><name>yrs&amp;amp;mn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029783365532636430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413764160251113105.post-7133166846248359356</id><published>2008-08-27T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T19:19:17.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"you can bow and pretend you don't know you're a legend..."</title><content type='html'>it's all a different world today. &lt;br /&gt;and i made inventions of pure spite&lt;br /&gt;i'd love to say i am the embodiment of the midwest innocence&lt;br /&gt;"summer love on a gurney with a squeaky wheel"&lt;br /&gt;i've overdosed on myself before&lt;br /&gt;in a foreign place but it always seems so similar.&lt;br /&gt;i've crunched the numbers and i still can't figure myself out&lt;br /&gt;fascinated with someone i don't know anymore.&lt;br /&gt;i'm in love with my own sins, too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413764160251113105-7133166846248359356?l=heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com/feeds/7133166846248359356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2413764160251113105&amp;postID=7133166846248359356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413764160251113105/posts/default/7133166846248359356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413764160251113105/posts/default/7133166846248359356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com/2008/08/you-can-bow-and-pretend-you-dont-know.html' title='&quot;you can bow and pretend you don&apos;t know you&apos;re a legend...&quot;'/><author><name>yrs&amp;amp;mn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029783365532636430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413764160251113105.post-6707382367100274877</id><published>2008-08-14T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T21:56:55.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'>is it weird that the blues can make you happy sometimes?</title><content type='html'>no pressure, no forcing what's not there.&lt;br /&gt;when i was young(and maybe i still am), i couldn't make decisons&lt;br /&gt;and when i was short(oh i'm positive i still am), i couldn't see what it was like being  happy over everyone's heads.&lt;br /&gt;i have moved on but i still miss you.&lt;br /&gt;does it make sense?&lt;br /&gt;am i pathetic?&lt;br /&gt;i'm afraid to know if you knew. you've probably never given me second thought.&lt;br /&gt;still i'm rooted to this spot in my heart&lt;br /&gt;the weeds have grown over where we stood.&lt;br /&gt;remember that one time back in 2005?&lt;br /&gt;you probably don't&lt;br /&gt;i am a ghost&lt;br /&gt;a poltergeist.&lt;br /&gt;a shadow on your wall&lt;br /&gt;tell me where i want to be. i have no idea anymore&lt;br /&gt;you know that radio rock song they play over and over that gets stale around the corners?&lt;br /&gt;it's like the story of my life in powerchord form.&lt;br /&gt;but d'you still listen sometimes?&lt;br /&gt;guilty pleasure anymore?&lt;br /&gt;if you've ever read the lyrics&lt;br /&gt;like, really read them&lt;br /&gt;you'd put the needle to your head and hear me with you.&lt;br /&gt;at least i cross my stars and count my change and hope to God that's what that record plays&lt;br /&gt;it's the sweetest song ever made.&lt;br /&gt;i am a slow brewed boy&lt;br /&gt;not ready til the time is perfectly right&lt;br /&gt;i can't seem to find my own time.&lt;br /&gt;where is the charm that i used to have?&lt;br /&gt;i never noticed it but you saw something in me.&lt;br /&gt;i hope i didn't lose it in these clothes that i wear.&lt;br /&gt;chisel me out of concrete in set myself to sleep&lt;br /&gt;i am a song telling you to do your best played in reverse&lt;br /&gt;i loved you til the day they put me in a hearse&lt;br /&gt;oh shine, sun, shine&lt;br /&gt;we'll all need a little light in a short time.&lt;br /&gt;please listen to me:&lt;br /&gt;i know you'll neve read this&lt;br /&gt;but understand this.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what it is about you that keeps you in my mind locked and chained and the key went missing&lt;br /&gt;but i cannot stand the fact that i was put to dry &lt;br /&gt;and i want my time of day&lt;br /&gt;and maybe sometimes down the road &lt;br /&gt;it will be "i've always wanted us to be this way"&lt;br /&gt;and when i was naive(sometimes i know a little bit) i used to think i could be with you&lt;br /&gt;and when i was just a little insecure(and now i'm an open door with no knob and no lock) i couldn't imagine this ever working in a million years.&lt;br /&gt;i hope someone can do something to me&lt;br /&gt;fix me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413764160251113105-6707382367100274877?l=heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com/feeds/6707382367100274877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2413764160251113105&amp;postID=6707382367100274877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413764160251113105/posts/default/6707382367100274877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413764160251113105/posts/default/6707382367100274877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com/2008/08/is-it-weird-that-blues-can-make-you.html' title='is it weird that the blues can make you happy sometimes?'/><author><name>yrs&amp;amp;mn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029783365532636430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413764160251113105.post-8136741418059771429</id><published>2008-08-09T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T22:07:59.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh my own ambiance&lt;br /&gt;we lost whatever it was we had.&lt;br /&gt;i'd hum myself a song if i knew it would help&lt;br /&gt; a lot of good i've done for anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;we are, we are, we are whatever it is we think we are&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413764160251113105-8136741418059771429?l=heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com/feeds/8136741418059771429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2413764160251113105&amp;postID=8136741418059771429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413764160251113105/posts/default/8136741418059771429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413764160251113105/posts/default/8136741418059771429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com/2008/08/oh-my-own-ambiance-we-lost-whatever-it.html' title=''/><author><name>yrs&amp;amp;mn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029783365532636430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413764160251113105.post-4049314217562291167</id><published>2008-08-07T00:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T00:31:26.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stay where i can see you</title><content type='html'>if you ever drained the ocean&lt;br /&gt;and saw what was on the bottom&lt;br /&gt;you'd look like this too.&lt;br /&gt;i've heard of a lot failures in my years&lt;br /&gt;i guess everything happens for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;if i finally hit my wall how do i bounce back?&lt;br /&gt;i am disintegration in slow motion&lt;br /&gt;we are the only light i ever see&lt;br /&gt;a rags to riches to rags story&lt;br /&gt;we all weep for the downfall&lt;br /&gt;but no one ever notices the kids stuck on bottom&lt;br /&gt;my tank is on empty&lt;br /&gt;i want to love you and you have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;i want to fuck you but my better mind battles me&lt;br /&gt;i want you talk to me because i can't scrounge up my guts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do we always sing the saddest songs at the end?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413764160251113105-4049314217562291167?l=heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com/feeds/4049314217562291167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2413764160251113105&amp;postID=4049314217562291167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413764160251113105/posts/default/4049314217562291167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413764160251113105/posts/default/4049314217562291167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com/2008/08/stay-where-i-can-see-you.html' title='stay where i can see you'/><author><name>yrs&amp;amp;mn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029783365532636430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413764160251113105.post-2001442247509107693</id><published>2008-07-12T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T20:53:04.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i believe nostalgia will be the downfall of us all.</title><content type='html'>everything seems so real now.&lt;br /&gt;i'm teetering on my last days of my old life&lt;br /&gt;i'm caught up in the heat of everything&lt;br /&gt;it's a powerful thing you know:&lt;br /&gt;to recognize and correct.&lt;br /&gt;but it's so hard to do&lt;br /&gt;when my whole life is on my chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i caught fire one summer day&lt;br /&gt;and haven't burnt out since&lt;br /&gt;one day i'll learn to love&lt;br /&gt;just crest and fall&lt;br /&gt;repeat&lt;br /&gt;and do it again&lt;br /&gt;i've lost myself and want to find anew.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413764160251113105-2001442247509107693?l=heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com/feeds/2001442247509107693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2413764160251113105&amp;postID=2001442247509107693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413764160251113105/posts/default/2001442247509107693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413764160251113105/posts/default/2001442247509107693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-believe-nostalgia-will-be-downfall-of.html' title='i believe nostalgia will be the downfall of us all.'/><author><name>yrs&amp;amp;mn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029783365532636430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413764160251113105.post-3627030654406348593</id><published>2008-06-24T00:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T00:59:53.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>under the summer rain</title><content type='html'>i've locked and loaded all the words i won't ever say&lt;br /&gt;pointed them at my own head cuz it's my only demise.&lt;br /&gt;dance and explode.&lt;br /&gt;criss cross paths and meet somewhere where i've never been.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so shocked and understood.&lt;br /&gt;we starve for the approval of everyone&lt;br /&gt;knowing that no one understood&lt;br /&gt;the story unfolds and the stone is chipped away&lt;br /&gt;for i'm my on my own now son,&lt;br /&gt;you should have never listened to a word i said&lt;br /&gt;and everyone i can come to terms with in my head&lt;br /&gt;won't feel the way i do &lt;br /&gt;unless they change their entire tune to the key just flat of being content&lt;br /&gt;i ran a hundred miles in my head&lt;br /&gt;i've counted every star in the sky&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe all the things that have happened to me&lt;br /&gt;but can believe why&lt;br /&gt;i'm a comet that collides with your hips&lt;br /&gt;a star that never shone as bright as the day we intertwined&lt;br /&gt;and is duller now for it.&lt;br /&gt;i cannot forget all the ones who loved me&lt;br /&gt;because they're the best thing that's ever happened to my pathetic story&lt;br /&gt;god bring all my friends to glory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i'd sing my insides out for you."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413764160251113105-3627030654406348593?l=heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com/feeds/3627030654406348593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2413764160251113105&amp;postID=3627030654406348593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413764160251113105/posts/default/3627030654406348593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413764160251113105/posts/default/3627030654406348593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com/2008/06/under-summer-rain.html' title='under the summer rain'/><author><name>yrs&amp;amp;mn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029783365532636430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413764160251113105.post-1304391602780440854</id><published>2008-06-13T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T22:02:43.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lights out in the house of the rising sun</title><content type='html'>the truth is.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not sure of where my heart is&lt;br /&gt;see this girl&lt;br /&gt;had it a long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;and didn't ever tell me where it went.&lt;br /&gt;though i'm not complaining yet,&lt;br /&gt;i just would like to move on&lt;br /&gt;paper mache confidence&lt;br /&gt;mixed feelings and drinks.&lt;br /&gt;i can't drown my worst feeling out.&lt;br /&gt;water logged with love&lt;br /&gt;or a lack thereof.&lt;br /&gt;i'm always in a rush to nowhere inparticular&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling out my own end&lt;br /&gt;can't compress all these thoughts into words&lt;br /&gt;and you just aren't you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;can't seem to pull everything together&lt;br /&gt;probably because i don't know where anything is.