<?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-2097247586859298895</id><updated>2012-02-16T08:53:07.538-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep It Short, But Not Always Sweet</title><subtitle type='html'>Warning: overflow route.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097247586859298895/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Chanelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05146015540819527650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WuWFj3zSzgE/TT-gvgAwwMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/b6bcdchZJrc/s220/IMG_4987.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>67</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2097247586859298895.post-8035253034690145414</id><published>2011-10-30T01:27:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T18:06:15.729-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I guess I can't re-use titles, that's pretty lame after all.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;the age of no turning back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bad ideas and worse decisions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and this incessant need to rhyme.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I told myself to come back to the world I used to know,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a world of hurt and word vomit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm just going to keep writing 'til I feel better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fall asleep, or am sober.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whichever comes first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Noone here will judge me, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in my world I can do no wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perfect me, my perfect self. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dream big.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With my alice complex and delusional ideas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love and pain, so intertwined that they're the same. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Breathe it in like its your last breath of air.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Taking the low road, hope to see you there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2097247586859298895-8035253034690145414?l=keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com/feeds/8035253034690145414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2097247586859298895&amp;postID=8035253034690145414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097247586859298895/posts/default/8035253034690145414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097247586859298895/posts/default/8035253034690145414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-guess-i-cant-re-use-titles-thats.html' title='I guess I can&apos;t re-use titles, that&apos;s pretty lame after all.'/><author><name>Chanelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05146015540819527650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WuWFj3zSzgE/TT-gvgAwwMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/b6bcdchZJrc/s220/IMG_4987.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2097247586859298895.post-6753243443500875857</id><published>2010-11-10T02:20:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T02:52:22.775-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I once said I only write when I'm miserable. Hello truism, we meet again.</title><content type='html'>Its far too late, burning the midnight oil over tired hearts. There is a drip, drip, drip of pathetic desperation setting the rhythm. I keep dreaming of the wrong you. A rot, slowly eating me away inside. I can't eat, I can't sleep with out thinking of you. I feel consumed. A slow smoldering flame. I am twisting, writhing, grinding to this dance. So frustrated and wound tight. A repressed corkscrew of guilt, in the pit of my stomach growing stronger. This war rages on in the chamber's of my heart. A viscous battle for happiness that leaves a path of misery in its wake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2097247586859298895-6753243443500875857?l=keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com/feeds/6753243443500875857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2097247586859298895&amp;postID=6753243443500875857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097247586859298895/posts/default/6753243443500875857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097247586859298895/posts/default/6753243443500875857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-once-said-i-only-write-when-im.html' title='I once said I only write when I&apos;m miserable. Hello truism, we meet again.'/><author><name>Chanelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05146015540819527650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WuWFj3zSzgE/TT-gvgAwwMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/b6bcdchZJrc/s220/IMG_4987.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2097247586859298895.post-3426672652286308182</id><published>2009-11-30T05:22:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T05:38:33.116-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sleep is your worst enemy, but the only escape from all the pain. You've built your walls so high that you can't find your way out. Just dull grey bricks, day after day they are all the same. Reminders of each mistake. they've burned into the back of your eyelids, and everywhere you looks its  like ghosts that haunt you. I worry for you so, and only wish that I could do more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2097247586859298895-3426672652286308182?l=keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com/feeds/3426672652286308182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2097247586859298895&amp;postID=3426672652286308182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097247586859298895/posts/default/3426672652286308182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097247586859298895/posts/default/3426672652286308182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com/2009/11/sleep-is-your-worst-enemy-but-only.html' title=''/><author><name>Chanelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05146015540819527650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WuWFj3zSzgE/TT-gvgAwwMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/b6bcdchZJrc/s220/IMG_4987.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2097247586859298895.post-7390209678464641311</id><published>2009-05-16T03:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T03:09:07.462-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I make myself sick. It tears me up inside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2097247586859298895-7390209678464641311?l=keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com/feeds/7390209678464641311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2097247586859298895&amp;postID=7390209678464641311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097247586859298895/posts/default/7390209678464641311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097247586859298895/posts/default/7390209678464641311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-make-myself-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>Chanelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05146015540819527650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WuWFj3zSzgE/TT-gvgAwwMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/b6bcdchZJrc/s220/IMG_4987.