&lt;br /&gt;i need to know why i'm here&lt;br /&gt;i'm a boy who's lost his sense of home.&lt;br /&gt;i want all my old friends back&lt;br /&gt;tombstone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413764160251113105-1304391602780440854?l=heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com/feeds/1304391602780440854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2413764160251113105&amp;postID=1304391602780440854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413764160251113105/posts/default/1304391602780440854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413764160251113105/posts/default/1304391602780440854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com/2008/06/lights-out-in-house-of-rising-sun.html' title='lights out in the house of the rising sun'/><author><name>yrs&amp;amp;mn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029783365532636430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413764160251113105.post-2814052126171378477</id><published>2008-06-05T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T20:38:02.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>some things i'll never know...</title><content type='html'>i run the world in the palm of my hand.&lt;br /&gt;i sink ships and wash bones up on shore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am punch drunk with infatuation.&lt;br /&gt;tanked on love.&lt;br /&gt;started back from square one again&lt;br /&gt;this circle never ends, does it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and like the mountaineer ignores all the mountains,&lt;br /&gt;and the coast dwellers are blind to the sea,&lt;br /&gt;i picked you out from a crowded room,&lt;br /&gt;darlin won't you marry me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413764160251113105-2814052126171378477?l=heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com/feeds/2814052126171378477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2413764160251113105&amp;postID=2814052126171378477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413764160251113105/posts/default/2814052126171378477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413764160251113105/posts/default/2814052126171378477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com/2008/06/some-things-i.html' title='some things i&apos;ll never know...'/><author><name>yrs&amp;amp;mn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029783365532636430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413764160251113105.post-4305120800940591239</id><published>2008-05-27T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T19:45:26.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm guessing this is growing up</title><content type='html'>so far i've come to this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dream in black in white&lt;br /&gt;got an outdated imagination&lt;br /&gt;but i do with what i have&lt;br /&gt;cause glory be to nostalgia&lt;br /&gt;a hymn to better times (or so we all thought)&lt;br /&gt;i vaguely remember having shot at love&lt;br /&gt;i missed, but maybe things are changing&lt;br /&gt;"i'll be your summer song and you can be my weak knees."&lt;br /&gt;long live your beauty&lt;br /&gt;it deserves parades&lt;br /&gt;and red carpets&lt;br /&gt;but you're not that kind of skirt.&lt;br /&gt;organic love&lt;br /&gt;from the heart&lt;br /&gt;and all yours, still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after all this time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413764160251113105-4305120800940591239?l=heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com/feeds/4305120800940591239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2413764160251113105&amp;postID=4305120800940591239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413764160251113105/posts/default/4305120800940591239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413764160251113105/posts/default/4305120800940591239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-guessing-this-is-growing-up.html' title='i&apos;m guessing this is growing up'/><author><name>yrs&amp;amp;mn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029783365532636430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413764160251113105.post-6494500192790259959</id><published>2008-05-18T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T18:55:43.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sunshot.</title><content type='html'>even the devil runs on hallelujah mornings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413764160251113105-6494500192790259959?l=heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com/feeds/6494500192790259959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2413764160251113105&amp;postID=6494500192790259959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413764160251113105/posts/default/6494500192790259959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413764160251113105/posts/default/6494500192790259959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com/2008/05/photobucket.html' title='sunshot.'/><author><name>yrs&amp;amp;mn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029783365532636430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413764160251113105.post-5802978829827723307</id><published>2008-05-16T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T22:12:45.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>from nothing at all, ashes even, he rises</title><content type='html'>it's the end of the world party but i've got some aspirin for tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;i'm long lost and not sure how far&lt;br /&gt;cry yourself to hell,&lt;br /&gt;you are my awkward pause...&lt;br /&gt;always on and never off.&lt;br /&gt;except for all the time&lt;br /&gt;can't grant any wishes but someday i'll make you cry&lt;br /&gt;oh the one that got away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this felt like kicking it old school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413764160251113105-5802978829827723307?l=heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com/feeds/5802978829827723307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2413764160251113105&amp;postID=5802978829827723307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413764160251113105/posts/default/5802978829827723307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413764160251113105/posts/default/5802978829827723307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-end-of-world-party-but-ive-got-some.html' title='from nothing at all, ashes even, he rises'/><author><name>yrs&amp;amp;mn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029783365532636430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413764160251113105.post-6703282099895362820</id><published>2008-05-15T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T19:49:56.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the hamadryad</title><content type='html'>"we are all made of the same stuff, remember, we of the jungle, and you of the city. the same substance composes us--the tree overhead, the stone beneath us, the star--we are all one, all moving to the same end...bird and beast and stone and star-- we are all one, all one--child and serpent, star and stone--all one."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413764160251113105-6703282099895362820?l=heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com/feeds/6703282099895362820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2413764160251113105&amp;postID=6703282099895362820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413764160251113105/posts/default/6703282099895362820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413764160251113105/posts/default/6703282099895362820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com/2008/05/hamadryad.html' title='the hamadryad'/><author><name>yrs&amp;amp;mn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029783365532636430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413764160251113105.post-2549246226122212397</id><published>2008-05-04T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T19:29:03.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the crest of summer</title><content type='html'>i love it all&lt;br /&gt;and you can have me&lt;br /&gt;just as soon as i've died inside&lt;br /&gt;chase a butterfly dream with wishkeeping nets&lt;br /&gt;i'm not at all phased&lt;br /&gt;just like garden babies with flower crowns&lt;br /&gt;it's an idea that won't ever let me down&lt;br /&gt;i'm growing older but feeling the same&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait to change to a new everyday&lt;br /&gt;i am the sun&lt;br /&gt;your light and shining monster&lt;br /&gt;love like vines&lt;br /&gt;snare your golden lips to mine&lt;br /&gt;and maybe someday, one day, everything will be fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"and you say chi-city...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i'm coming home again"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413764160251113105-2549246226122212397?l=heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com/feeds/2549246226122212397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2413764160251113105&amp;postID=2549246226122212397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413764160251113105/posts/default/2549246226122212397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413764160251113105/posts/default/2549246226122212397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com/2008/05/crest-of-summer.html' title='the crest of summer'/><author><name>yrs&amp;amp;mn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029783365532636430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413764160251113105.post-8624974082771583970</id><published>2008-05-01T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T21:27:06.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>faux pas</title><content type='html'>when life is a shining sea&lt;br /&gt;and your legs are sinking ships&lt;br /&gt;your honorable mention friends will leave you in the end&lt;br /&gt;but you know who is your lighthouse&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413764160251113105-8624974082771583970?l=heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com/feeds/8624974082771583970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2413764160251113105&amp;postID=8624974082771583970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413764160251113105/posts/default/8624974082771583970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413764160251113105/posts/default/8624974082771583970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com/2008/05/faux-pas.html' title='faux pas'/><author><name>yrs&amp;amp;mn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029783365532636430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413764160251113105.post-347076699718467323</id><published>2008-04-27T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T20:20:09.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i meant the world imploded</title><content type='html'>i'm amazed every single day&lt;br /&gt;you are controlled mania&lt;br /&gt;been ripping the sheets off when i sleep&lt;br /&gt;can't remember a single dream&lt;br /&gt;i'm a distant second to anything worth mentioning&lt;br /&gt;maybe memories, but probably pretend&lt;br /&gt;we're all in a race where we don't win in the end&lt;br /&gt;you are my house&lt;br /&gt;and i just wanna go home&lt;br /&gt;i'm in no position to change &lt;br /&gt;what would i even be anyway?&lt;br /&gt;not sure who i am&lt;br /&gt;but what's new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you are my star i want to never stop wishing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413764160251113105-347076699718467323?l=heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com/feeds/347076699718467323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2413764160251113105&amp;postID=347076699718467323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413764160251113105/posts/default/347076699718467323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413764160251113105/posts/default/347076699718467323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-meant-world-imploded.html' title='i meant the world imploded'/><author><name>yrs&amp;amp;mn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029783365532636430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413764160251113105.post-700827787871897354</id><published>2008-04-18T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T20:44:30.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>los angeles massacre</title><content type='html'>i've got a jar of dirt&lt;br /&gt;took it from your folks' old house&lt;br /&gt;to remind me of the days that i always missed out on&lt;br /&gt;o paper bones;&lt;br /&gt;don't ever let me down&lt;br /&gt;one day i'll shut my eyes and wish real hard&lt;br /&gt;and put a penny in quarter wish-well&lt;br /&gt;get myself a quick fix cuz i'm not that damaged anyway&lt;br /&gt;right?&lt;br /&gt;i am insufficient.&lt;br /&gt;lock my head with a billion different keys&lt;br /&gt;lost the one that ever really mattered to me&lt;br /&gt;and so my story goes&lt;br /&gt;and so we all grow old&lt;br /&gt;baby blues and beautiful browns&lt;br /&gt;bright eyed and articulate&lt;br /&gt;i bet the florida moon is the same as this one&lt;br /&gt;and you still look no different&lt;br /&gt;you are insufficient&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're a star&lt;br /&gt;you're a star&lt;br /&gt;you're a star &lt;br /&gt;keep shining&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;i've got writers block.