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2097247586859298895.post-977296688128029383</id><published>2009-05-09T22:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T22:45:49.382-05:00</updated><title type='text'>blackberry stash. (mmm tasty)</title><content type='html'>you smell so good, but how do you taste?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be sleeping, but I guess I was hoping you'd miss me and call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have very little life, but way too many excuses it seems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are papers everywhere. Its such a terrible mess. There's dust and clutter on every surface and I'm anything but dressed to impress. This house is sinking into my thoughts and fucking everything up. If this isn't a side effect then I don't know what is. worthless thoughts. worthless things that just get in the way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2097247586859298895-977296688128029383?l=keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com/feeds/977296688128029383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2097247586859298895&amp;postID=977296688128029383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097247586859298895/posts/default/977296688128029383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097247586859298895/posts/default/977296688128029383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com/2009/05/blackberry-stash-mmm-tasty.html' title='blackberry stash. (mmm tasty)'/><author><name>Chanelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05146015540819527650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WuWFj3zSzgE/TT-gvgAwwMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/b6bcdchZJrc/s220/IMG_4987.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2097247586859298895.post-6566453746642275965</id><published>2009-02-26T19:52:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T01:08:56.089-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm the Queen of keep it simple, or maybe just lazy. A copyartist with pride in doing it all on my own.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2097247586859298895-6566453746642275965?l=keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com/feeds/6566453746642275965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2097247586859298895&amp;postID=6566453746642275965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097247586859298895/posts/default/6566453746642275965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097247586859298895/posts/default/6566453746642275965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-queen-of-keep-it-simple-or-maybe.html' title=''/><author><name>Chanelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05146015540819527650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WuWFj3zSzgE/TT-gvgAwwMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/b6bcdchZJrc/s220/IMG_4987.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2097247586859298895.post-7013813339584094296</id><published>2009-02-11T00:01:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T01:10:15.381-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ultraviolet</title><content type='html'>im performing a solo meant never to reach your ears. these little dirty secrets really arent so little, actually rather infulencial. im ultraviolet inside, you only get the whole picture when the lights go down. Paper thin walls echo the sounds inside my head. everything glows, at least for a little while. I was born blind, but in the dark I see. (well.... figuretively)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2097247586859298895-7013813339584094296?l=keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com/feeds/7013813339584094296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2097247586859298895&amp;postID=7013813339584094296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097247586859298895/posts/default/7013813339584094296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097247586859298895/posts/default/7013813339584094296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com/2009/02/ultraviolet.html' title='Ultraviolet'/><author><name>Chanelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05146015540819527650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WuWFj3zSzgE/TT-gvgAwwMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/b6bcdchZJrc/s220/IMG_4987.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2097247586859298895.post-1448702051356958440</id><published>2009-01-28T23:30:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T22:39:51.457-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe you're not so important anymore...</title><content type='html'>its the same old song and dance that you do when noone is looking. You give me an inch and i wish for a mile. youre such a tease. you are playing my heartstrings with verifiable skill. pluck, pluck pluck, think of a word that rhymes. Yeah i know you got it. youre not dim, just a little bit misguided. its been so damn dramatic. but things are settling. and despite being a little bit lonely and desperate for money. im really happy. it feels like i should be miserable, i think a small part does. but a majority vote always wins.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2097247586859298895-1448702051356958440?l=keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com/feeds/1448702051356958440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2097247586859298895&amp;postID=1448702051356958440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097247586859298895/posts/default/1448702051356958440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097247586859298895/posts/default/1448702051356958440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com/2009/01/maybe-youre-not-so-important-anymore.html' title='Maybe you&apos;re not so important anymore...'/><author><name>Chanelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05146015540819527650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WuWFj3zSzgE/TT-gvgAwwMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/b6bcdchZJrc/s220/IMG_4987.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2097247586859298895.post-6834927842581386957</id><published>2008-12-09T21:55:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:11:30.379-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken Doll</title><content type='html'>i can never do this right. each season i mess everything up again. i try. i promise i do. but its never enough. sometimes i get lucky and scrape by. im so tired of trying. im so tired of going nowhere fast. give me a crown for being the queen of fuckups. i wish i had the ability to blame. but there is noone left. oh poor baby's and im sorrys just dont cut it. i need some magic. three wishes are more than enough, i only need one, fix me. i wont open that bottle. that just makes me so much weaker. ive already crumbled once, i cant fix my word. i dont think i can fix me either. "broken doll" you called? my heroes cant stop this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2097247586859298895-6834927842581386957?l=keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com/feeds/6834927842581386957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2097247586859298895&amp;postID=6834927842581386957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097247586859298895/posts/default/6834927842581386957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097247586859298895/posts/default/6834927842581386957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com/2008/12/broken-doll.html' title='Broken Doll'/><author><name>Chanelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05146015540819527650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WuWFj3zSzgE/TT-gvgAwwMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/b6bcdchZJrc/s220/IMG_4987.