&lt;br /&gt;i hate everything i write&lt;br /&gt;i can't stomach me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413764160251113105-700827787871897354?l=heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413764160251113105.post-1697324314541976112</id><published>2008-04-15T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T20:27:47.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>art or television</title><content type='html'>eggshells and upturned nails is where i've been walking lately&lt;br /&gt;and running through my mind is you&lt;br /&gt;had a good idea but lost it&lt;br /&gt;and every single line i ever crossed&lt;br /&gt;i meant it&lt;br /&gt;all that glitters is not gold&lt;br /&gt;gotta trunk filled half-way with with life&lt;br /&gt;roll my dice &lt;br /&gt;I gamble with everyones money but mine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413764160251113105-1697324314541976112?l=heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413764160251113105.post-6003482966510939665</id><published>2008-04-14T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T20:27:19.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>asleep at the wheel</title><content type='html'>woah, waiting for the breakdown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing feels good being under the gun&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413764160251113105-6003482966510939665?l=heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com/feeds/6003482966510939665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2413764160251113105&amp;postID=6003482966510939665' title='0 Comments'/><link 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type='html'>so sip your red rum&lt;br /&gt;with your green stained knees&lt;br /&gt;a wide-eyed brown in a summer dress&lt;br /&gt;never made me feel like me before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and so much more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413764160251113105-828539683120066291?l=heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com/feeds/828539683120066291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2413764160251113105&amp;postID=828539683120066291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413764160251113105/posts/default/828539683120066291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413764160251113105/posts/default/828539683120066291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com/2008/04/toast-to-you-you-alone-make-it-all.html' title='a toast to you, _____. you alone make it all _____.'/><author><name>yrs&amp;amp;mn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029783365532636430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413764160251113105.post-1665734185345232991</id><published>2008-04-02T00:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T11:29:09.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm gonna represent where i'm from...</title><content type='html'>what if what were on your wrist determined who you were?&lt;br /&gt;polygamy isn't just for shapes anymore.&lt;br /&gt;i am articulate but only half-hearted.&lt;br /&gt;and clouds can't cover everything you're hiding.&lt;br /&gt;we aren't stars but more like constellations.&lt;br /&gt;my entire posse shines.&lt;br /&gt;roller coaster guts and lead hearts and single sipped drinks&lt;br /&gt;a celebrity lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;i am spilled over the side.&lt;br /&gt;you are reasons to do what we do.&lt;br /&gt;I lock up buttons and trash and leave jewels where they don't belong.&lt;br /&gt;i am only one piece but I have been bent and shaped&lt;br /&gt;love only loved itself so love can go love 'fuckoff.'&lt;br /&gt;i had a heroin dream and it scared the hell outta me.&lt;br /&gt;i could amount to nothing and it scares the hell outta me.&lt;br /&gt;i am your faulty respirator&lt;br /&gt;no wonder you look so blue...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413764160251113105-1665734185345232991?l=heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com/feeds/1665734185345232991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2413764160251113105&amp;postID=1665734185345232991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413764160251113105/posts/default/1665734185345232991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413764160251113105/posts/default/1665734185345232991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-gonna-represent-where-im-rr.html' title='i&apos;m gonna represent where i&apos;m from...'/><author><name>yrs&amp;amp;mn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029783365532636430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413764160251113105.post-1154559843400485198</id><published>2008-03-25T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T14:44:57.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>things have changed for me, that's okay. i still feel the same.</title><content type='html'>let me tell you a story:&lt;br /&gt;a baby-faced demeanor &lt;br /&gt;he's extraordinary on the inside&lt;br /&gt;but so socially sub-par.&lt;br /&gt;most of his time spent somewhere&lt;br /&gt;where's he indeed a king&lt;br /&gt;an imagination&lt;br /&gt;a garden of eden of sorts.&lt;br /&gt;there he's a genius of his own design&lt;br /&gt;a casanova&lt;br /&gt;an entrepreneur&lt;br /&gt;he paves the way to anywhere&lt;br /&gt;with a shovel tongue and cemented wit&lt;br /&gt;he has a way with anyone who looks&lt;br /&gt;the certain spark&lt;br /&gt;the hurrah in your voice&lt;br /&gt;the kind of look you toast to&lt;br /&gt;statues will be erected&lt;br /&gt;and banners will be waved&lt;br /&gt;babies will be kissed on any given day.&lt;br /&gt;the day he dies is the day there's a parade of flowers &lt;br /&gt;and trailing the silver casket will be gold&lt;br /&gt;it's a celebration &lt;br /&gt;of a life not lost, but on the other hand won &lt;br /&gt;lift that boy up to the sun&lt;br /&gt;cause it's exactly where he belongs&lt;br /&gt;lie a lantern with him&lt;br /&gt;in case he loses his way&lt;br /&gt;love him like he was your equal&lt;br /&gt;cause that's all he ever wanted to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413764160251113105-1154559843400485198?l=heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com/feeds/1154559843400485198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2413764160251113105&amp;postID=1154559843400485198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413764160251113105/posts/default/1154559843400485198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413764160251113105/posts/default/1154559843400485198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com/2008/03/thinga-have-changed-for-me-thats-okay-i.html' title='things have changed for me, that&apos;s okay. i still feel the same.'/><author><name>yrs&amp;amp;mn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029783365532636430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413764160251113105.post-8439478585823688306</id><published>2008-03-17T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T19:14:20.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>aurora borealis</title><content type='html'>i don't shine so bright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------&lt;br /&gt;sunday drive with a hairpin turn&lt;br /&gt;turbulence.&lt;br /&gt;masochism.&lt;br /&gt;permanently vexed.&lt;br /&gt;tear storms.&lt;br /&gt;an empty center&lt;br /&gt;a broken "something"&lt;br /&gt;titanic guts&lt;br /&gt;voices that won't sing&lt;br /&gt;unstable mountains&lt;br /&gt;rock solid regrets&lt;br /&gt;arrestable offenses&lt;br /&gt;bone dry bawling&lt;br /&gt;habeas corpus&lt;br /&gt;iron cages and paper lungs &lt;br /&gt;a well owed apology.&lt;br /&gt;"sometimes you don't know how much you hurt my heart"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;et quand je rentre à la maison, parfois il ne se sent plus comme lui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------&lt;br /&gt;i'm so sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413764160251113105-8439478585823688306?l=heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com/feeds/8439478585823688306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2413764160251113105&amp;postID=8439478585823688306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413764160251113105/posts/default/8439478585823688306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413764160251113105/posts/default/8439478585823688306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com/2008/03/aurora-borealis.html' title='aurora borealis'/><author><name>yrs&amp;amp;mn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029783365532636430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413764160251113105.post-2828075528421098978</id><published>2008-03-13T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T11:35:52.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>be there, or be relatively box-ish...</title><content type='html'>i'm gonna deteriorate from soul to bone&lt;br /&gt;leaving my skin to speak&lt;br /&gt;cause it'll take all i have&lt;br /&gt;to conceal what's underneath&lt;br /&gt;(dreams and inconsistencies)&lt;br /&gt;an ode: to what you'll never see&lt;br /&gt;i'd rather just never come home&lt;br /&gt;than ever see the end&lt;br /&gt;of what we're all doing here&lt;br /&gt;because simply put;&lt;br /&gt;we're all gonna disappear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413764160251113105-2828075528421098978?l=heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com/feeds/2828075528421098978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2413764160251113105&amp;postID=2828075528421098978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413764160251113105/posts/default/2828075528421098978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413764160251113105/posts/default/2828075528421098978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com/2008/03/be-there-or-be-relatively-box-ish.html' title='be there, or be relatively box-ish...'/><author><name>yrs&amp;amp;mn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029783365532636430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413764160251113105.post-2404725672322785507</id><published>2008-02-29T19:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T20:25:21.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>if you're never let down when do you know when yr up?</title><content type='html'>glory hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;i'm the king of shit&lt;br /&gt;a pension for perjury &lt;br /&gt;a two step in the wrong direction&lt;br /&gt;yet my dark demand attention&lt;br /&gt;a kind of bittersweet intervention&lt;br /&gt;toast to being alive&lt;br /&gt;or to just being in the right place&lt;br /&gt;and doing the right line&lt;br /&gt;sick of looking for shit i can't find&lt;br /&gt;i attract all the wrong attention&lt;br /&gt;from all the greatest of the worst&lt;br /&gt;i'm a distant first&lt;br /&gt;crown me attentive&lt;br /&gt;and i won't show&lt;br /&gt;call me brave&lt;br /&gt;and i'll back down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i want is someone beside me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413764160251113105-2404725672322785507?l=heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com/feeds/2404725672322785507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2413764160251113105&amp;postID=2404725672322785507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413764160251113105/posts/default/2404725672322785507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413764160251113105/posts/default/2404725672322785507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com/2008/02/if-youre-never-let-down-when-do-you.html' title='if you&apos;re never let down when do you know when yr up?'/><author><name>yrs&amp;amp;mn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029783365532636430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413764160251113105.post-1784122252953712664</id><published>2008-01-25T21:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T22:12:24.288-08:00</updated><title type='text'>geriatricly young gun</title><content type='html'>it's a little easier to say what i wanna when my tongue's loosened up.&lt;br /&gt;but this charm juice is wearing off&lt;br /&gt;i'm not just 'a little' lost&lt;br /&gt;oh,&lt;br /&gt;and this atomosphere around my neck&lt;br /&gt;is keeping all of you in check&lt;br /&gt;and the bankrolls comin in &lt;br /&gt;but it's always wearing thin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still awake&lt;br /&gt;a baby boy's dreams aren't finished&lt;br /&gt;when you pick the lock and let them out the back&lt;br /&gt;morally wrong but generally oh-so-right&lt;br /&gt;we'll have us a champagne jam tonight&lt;br /&gt;the lids under her eyes paint a different picture&lt;br /&gt;i imagined van gogh and got monet&lt;br /&gt;fuck it i feel like i shine&lt;br /&gt;deny deny deny&lt;br /&gt;but i've got it all and all is mine&lt;br /&gt;lost a fortune but she's enough gold&lt;br /&gt;someone forty nined it first&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lost in a landfill&lt;br /&gt;woke up in michigan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413764160251113105-1784122252953712664?l=heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com/feeds/1784122252953712664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2413764160251113105&amp;postID=1784122252953712664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413764160251113105/posts/default/1784122252953712664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413764160251113105/posts/default/1784122252953712664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com/2008/01/its-little-easier-to-say-what-i-wanna.html' title='geriatricly young gun'/><author><name>yrs&amp;amp;mn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029783365532636430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413764160251113105.post-969920995707278149</id><published>2008-01-16T20:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T20:40:49.