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2097247586859298895.post-1070737901275461989</id><published>2008-10-12T11:50:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T13:02:18.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pause</title><content type='html'>how low can you go. they really werent kidding. im so over this crazy limbo. everything is on hold yet the show must go on. take a bow and save the tears for the afterparty. prepare for backlash and fortune and fame.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2097247586859298895-1070737901275461989?l=keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com/feeds/1070737901275461989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2097247586859298895&amp;postID=1070737901275461989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097247586859298895/posts/default/1070737901275461989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097247586859298895/posts/default/1070737901275461989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com/2008/10/pause.html' title='Pause'/><author><name>Chanelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05146015540819527650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WuWFj3zSzgE/TT-gvgAwwMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/b6bcdchZJrc/s220/IMG_4987.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2097247586859298895.post-7173933756312592553</id><published>2008-10-05T22:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T22:42:48.737-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Little.</title><content type='html'>Give me just a little. just a little bit. All im asking for is a little less space and a little more you. A little more Ahh's and a little more Ooh's. Just a little bit faster tempo a little bit faster, yeah you. Heart beats baby they make up this song, now let me hear yours a little louder a little more strong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2097247586859298895-7173933756312592553?l=keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com/feeds/7173933756312592553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2097247586859298895&amp;postID=7173933756312592553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097247586859298895/posts/default/7173933756312592553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097247586859298895/posts/default/7173933756312592553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com/2008/10/little.html' title='Little.'/><author><name>Chanelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05146015540819527650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WuWFj3zSzgE/TT-gvgAwwMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/b6bcdchZJrc/s220/IMG_4987.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2097247586859298895.post-7261749347228061495</id><published>2008-09-28T00:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T00:43:34.421-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i totally slept in your hoodie last night.&lt;br /&gt;it smells like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....if you actually read this you should be able to understand.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2097247586859298895-7261749347228061495?l=keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com/feeds/7261749347228061495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2097247586859298895&amp;postID=7261749347228061495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097247586859298895/posts/default/7261749347228061495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097247586859298895/posts/default/7261749347228061495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-totally-slept-in-your-hoodie-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Chanelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05146015540819527650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WuWFj3zSzgE/TT-gvgAwwMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/b6bcdchZJrc/s220/IMG_4987.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2097247586859298895.post-3185327054684507639</id><published>2008-07-17T20:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T20:23:53.667-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe Ill Wake Up Tomorrow And Forget How I Feel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;babybabybaby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;break my heart like a clock that just keeps on ticking and refuses to stop. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;give me something to do if only just to pass the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;click your heels.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;blow me kisses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;color me outside the lines.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the same shit that i fall in love with is the same shit i cant stand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;im not running in circles, but im still effectively going nowhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;_ _ _ _&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If i had all the riches in the world i still wouldn't be happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2097247586859298895-3185327054684507639?l=keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com/feeds/3185327054684507639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2097247586859298895&amp;postID=3185327054684507639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097247586859298895/posts/default/3185327054684507639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097247586859298895/posts/default/3185327054684507639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com/2008/07/maybe-ill-wake-up-tomorrow-and-forget.html' title='Maybe Ill Wake Up Tomorrow And Forget How I Feel'/><author><name>Chanelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05146015540819527650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WuWFj3zSzgE/TT-gvgAwwMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/b6bcdchZJrc/s220/IMG_4987.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2097247586859298895.post-3589415363395655442</id><published>2008-07-08T12:34:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T13:55:13.817-05:00</updated><title type='text'>....</title><content type='html'>I'm many things to many people. but nothing important. Just the fact that you are hearing this is a start. Open your ears. Open you heart. To everything you ever wanted. Do me a favor and believe. even if you dont believe in your self believe that something amazing could be just around the corner. Through dumb luck, or hard work its always possible&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2097247586859298895-3589415363395655442?l=keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com/feeds/3589415363395655442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2097247586859298895&amp;postID=3589415363395655442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097247586859298895/posts/default/3589415363395655442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097247586859298895/posts/default/3589415363395655442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title='....'