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>runnin</title><content type='html'>and i wonder if they'll laugh when i'm dead.&lt;br /&gt;misery loves you.&lt;br /&gt;"for a chance to be with you, i'd gladly risk it all"&lt;br /&gt;i jump and claw to the top to find myself in the middle&lt;br /&gt;being in a two star feels like you're a 5 star celeb sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;everyone knows yr business&lt;br /&gt;but you don't know they know&lt;br /&gt;but i know&lt;br /&gt;i won't leave this window 'til you kiss me away&lt;br /&gt;an intimate hand in hand&lt;br /&gt;is what i've always planned&lt;br /&gt;but that all goes without saying.&lt;br /&gt;want to buy some confidence. have disparity and pretentiousness to trade&lt;br /&gt;best offer takes me home to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413764160251113105-969920995707278149?l=heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413764160251113105.post-7854436212812260473</id><published>2008-01-03T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T22:15:35.101-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"You grow, we all grow, we're made to grow. You either evolve or disappear."</title><content type='html'>cut the existential cord&lt;br /&gt;i'm done with it all&lt;br /&gt;well for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna die and come back&lt;br /&gt;reappear in a blaze of glory&lt;br /&gt;and then show 'em all how to live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do you say when dreamer doesn't cover it?&lt;br /&gt;i'm delirious i suppose&lt;br /&gt;i'm at large with the way i don't ever let my guard down/out&lt;br /&gt;i'm aiming fr yrs&lt;br /&gt;it's not over tonight&lt;br /&gt;it's not over tonight&lt;br /&gt;it's never over tonight&lt;br /&gt;it's not over any night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why does it happen to you?&lt;br /&gt;you deserve it all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413764160251113105-7854436212812260473?l=heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com/feeds/7854436212812260473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2413764160251113105&amp;postID=7854436212812260473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413764160251113105/posts/default/7854436212812260473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413764160251113105/posts/default/7854436212812260473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com/2008/01/you-grow-we-all-grow-were-made-to-grow.html' title='&quot;You grow, we all grow, we&apos;re made to grow. You either evolve or disappear.&quot;'/><author><name>yrs&amp;amp;mn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029783365532636430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413764160251113105.post-9132147021332679627</id><published>2007-12-19T20:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T20:09:30.589-08:00</updated><title type='text'>troubled with the tv on</title><content type='html'>slow pitch and miss&lt;br /&gt;i can't get anything right.&lt;br /&gt;missing everyone is a bitch&lt;br /&gt;especially when they're still here.&lt;br /&gt;three years and i haven't done anything&lt;br /&gt;worth showing&lt;br /&gt;it's all hidden on the internet&lt;br /&gt;so no one can see.&lt;br /&gt;i don't even know if this can count&lt;br /&gt;but it does to me&lt;br /&gt;tied my faith around a desperation tree&lt;br /&gt;hopefully it'll come back to me&lt;br /&gt;my sense of self importance that is.&lt;br /&gt;a pond is as deep as an ocean if only your head's goin under.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413764160251113105-9132147021332679627?l=heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com/feeds/9132147021332679627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2413764160251113105&amp;postID=9132147021332679627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413764160251113105/posts/default/9132147021332679627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413764160251113105/posts/default/9132147021332679627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com/2007/12/troubled-with-tv-on.html' title='troubled with the tv on'/><author><name>yrs&amp;amp;mn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029783365532636430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413764160251113105.post-2995447685390690584</id><published>2007-12-10T13:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T13:58:19.619-08:00</updated><title type='text'>whateversworse</title><content type='html'>come over here with your axe&lt;br /&gt;i've said it all wrong again&lt;br /&gt;don't kill the messenger&lt;br /&gt;cause it's all my fault in the end&lt;br /&gt;anyway&lt;br /&gt;i'd love to make you happy&lt;br /&gt;if i could only make myself&lt;br /&gt;i don't wanna put it that way&lt;br /&gt;but so does everybody else&lt;br /&gt;"when i'm home alone i just dance by myself"&lt;br /&gt;set sails for freedom&lt;br /&gt;hit shore short&lt;br /&gt;i've messed up completely&lt;br /&gt;and my wishes are a joke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life's just an act and i'm only a stagehand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413764160251113105-2995447685390690584?l=heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com/feeds/2995447685390690584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2413764160251113105&amp;postID=2995447685390690584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413764160251113105/posts/default/2995447685390690584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413764160251113105/posts/default/2995447685390690584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com/2007/12/whateversworse.html' title='whateversworse'/><author><name>yrs&amp;amp;mn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029783365532636430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413764160251113105.post-4304795848526191100</id><published>2007-12-02T20:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T20:13:59.049-08:00</updated><title type='text'>smitten with the mitten</title><content type='html'>i never meant to stay this way&lt;br /&gt;only kissers in a lovers' game&lt;br /&gt;and hopeless kids in hopeful heads&lt;br /&gt;couldn't dare to dream a better end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413764160251113105-4304795848526191100?l=heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com/feeds/4304795848526191100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2413764160251113105&amp;postID=4304795848526191100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413764160251113105/posts/default/4304795848526191100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413764160251113105/posts/default/4304795848526191100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com/2007/12/smitten-with-mitten.html' title='smitten with the mitten'/><author><name>yrs&amp;amp;mn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029783365532636430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413764160251113105.post-5308694222176244668</id><published>2007-12-02T16:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T17:01:25.724-08:00</updated><title type='text'>and death slides close to me</title><content type='html'>a doctors' word is as good as his scalpel.&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling dull.&lt;br /&gt;most likely to be infamous.&lt;br /&gt;sew myself some dignity&lt;br /&gt;i gotta keep warm somehow.&lt;br /&gt;i've got a bet with the moon that stars don't mean shit&lt;br /&gt;only when it's you wishing.&lt;br /&gt;brisk is the new greeting&lt;br /&gt;cold is the new hello.&lt;br /&gt;recycled boys take out golden trash&lt;br /&gt;i'm not a real boy&lt;br /&gt;but hoping to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my nose is growing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413764160251113105-5308694222176244668?l=heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com/feeds/5308694222176244668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2413764160251113105&amp;postID=5308694222176244668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413764160251113105/posts/default/5308694222176244668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413764160251113105/posts/default/5308694222176244668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com/2007/12/and-death-slides-close-to-me.html' title='and death slides close to me'/><author><name>yrs&amp;amp;mn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029783365532636430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413764160251113105.post-6879090678656653377</id><published>2007-11-29T19:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T20:21:50.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>law &amp; order another</title><content type='html'>i'm so tired but i can't sleep in or rest my head&lt;br /&gt;i can't shut myself off&lt;br /&gt;my switch is broken&lt;br /&gt;frozen like a caveman and i've no heat to my name&lt;br /&gt;i'm nervous&lt;br /&gt;they're watching&lt;br /&gt;or are they?&lt;br /&gt;i'm a fixer with no tools&lt;br /&gt;i'm water with no pool&lt;br /&gt;put me where i belong&lt;br /&gt;i'd swallow you whole&lt;br /&gt;if you weren't looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spilling over the sides&lt;br /&gt;with a hand across yr thigh&lt;br /&gt;i'm just here with all my friends&lt;br /&gt;and we're just here for the end&lt;br /&gt;to watch it go&lt;br /&gt;draw your eyes slow&lt;br /&gt;'cross the room with everyone in it&lt;br /&gt;so he said, she said&lt;br /&gt;"well one day we'll all be dead"&lt;br /&gt;but until then&lt;br /&gt;i've got it all in my pen&lt;br /&gt;and in my hands&lt;br /&gt;you've eyes the size of the world&lt;br /&gt;cause that's what i see in 'em.&lt;br /&gt;be a man, boy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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another'/><author><name>yrs&amp;amp;mn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029783365532636430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413764160251113105.post-5322081077137276856</id><published>2007-11-20T19:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T19:23:09.427-08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy 50th</title><content type='html'>post that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too happy to cry but just too sad to care&lt;br /&gt;moon rocks in my pockets cuz our heads are out of orbit&lt;br /&gt;i'm not a star anymore&lt;br /&gt;we live for open doors&lt;br /&gt;moreso fr whtvr cms nxt&lt;br /&gt;successfully failing&lt;br /&gt;on track to derail&lt;br /&gt;i think you've got magnets on yr hips&lt;br /&gt;cause i can't keep myself away&lt;br /&gt;im in love with the way that i could be in love&lt;br /&gt;i can't seem to forget it tho&lt;br /&gt;love is patient&lt;br /&gt;love is kind&lt;br /&gt;what do they know&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413764160251113105-5322081077137276856?l=heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com/feeds/5322081077137276856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2413764160251113105&amp;postID=5322081077137276856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413764160251113105/posts/default/5322081077137276856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413764160251113105/posts/default/5322081077137276856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com/2007/11/happy-50th.html' title='happy 50th'/><author><name>yrs&amp;amp;mn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029783365532636430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413764160251113105.post-6513648314374306050</id><published>2007-11-08T18:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T18:49:03.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>th snd n yr blnkt</title><content type='html'>i hear voices, but i'm not listening&lt;br /&gt;telling me who i am and who i should be&lt;br /&gt;a movie plays out in yr head&lt;br /&gt;only to get a one star review in gossip bibles&lt;br /&gt;i dono nymr.&lt;br /&gt;i take vowels out sometimes so you can fill in the blanks&lt;br /&gt;in my sentences and my passenger seat&lt;br /&gt;oh how'd i'd love a night alone.&lt;br /&gt;i'm a fragment to a story only everyone tells&lt;br /&gt;upstairs kids hoping for wedding bells&lt;br /&gt;i'm a cheap copy, a poor interpretation&lt;br /&gt;i'm concretely incomplete.&lt;br /&gt;butjustfornow.&lt;br /&gt;---------------------&lt;br /&gt;i wrote this awhile ago.&lt;br /&gt;fun to look back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="blogContent"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; had a falling out again, with myself and i.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;told him to pack his shit and go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;said "they'll never split us apart"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;look at us now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;caught a hold of myself, but i'm pretty sure it was bad throw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;head is swimming, but my gut is sinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;i hoped you choked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;but just so i could save you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;we've got nothing but time on our hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;and smiles on our faces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;sophomore slump is over, now we're junior disasters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;soon to be senior failures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;i lost friends this year, but i gained way more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;totally not the type of people i'd imagine myself with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;but that's the best part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413764160251113105-6513648314374306050?l=heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com/feeds/6513648314374306050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2413764160251113105&amp;postID=6513648314374306050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413764160251113105/posts/default/6513648314374306050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;H A S A&lt;br /&gt;B E A C&lt;br /&gt;O N O F&lt;br /&gt;L I G H&lt;br /&gt;T T H A&lt;br /&gt;T G U I&lt;br /&gt;D E S U&lt;br /&gt;S A L L&lt;br /&gt;W H E R&lt;br /&gt;E W E N&lt;br /&gt;E E D T&lt;br /&gt;O GO, B E&lt;br /&gt;C A U S E W&lt;br /&gt;E C A N N O T&lt;br /&gt;A L W AY S S E E&lt;br /&gt;W H E R E W E H A V E B E E N&lt;br /&gt;O R W H E R E W E A R E G O I N G&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/2413764160251113105-8414067578956399667?l=heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com/feeds/8414067578956399667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2413764160251113105&amp;postID=8414067578956399667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413764160251113105/posts/default/8414067578956399667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413764160251113105/posts/default/8414067578956399667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-wouldnt-normally-do-this.html' title='i wouldn&apos;t normally do this...'/><author><name>yrs&amp;amp;mn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029783365532636430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413764160251113105.post-1732373470657476338</id><published>2007-11-05T18:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T19:03:57.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>and now my grandmama aint the only girl callin me baby</title><content type='html'>don't call home&lt;br /&gt;cause i made friends with ignore&lt;br /&gt;and he don' wanna talk to you no more.&lt;br /&gt;we're stagnant motion, we don't make any sense&lt;br /&gt;we're kids who don't love you anymore, but my waist is on the fence&lt;br /&gt;stop and go, take it slow, but i didn't seem to mind&lt;br /&gt;just a stowaway boy, use when you're in need&lt;br /&gt;i purposely make an ass of myself, and then i virtually hang myself for it&lt;br /&gt;i can't make mistakes when no one's watching &lt;br /&gt;i break routine like husbands break vows&lt;br /&gt;breaking my own back&lt;br /&gt;i'm eating myself alive&lt;br /&gt;stress is getting to me&lt;br /&gt;or maybe it's me&lt;br /&gt;but i don't know anymore&lt;br /&gt;but what do i know&lt;br /&gt;i can make a bad decision like everyones business&lt;br /&gt;and don't you forget.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413764160251113105-1732373470657476338?l=heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com/feeds/1732373470657476338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2413764160251113105&amp;postID=1732373470657476338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413764160251113105/posts/default/1732373470657476338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413764160251113105/posts/default/1732373470657476338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com/2007/11/and-now-my-grandmama-aint-only-girl.html' title='and now my grandmama aint the only girl callin me baby'/><author><name>yrs&amp;amp;mn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029783365532636430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413764160251113105.post-2876281157606342286</id><published>2007-10-28T21:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T21:12:24.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'>showcase: sundown</title><content type='html'>some people have poetic moments, imagine those never shutting off.&lt;br /&gt;my life feels like that sometimes, and without love i'd be better off&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop thinking about how I'll never make it out alive &lt;br /&gt;then i break our and show some signs&lt;br /&gt;of improvement&lt;br /&gt;i'm a two-star boy with four-star dreams&lt;br /&gt;and how many other people think these same exact things&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413764160251113105-2876281157606342286?l=heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com/feeds/2876281157606342286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2413764160251113105&amp;postID=2876281157606342286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413764160251113105/posts/default/2876281157606342286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413764160251113105/posts/default/2876281157606342286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com/2007/10/showcaseaunso.html' title='showcase: sundown'/><author><name>yrs&amp;amp;mn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029783365532636430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413764160251113105.post-4515836062609903188</id><published>2007-10-27T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T11:10:28.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lay your weapons down cause you can't stop me now</title><content type='html'>i've made out with lips and cash.&lt;br /&gt;runaway boy, with all your dignity in tow&lt;br /&gt;i'm a thief is so many ways.&lt;br /&gt;we've drifted off so many cliffs in so few days&lt;br /&gt;i'm a product endorsement for cowardice.&lt;br /&gt;i can't step up to the plate&lt;br /&gt;but it's not necessarily that way&lt;br /&gt;so much self doubt that i could shoot everyones dreams, including my own&lt;br /&gt;and just say "that's how it goes"&lt;br /&gt;so that's just how it goes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413764160251113105-4515836062609903188?l=heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com/feeds/4515836062609903188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2413764160251113105&amp;postID=4515836062609903188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413764160251113105/posts/default/4515836062609903188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413764160251113105/posts/default/4515836062609903188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com/2007/10/lay-your-weapons-down-cause-you-cant.html' title='lay your weapons down cause you can&apos;t stop me now'/><author><name>yrs&amp;amp;mn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029783365532636430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413764160251113105.post-3610347818527431648</id><published>2007-10-25T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T20:23:28.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>modern marvels</title><content type='html'>we're all just pine boxes waiting to be filled&lt;br /&gt;lined with all the dreams we were just too scared to run after.&lt;br /&gt;lives like iambic pentameter, we're all just stressed and unstressed.&lt;br /&gt;i could give you anything, all you gotta do is slide off that pretty lil dress&lt;br /&gt;so i'm not mr. subtle, but I don't apologize anymore&lt;br /&gt;cause what do I have left to hide &lt;br /&gt;look inside me and there's cobwebs and an uneasy heart&lt;br /&gt;but it's mine, and it's all i've got left &lt;br /&gt;never thought i'd get you off my chest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413764160251113105-3610347818527431648?l=heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com/feeds/3610347818527431648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2413764160251113105&amp;postID=3610347818527431648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413764160251113105/posts/default/3610347818527431648'/><link rel='self' 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turn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we all need a hand to hold, but not one to sleight.&lt;br /&gt;a shoulder to rest and not to be shrugged&lt;br /&gt;a head we can swim in but not get lost in their thoughts&lt;br /&gt;we need a someone, anyone&lt;br /&gt;keep me warm and i won't give you away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're just eyes in keyholes, waiting to get in&lt;br /&gt;but we'll never stop pretending that our hearts haven't given in.&lt;br /&gt;we need a shot at l(ust)ove for once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like gold[plated]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413764160251113105-3139446862355953011?l=heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com/feeds/3139446862355953011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413764160251113105.post-1779207260318312720</id><published>2007-10-14T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T19:20:43.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"just keep a hold of me and don't let go"</title><content type='html'>I cant keep my mouth shut but i got so much to say &lt;br /&gt;but I said the wrong thing so maybe another day.&lt;br /&gt;im not a firm believer in anything solid&lt;br /&gt;Im a dreamer, what can i say&lt;br /&gt;hopeless romantic for the hopelessly frantic&lt;br /&gt;anyone needs everyone, and the same in reverse&lt;br /&gt;he has your attention, but I got there first.&lt;br /&gt;but you didn't pay me my dues, because I say stupid things&lt;br /&gt;now I'll just hope for a one night drunken fling&lt;br /&gt;I can't seem to impress you, or make the right moves&lt;br /&gt;my head is a heart attack, I'm bruised and confused&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had your freedom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413764160251113105-1779207260318312720?l=heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com/feeds/1779207260318312720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2413764160251113105&amp;postID=1779207260318312720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413764160251113105/posts/default/1779207260318312720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413764160251113105/posts/default/1779207260318312720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com/2007/10/just-keep-hold-of-me-and-dont-let-go.html' title='&quot;just keep a hold of me and don&apos;t let go&quot;'/><author><name>yrs&amp;amp;mn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029783365532636430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413764160251113105.post-3512602754340622446</id><published>2007-10-12T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T20:08:57.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>daring and bold to be shy and cowardly</title><content type='html'>i'm just a step away from being you.&lt;br /&gt;vices and sins are in &lt;br /&gt;and you wear 'em well.&lt;br /&gt;I dono what's right anymore&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna fit in&lt;br /&gt;and not worry 'bout the repercussions.&lt;br /&gt;don't you dare fade away on me now&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't bear the thought of being alone&lt;br /&gt;even tho I already am in a sense. &lt;br /&gt;I get me for me and you for what you're trying to be&lt;br /&gt;break outta yr shell, that I understand&lt;br /&gt;but why do it with such a sleighted hand?&lt;br /&gt;but that's just how we do&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413764160251113105-3512602754340622446?l=heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com/feeds/3512602754340622446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2413764160251113105&amp;postID=3512602754340622446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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itouch'/><author><name>yrs&amp;amp;mn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029783365532636430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413764160251113105.post-5112741053960734542</id><published>2007-10-07T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T20:14:48.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"i know i'll never die alone cuz of all of you"</title><content type='html'>i'm different, in the same kind of way&lt;br /&gt;my life is an endless amount of saturdays.&lt;br /&gt;put all my chips in on what i thought could happen&lt;br /&gt;they called my bluff&lt;br /&gt;i'll keep on lying until im lying for good&lt;br /&gt;seconds are just a matter of time&lt;br /&gt;i've been bad, but i do it so good&lt;br /&gt;i'm not moving on  cause i need to&lt;br /&gt;i'm just bored of being so miserable&lt;br /&gt;i wanna make irresponsible choices&lt;br /&gt; for once in my life&lt;br /&gt;i've been the peacemaker, the pacesetter&lt;br /&gt;now i wanna sit in the back and throw spitwads&lt;br /&gt;lets move and shake whatever we have&lt;br /&gt;until we find the gold underneath.&lt;br /&gt;"my friends are a different breed&lt;br /&gt;my friends are everything...."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413764160251113105-5112741053960734542?l=heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com/feeds/5112741053960734542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2413764160251113105&amp;postID=5112741053960734542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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me</title><content type='html'>i wrote myself in confidence but i let my secret out&lt;br /&gt;but i swear by the moon and stars and your wrecked car&lt;br /&gt;that i am in denial, and all you've got's the bottle&lt;br /&gt;and i swear that i'll write a song about my hometown&lt;br /&gt;and all my friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so watch your back&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413764160251113105-7382938800461876589?l=heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com/feeds/7382938800461876589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2413764160251113105&amp;postID=7382938800461876589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413764160251113105/posts/default/7382938800461876589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413764160251113105/posts/default/7382938800461876589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com/2007/09/theres-thousand-yous-and-only-one-of-me.html' title='there&apos;s a thousand yous, and only one of me'/><author><name>yrs&amp;amp;mn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029783365532636430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413764160251113105.post-5827555352245849867</id><published>2007-09-03T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T13:42:37.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>new faces, old faces, and the awkwardness inbetween</title><content type='html'>if you present coal and call it gold, would the world stop to look?&lt;br /&gt;or are you as human as you appear to be?&lt;br /&gt;it's like the last day of freedom&lt;br /&gt;we progress to confess&lt;br /&gt;that we're not as human as we appear to be&lt;br /&gt;do what you have to&lt;br /&gt;to be all that he doesn't see&lt;br /&gt;or at least i hope it goes that way&lt;br /&gt;1 round and without a fight&lt;br /&gt;you're a hope that won't see the light&lt;br /&gt;it's too bad we aren't all great like you&lt;br /&gt;i'm a california sky away from getting there&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413764160251113105-5827555352245849867?l=heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com/feeds/5827555352245849867/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413764160251113105.post-5738252859022359617</id><published>2007-08-29T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T21:54:43.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>moderation is the key to the mundane</title><content type='html'>if i start on this, lord knows i couldn't stop&lt;br /&gt;the poet in me wouldn't ever let me be happy&lt;br /&gt;funny how poets usually starve&lt;br /&gt;they can't make rent&lt;br /&gt;'cuz words don't get you through anymore&lt;br /&gt;making a living requires suit and tie these days&lt;br /&gt;we killed our own creativity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't go for long on these legs i have&lt;br /&gt;they'll carry this heart 'til they break&lt;br /&gt;not gonna tear you down this time. no, i've got a better head&lt;br /&gt;at least for this entry; the next one and you're dead.&lt;br /&gt;money makes the world turn, kinda like that soap&lt;br /&gt;but whatever happened to actions and phrases?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yours in misbehaving,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413764160251113105-5738252859022359617?l=heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com/feeds/5738252859022359617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2413764160251113105&amp;postID=5738252859022359617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413764160251113105/posts/default/5738252859022359617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413764160251113105/posts/default/5738252859022359617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com/2007/08/moderation-is-key-to-mundane.html' title='moderation is the key to the mundane'/><author><name>yrs&amp;amp;mn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029783365532636430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413764160251113105.post-9113351496740003137</id><published>2007-08-22T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T19:46:30.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a freshman to this sophomore slump, a junior to a senior failure</title><content type='html'>i've got a god complex but no one to rule.&lt;br /&gt;a good shot but lacking a place to aim&lt;br /&gt;i can't even holster this enigmatic feeling&lt;br /&gt;but i'm done with being nothing, let's start something&lt;br /&gt;i've got lighter fluid if you've got the match.&lt;br /&gt;so here we go, under the covers&lt;br /&gt;starting with the clothes, we're tearing each other&lt;br /&gt;down to the nuts and bolts of an operation much bigger than you or i&lt;br /&gt;or even we&lt;br /&gt;we've got so many things to get past, but i can't seem to adjust&lt;br /&gt;you've got your sense of self, and i've got my lust&lt;br /&gt;and not much else at this point&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's to hoping for more than what we're offered.xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413764160251113105-9113351496740003137?l=heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com/feeds/9113351496740003137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2413764160251113105&amp;postID=9113351496740003137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413764160251113105/posts/default/9113351496740003137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413764160251113105/posts/default/9113351496740003137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com/2007/08/freshman-to-this-sophomore-slump-junior.html' title='a freshman to this sophomore slump, a junior to a senior failure'/><author><name>yrs&amp;amp;mn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029783365532636430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413764160251113105.post-2199587993875197506</id><published>2007-08-08T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T23:06:54.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fortune, fame, and platnium records: every boys dream.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"and i've cast a spell over the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;west to make you think of me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i guess i was never good at magic.&lt;br /&gt;i'm in your head, i've made a mess, i'm the hole in your sweet tooth&lt;br /&gt;do you remember the way i told you how i felt about you? neither do i.&lt;br /&gt;it's not a question of who or if, or even a wonder why&lt;br /&gt;it's my lack of smooth moves and self confidence.&lt;br /&gt;so take it a notch below 'hatred', but stop before 'jealousy'&lt;br /&gt;[ cue your car being one with a tree]&lt;br /&gt;i paved the way for me, cause there aint nobody else.&lt;br /&gt;and that's how i got this shirt saying 'i slept with me, and and now look at myself'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥-cause you know what that means.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413764160251113105-2199587993875197506?l=heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413764160251113105.post-6503544936513307853</id><published>2007-08-04T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T18:42:29.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stickup [stuck on you]</title><content type='html'>how could you miss something you never had?&lt;br /&gt;i was under the impression that you couldn't.&lt;br /&gt;you learn something new everyday.&lt;br /&gt;nobody loves the almost-heroes, the second-in commands&lt;br /&gt;it's glory that rises above the slighted hands&lt;br /&gt;shaky voices and unsure whispers&lt;br /&gt;of "how could you do this to me?"&lt;br /&gt;i told you what i wasn't, and what i was sorry for&lt;br /&gt;and it's all i have left&lt;br /&gt;stand in the rain cause it's a familiar feeling&lt;br /&gt;of being outside of your window, wishing to come in&lt;br /&gt;but let's get it together, if only for a second&lt;br /&gt;he has a better chance and he doesn't even know it&lt;br /&gt;or maybe he does.&lt;br /&gt;carve a name into a tree, next to the will [k]nots and won't do's.&lt;br /&gt;scars and cars, you've heard it all before&lt;br /&gt;but i'm about to bring it to your front door.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413764160251113105-6503544936513307853?l=heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com/feeds/6503544936513307853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2413764160251113105&amp;postID=6503544936513307853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413764160251113105/posts/default/6503544936513307853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;is it over yet? all i have are stories and scars&lt;br /&gt;isn't it obvious? i never said it&lt;br /&gt;but if i did, i would sure as hell have meant it&lt;br /&gt;i'm another reason&lt;br /&gt;to douse the fire in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;chalk it up to many&lt;br /&gt;i never said this hurts&lt;br /&gt;but i've contemplated plenty&lt;br /&gt;but i might be in luck&lt;br /&gt;but this time, my words are not enough&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413764160251113105-1288499177603953082?l=heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com/feeds/1288499177603953082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2413764160251113105&amp;postID=1288499177603953082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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though the blames on you, i'll take that blame from you</title><content type='html'>if i apologize for being wrong, for the things i did and didn't do, maybe it'll be different&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry for being a terrible son&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry for myself for not being your one&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry for the things i didn't say&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry for not telling you how i really felt&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry for being the prince of terrible things&lt;br /&gt;im sorry for killing yours and my dreams&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry for the awkward situations that never let me say&lt;br /&gt;"i'm sorry for feeling this way"&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry for making things hard&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry for making it easy&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry for never being there for myself&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry for being blind to love&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry it never let me in&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry for late night drives that made you cry&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry for not living while i'm alive&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry, i'll make up for it next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413764160251113105-2132130528205511221?l=heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com/feeds/2132130528205511221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2413764160251113105&amp;postID=2132130528205511221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413764160251113105/posts/default/2132130528205511221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413764160251113105/posts/default/2132130528205511221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com/2007/07/even-though-blames-on-you-ill-take-that.html' title='even though the blames on you, i&apos;ll take that blame from you'/><author><name>yrs&amp;amp;mn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029783365532636430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413764160251113105.post-5551903002541340867</id><published>2007-07-15T21:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T21:13:06.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>going on a limb with no sure way to land...</title><content type='html'>demeaning in the sense of guns at your sides, you might as well fire at will&lt;br /&gt;aim for the head, at least put them out of your misery.&lt;br /&gt;all you do is talk, talk, talk, but you've seemed to forget to walk&lt;br /&gt;or stand, for that matter&lt;br /&gt;so here's you sincere apology:&lt;br /&gt;"i'm so sorry you're not wrapped around a tree"&lt;br /&gt;everything's an ache for your head, but you're a pain my ass.&lt;br /&gt;just breathe while you still got it, i'm about to take it away&lt;br /&gt;with these words that i've got, none of them could make you stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a word that kind of rhymes with 'glove',&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413764160251113105-5551903002541340867?l=heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com/feeds/5551903002541340867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2413764160251113105&amp;postID=5551903002541340867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413764160251113105/posts/default/5551903002541340867'/><link 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this time i'll draw a wall&lt;br /&gt;wish i could mutter a word like harry potter and make everything better&lt;br /&gt;"lumos" my day and "expelliarmus" your heart.&lt;br /&gt;together we can move mountains&lt;br /&gt;now i'm down to throwing rocks&lt;br /&gt;and i'm aiming at everything that ever meant anything to you.&lt;br /&gt;they say 'big girls don't cry', but i'm trying my best to bust that myth&lt;br /&gt;i'm adam and jamie in every sense of the phrase.&lt;br /&gt;you know, the one that pays off.&lt;br /&gt;i'd scream at you if i could, but what is there to say&lt;br /&gt;except for "i never had you anyway"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love, and all the baggage that's with it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413764160251113105-5382240111814110729?l=heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413764160251113105.post-8963299523165483531</id><published>2007-07-06T01:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T01:28:43.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FW:</title><content type='html'>Don&amp;#39;t write me off if you haven&amp;#39;t got any ink of your own to do it with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413764160251113105-8963299523165483531?l=heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com/feeds/8963299523165483531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2413764160251113105&amp;postID=8963299523165483531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413764160251113105/posts/default/8963299523165483531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413764160251113105/posts/default/8963299523165483531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com/2007/07/fw.html' title='FW:'/><author><name>yrs&amp;amp;mn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029783365532636430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413764160251113105.post-2556782500845931008</id><published>2007-07-06T00:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T01:14:32.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"You’re sleeping with the light on like you’re dying to be found out."</title><content type='html'>i'm sick of taking hits, i want to write them.&lt;br /&gt;paper hearts being burned for warmth.&lt;br /&gt;holding out for what's not worth your time&lt;br /&gt;for my best friends and your secrets&lt;br /&gt;i'll find myself in your head again&lt;br /&gt;just longing to be someone else&lt;br /&gt;i'm not all there cause you've got a piece of me still&lt;br /&gt;i'm all wrong ; starting with you&lt;br /&gt;and all the guns you've had to my head&lt;br /&gt;my best friend&lt;br /&gt;are the blankets and sheets that you once used&lt;br /&gt;they keep me close and heavy thoughts at bay&lt;br /&gt;i loved everything about you that wont make it out alive&lt;br /&gt;we're kissing for good luck and not much else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know i do,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413764160251113105-2556782500845931008?l=heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413764160251113105.post-3861469557887144444</id><published>2007-07-02T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T21:44:22.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"and you've got the spark i've been looking for"</title><content type='html'>i wasn't the first kid to write about hearts, cars, or sinking heads with matching stomaches.&lt;br /&gt;nor will i be the last.&lt;br /&gt;i wasn't the first to dream of hitting the west coat&lt;br /&gt;i wasn't the first to bathe in city lights&lt;br /&gt;i don't do it best&lt;br /&gt;i'm not a trendsetter&lt;br /&gt;i'm not the man of your dreams&lt;br /&gt;i'm not the only boy with problems&lt;br /&gt;i don't have a great character&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm a heart of gold and a head full of ideas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413764160251113105-3861469557887144444?l=heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com/feeds/3861469557887144444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2413764160251113105&amp;postID=3861469557887144444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413764160251113105/posts/default/3861469557887144444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413764160251113105/posts/default/3861469557887144444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com/2007/07/and-youve-got-spark-ive-been-looking.html' title='&quot;and you&apos;ve got the spark i&apos;ve been looking for&quot;'/><author><name>yrs&amp;amp;mn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029783365532636430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413764160251113105.post-669447858018128578</id><published>2007-06-30T23:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T23:14:57.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Multimedia message</title><content type='html'>Dear you and nobody listening: never stay between the rode and the ones less traveled&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413764160251113105-669447858018128578?l=heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com/feeds/669447858018128578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2413764160251113105&amp;postID=669447858018128578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413764160251113105/posts/default/669447858018128578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413764160251113105/posts/default/669447858018128578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com/2007/06/multimedia-message_30.html' title='Multimedia message'/><author><name>yrs&amp;amp;mn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029783365532636430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413764160251113105.post-4392473098287639887</id><published>2007-06-24T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T20:55:43.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>can't believe what belief means to believers anymore</title><content type='html'>not a hell of a lot.&lt;br /&gt;if i took your head where i wanted it to go&lt;br /&gt;we'd be on the road for days.&lt;br /&gt;no one would ever find us&lt;br /&gt;let's gets married to our inhibitions&lt;br /&gt;we'll never cross the line in the sand if you never draw it&lt;br /&gt;i'd cradle your head, pick you up off the bathroom floor&lt;br /&gt;baby you can't let the booze do this anymore&lt;br /&gt;i've got a glove box full of angry words and trunk full of regrets&lt;br /&gt;but i'd drive it off the nearest cliff if it brought me to you&lt;br /&gt;the crowd doesn't love you when you're off your knees&lt;br /&gt;but i might see potential.&lt;br /&gt;do you know what you're getting into?&lt;br /&gt;if so please let me know&lt;br /&gt;brain is on a strike, can't agree with the heart&lt;br /&gt;if i could fit in a mailbox i'd send myself to you&lt;br /&gt;todays forecast: partly desperate with a chance of redemption&lt;br /&gt;you're a nerd and my head is a comic book convention&lt;br /&gt;you're always on my mind&lt;br /&gt;wish it went both ways&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413764160251113105-4392473098287639887?l=heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com/feeds/4392473098287639887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2413764160251113105&amp;postID=4392473098287639887' title='0 Comments'/><link 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this awful feeling..."</title><content type='html'>It's late.  better than forever i never say. the only things that should tie you down are ropes and states of mind. but this way of thinking involves rings and "i do's." i could die with[out] you. i'll never learn my  lesson and you'll never learn your place. what's love got to do with it anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413764160251113105-7350582211744605079?l=heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com/feeds/7350582211744605079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2413764160251113105&amp;postID=7350582211744605079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413764160251113105/posts/default/7350582211744605079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413764160251113105/posts/default/7350582211744605079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com/2007/06/multimedia-message_22.html' title='&quot;i can&apos;t seem to shake this awful feeling...&quot;'/><author><name>yrs&amp;amp;mn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029783365532636430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413764160251113105.post-4383889997132286129</id><published>2007-06-20T23:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T00:13:03.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"how do i look?"  "like gold."</title><content type='html'>I can't fucking sleep.&lt;br /&gt;i'm the soundtrack to your right now. but i'm the record you never bought.&lt;br /&gt;tried to make you laugh but i'm the joke you never caught&lt;br /&gt;'the boy with a million problems' is what you could say&lt;br /&gt;but you've gotta be the same goddamn way.&lt;br /&gt;i'd never live it down if you weren't&lt;br /&gt;i'm not exactly him&lt;br /&gt;and i won't ever be&lt;br /&gt;tongues of stone rests on glass jaws[which one will break first]&lt;br /&gt;we could play the field, but neither of us have great arms&lt;br /&gt;so why don't you and i and me and you settle this between sheets?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sink a heart and steal a ship&lt;br /&gt;lovingyouiseasycauseyou'rebeautiful&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413764160251113105-4383889997132286129?l=heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com/feeds/4383889997132286129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2413764160251113105&amp;postID=4383889997132286129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413764160251113105/posts/default/4383889997132286129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413764160251113105/posts/default/4383889997132286129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com/2007/06/multimedia-message_20.html' title='&quot;how do i look?&quot;  &quot;like gold.&quot;'/><author><name>yrs&amp;amp;mn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029783365532636430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413764160251113105.post-1114854494589803394</id><published>2007-06-18T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T22:21:39.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cats out of the bag, get the box.</title><content type='html'>so maybe i let one person know about this. it's healthy, right?&lt;br /&gt;it puts me out into fresh air, but i think i'm hanging out to dry.&lt;br /&gt;can't sleep, i'm on this high&lt;br /&gt;it consists of dreaming and sleeping; but just so i can dream of you.&lt;br /&gt;it's corny, but what the hell isn't anymore&lt;br /&gt;i'm the boring conversation, the awkward pause between words.&lt;br /&gt;here's to many more to come[or so one hopes]&lt;br /&gt;i'll keep you a secret if you let me&lt;br /&gt;not a soul will know, even if they test me&lt;br /&gt;but it's all up how you sigh and shrug.&lt;br /&gt;or dodge my eyes when you talk&lt;br /&gt;stuck in america--but who wants to get out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413764160251113105-1114854494589803394?l=heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com/feeds/1114854494589803394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2413764160251113105&amp;postID=1114854494589803394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413764160251113105/posts/default/1114854494589803394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413764160251113105/posts/default/1114854494589803394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com/2007/06/cats-out-of-bag-get-box.html' title='cats out of the bag, get the box.'/><author><name>yrs&amp;amp;mn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029783365532636430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413764160251113105.post-1333267743777111608</id><published>2007-06-15T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T22:17:40.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>we're out of the woods now, let's burn it to the ground</title><content type='html'>i'm sure i made an impression&lt;br /&gt;but i know it's always gonna be the wrong one.&lt;br /&gt;i was sure that it didn't graze me&lt;br /&gt;but this heart--it weighs a ton.&lt;br /&gt;we all know how it goes&lt;br /&gt;but we don't know how it ends.&lt;br /&gt;you build yourself up into this gigantic wall&lt;br /&gt;i'm bringing the bulldozers with me this time&lt;br /&gt;they're in the form of secrets and cries for help&lt;br /&gt;ones that you'll never hear.&lt;br /&gt;i guess it's the 'tortured artist' in me&lt;br /&gt;but who's to say i don't torture back.&lt;br /&gt;i'd sure love to leave you hanging once&lt;br /&gt;like this boy, you left him like laundry [wrap your head around that]&lt;br /&gt;i'm cancer in human form&lt;br /&gt;don't get too close to me&lt;br /&gt;i hate the phone, but please call me&lt;br /&gt;i'll talk to you all night long if it gets you beside me.&lt;br /&gt;you can visit me in prison.&lt;br /&gt;cause that's where they wanna send me.&lt;br /&gt;but i won't go down like a sinking ship&lt;br /&gt;i won't go down at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you.can't.touch.me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413764160251113105-1333267743777111608?l=heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com/feeds/1333267743777111608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2413764160251113105&amp;postID=1333267743777111608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413764160251113105/posts/default/1333267743777111608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413764160251113105/posts/default/1333267743777111608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-sure-i-made-impression-but-i-know.html' title='we&apos;re out of the woods now, let&apos;s burn it to the ground'/><author><name>yrs&amp;amp;mn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029783365532636430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413764160251113105.post-7843042121542072792</id><published>2007-06-12T20:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T22:12:29.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>re: trading moon for sun, actions forwards</title><content type='html'>with all these cheap words, i've got to be a least a dollar short.&lt;br /&gt;and given the stakes&lt;br /&gt;i'd trade you for the world.&lt;br /&gt;and deal with the opportunity costs.&lt;br /&gt;drowned my self pity&lt;br /&gt;held it's head under water.&lt;br /&gt;now i'm out for blood--or love.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not sure which.&lt;br /&gt;for a sweetheart, you sure taste sour.&lt;br /&gt;i died that night&lt;br /&gt;on the roof of my house with you.&lt;br /&gt;i'm the in the business of selling yourself, business is great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L-word,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413764160251113105-7843042121542072792?l=heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com/feeds/7843042121542072792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2413764160251113105&amp;postID=7843042121542072792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413764160251113105/posts/default/7843042121542072792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413764160251113105/posts/default/7843042121542072792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com/2007/06/re-trading-moon-for-sun-actions.html' title='re: trading moon for sun, actions forwards'/><author><name>yrs&amp;amp;mn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029783365532636430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413764160251113105.post-1642911360614969368</id><published>2007-06-11T22:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T22:32:18.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Multimedia message</title><content type='html'>I have a purple heart, but for what it really is. a shade darker than blue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413764160251113105-1642911360614969368?l=heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com/feeds/1642911360614969368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2413764160251113105&amp;postID=1642911360614969368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413764160251113105/posts/default/1642911360614969368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413764160251113105/posts/default/1642911360614969368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com/2007/06/multimedia-message.html' title='Multimedia message'/><author><name>yrs&amp;amp;mn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029783365532636430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413764160251113105.post-7723651267303475430</id><published>2007-06-08T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T20:35:56.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"in which the sun shines and we learn what happened to the whipping boy, the prince, and everyone else"</title><content type='html'>i'm the itch in your scar, the crash in your car. and every single word you say adds a bullet to my resume (and sometimes my head).&lt;br /&gt;it's odd how words have a choke hold on me.&lt;br /&gt;street songs sing me to sleep&lt;br /&gt;through highways and streetlights.&lt;br /&gt;get me out of this town.&lt;br /&gt;you look good in a moonlight kind of way.&lt;br /&gt;i'm half past goodbyes at the price of giving in and bowing out(and i wish you were here)&lt;br /&gt;i'm a wreck and hope you are too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413764160251113105-7723651267303475430?l=heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com/feeds/7723651267303475430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2413764160251113105&amp;postID=7723651267303475430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413764160251113105/posts/default/7723651267303475430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413764160251113105/posts/default/7723651267303475430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com/2007/06/in-which-sun-shines-and-we-learn-what.html' title='&quot;in which the sun shines and we learn what happened to the whipping boy, the prince, and everyone else&quot;'/><author><name>yrs&amp;amp;mn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029783365532636430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413764160251113105.post-4185982382935097264</id><published>2007-06-02T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T21:48:26.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"this is the last time i'm gonna let her do this to me"</title><content type='html'>i have no fucking clue why i do this.&lt;br /&gt;put my own gun to my own head and sink my own ship.&lt;br /&gt;i beat myself up over you, my insides are bruised&lt;br /&gt;last year it was a toll i couldn't bear to pay&lt;br /&gt;this year, it's no different, except it's your fucking face.&lt;br /&gt;i hate to look at you&lt;br /&gt;but love to think of you&lt;br /&gt;we're making up, and making out [and i'm talking in more ways than one]&lt;br /&gt;and i've got a bet with your car window that says: i love you more than he does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;truefuckingwhoknows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413764160251113105-4185982382935097264?l=heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com/feeds/4185982382935097264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2413764160251113105&amp;postID=4185982382935097264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413764160251113105/posts/default/4185982382935097264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413764160251113105/posts/default/4185982382935097264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com/2007/06/this-is-last-time-im-gonna-let-her-do.html' title='&quot;this is the last time i&apos;m gonna let her do this to me&quot;'/><author><name>yrs&amp;amp;mn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029783365532636430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413764160251113105.post-5091355336335329176</id><published>2007-05-28T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T19:08:42.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>who needs love when all the hate is here?</title><content type='html'>people don't change but have two faces.&lt;br /&gt;i see a new one everday&lt;br /&gt;i'm a hometown hero made villian.&lt;br /&gt;made infamous with words behind my back&lt;br /&gt;i'm a dead shot, but always off.&lt;br /&gt;you're a sure bet, but i'm a loss.&lt;br /&gt;to the love that never made it past pen or keyboard,&lt;br /&gt;to the hearts that are made stone and carved in to you.&lt;br /&gt;to kids like us,&lt;br /&gt;to liars and fakes.&lt;br /&gt;to trainwreck romances and desperate last chances.&lt;br /&gt;to wearing hearts on your sleeves like a fashion statement.&lt;br /&gt;to the times that you almost gave up&lt;br /&gt;but the pen had saved a life.&lt;br /&gt;to every boy that ever felt like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413764160251113105-5091355336335329176?l=heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com/feeds/5091355336335329176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2413764160251113105&amp;postID=5091355336335329176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413764160251113105/posts/default/5091355336335329176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413764160251113105/posts/default/5091355336335329176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com/2007/05/who-needs-love-when-all-hate-is-here.html' title='who needs love when all the hate is here?'/><author><name>yrs&amp;amp;mn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029783365532636430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413764160251113105.post-6265256333151378118</id><published>2007-05-24T15:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T22:10:10.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my chest was beating, the last time i checked...</title><content type='html'>updating from the phone again, watching talk shows.&lt;br /&gt;just thinking about being okay  makes it okay , if only for a little while.&lt;br /&gt;build a bridge and burn it.&lt;br /&gt;don't worry kid, you've earned it. &lt;br /&gt;you don't look a day over headaches and "i dont cares."                            &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;truefuckinglove. if only to someone  in particular&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413764160251113105-6265256333151378118?l=heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com/feeds/6265256333151378118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2413764160251113105&amp;postID=6265256333151378118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413764160251113105/posts/default/6265256333151378118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413764160251113105/posts/default/6265256333151378118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com/2007/05/multimedia-message_24.html' title='my chest was beating, the last time i checked...'/><author><name>yrs&amp;amp;mn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029783365532636430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413764160251113105.post-6980094277256906877</id><published>2007-05-23T19:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T19:52:52.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sixteen forever (til we turn seventeen)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i've been on my own so long, it's the only thing i do know how to do.&lt;br /&gt;guess i'll just throw you into the ditch of my mind, throw some dirt on your chest.&lt;br /&gt;try to bury you from my memory. not like we had any to start.&lt;br /&gt;i'm a last chance, the last stop.&lt;br /&gt;you never gave me the time&lt;br /&gt;he loves pushing you down&lt;br /&gt;you get back up again&lt;br /&gt;one of these days he'll hit a homer.&lt;br /&gt;i'm a golden boy with plastic plating.&lt;br /&gt;give.me.a.chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413764160251113105-6980094277256906877?l=heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com/feeds/6980094277256906877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2413764160251113105&amp;postID=6980094277256906877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-family:arial;"&gt;it's always the nights that you don't miss, i'm the prince of feeling like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just crowned king.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413764160251113105-735817255808696857?l=heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com/feeds/735817255808696857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2413764160251113105&amp;postID=735817255808696857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413764160251113105/posts/default/735817255808696857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413764160251113105/posts/default/735817255808696857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartingforaheadache.blogspot.com/2007/05/multimedia-message.html' title='Multimedia message (from yours truly)'/><author><name>yrs&amp;amp;mn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06029783365532636430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413764160251113105.post-633253083332059209</id><published>2007-05-22T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T20:29:55.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'>we're bad habits with good reputations</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;no one will ever read this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometime this home isn't a home. sometimes you're not you and i'm not me. alcohol does it for you, it's anyones guess what's in it for me.&lt;br /&gt;i'm around to see you smile, and i hate to see you leave.&lt;br /&gt;but the things i've felt a beating heart wouldn't believe.&lt;br /&gt;you don't exactly have a name or face, you could be anyone.&lt;br /&gt;but you're not.&lt;br /&gt;you're an accident in my head, and it looks like a 50 car pile up.&lt;br /&gt;the more eyeliner you put on is just that much more he can make run off.&lt;br /&gt;call it teenage hormones, call it what you wish.&lt;br /&gt;please, call it something.&lt;br /&gt;i'm a ship, and with every word you say i get a sinking feeling.&lt;br /&gt;i don't have the heart nor guts to tell you how i feel.&lt;br /&gt;my insides are hollow, but you know how that goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be your summer song and you can be my weak knees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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