/><author><name>Chanelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05146015540819527650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WuWFj3zSzgE/TT-gvgAwwMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/b6bcdchZJrc/s220/IMG_4987.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2097247586859298895.post-4247812684230673834</id><published>2008-05-20T15:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T16:15:15.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This is me writing you and everything else out of my life.</title><content type='html'>I miss the memories like a broken heart and I loathe who I was. Everything has gone to hell. Its time for me to not think about you and what you did. Stretch my wings and learn how to fly. It seems easy, but have you ever tried? Leave everything behind. Spotlights. shine bright. Let someone please see me tonight. One face becomes another and to see you again would be earlier than I would have liked. Take this to heart in the form of a knife.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2097247586859298895-4247812684230673834?l=keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com/feeds/4247812684230673834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2097247586859298895&amp;postID=4247812684230673834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097247586859298895/posts/default/4247812684230673834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097247586859298895/posts/default/4247812684230673834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com/2008/05/this-is-me-writing-you-and-everything.html' title='This is me writing you and everything else out of my life.'/><author><name>Chanelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05146015540819527650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WuWFj3zSzgE/TT-gvgAwwMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/b6bcdchZJrc/s220/IMG_4987.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2097247586859298895.post-82111174972929272</id><published>2008-04-30T16:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T16:48:33.804-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Freind. Free.</title><content type='html'>If I had a choice I'd still be there. even if I was would you still ignore me? would you say you dont care and never did. throw me out with everything that was so last year. I go well with the vitntage you. oldfashioned and useless. File me under "Opps... well that was a mistake." forsake good times and better memories for what?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2097247586859298895-82111174972929272?l=keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com/feeds/82111174972929272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2097247586859298895&amp;postID=82111174972929272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097247586859298895/posts/default/82111174972929272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097247586859298895/posts/default/82111174972929272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com/2008/04/old-freind-free.html' title='Old Freind. Free.'/><author><name>Chanelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05146015540819527650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WuWFj3zSzgE/TT-gvgAwwMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/b6bcdchZJrc/s220/IMG_4987.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2097247586859298895.post-7188152028730759021</id><published>2008-03-17T12:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T12:35:34.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'>From Thirty-six Thousand Feet....</title><content type='html'>Baby, the world sparkles from up here. The stars don't shine nearly as brightly as the city lights in naive eyes. soon enough the smog and acid rain cloud and burn those bright eyes. but you'll never leave. It will leave you pinning for a fix and for rehablilitation of innocence. So close to everyone else. "Get out of my head" The city of angels has fallen. Just scratch the surface and realize that it has taken every bit of you and yet it is still empty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2097247586859298895-7188152028730759021?l=keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com/feeds/7188152028730759021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2097247586859298895&amp;postID=7188152028730759021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097247586859298895/posts/default/7188152028730759021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097247586859298895/posts/default/7188152028730759021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com/2008/03/from-thirty-six-thousand-feet.html' title='From Thirty-six Thousand Feet....'/><author><name>Chanelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05146015540819527650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WuWFj3zSzgE/TT-gvgAwwMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/b6bcdchZJrc/s220/IMG_4987.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2097247586859298895.post-4799285986692508373</id><published>2008-02-28T20:28:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T13:54:10.185-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So Many Things I Had Forgoten About</title><content type='html'>you're driving me out of my mind, out of my head and out of this town. For a while you were my anchor but even the greatest ships have to move. a strong enough storm can move anything&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2097247586859298895-4799285986692508373?l=keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com/feeds/4799285986692508373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2097247586859298895&amp;postID=4799285986692508373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097247586859298895/posts/default/4799285986692508373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097247586859298895/posts/default/4799285986692508373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com/2008/02/so-many-things-i-had-forgoten-about.html' title='So Many Things I Had Forgoten About'/><author><name>Chanelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05146015540819527650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WuWFj3zSzgE/TT-gvgAwwMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/b6bcdchZJrc/s220/IMG_4987.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2097247586859298895.post-4906502155692222797</id><published>2008-02-21T11:25:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T11:26:02.181-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Runaway</title><content type='html'>She wants to run away. Run far away from this place. To feel her feel hit the pavement and scream “I’m free.” Run to that horizon that she’ll never reach. She doesn’t care anyway. She’s only running away from all of her problems. She doesn’t care anyway. She’ll never go back except to send her love back in bomb threats. Her heartstrings wrap around her throat, anchored back at what should have been called “home” and every step makes her choke. Home is where the heart is but she never had enough heart to call it home. A toast to every little thing you’ve ever wanted and a toast to living without them. She broke those strings and flew away, wax wings. She reached for the stars but only made it to the sun before those wings lost their will. She tumbled back down to reality with a resounding thud. She picked up her bruised heart and stared ahead. The road is straight and smooth, its her that is broken. The road less traveled is just a detour from the easy way out. Everyone reaches for those stars and the select few that are able to grasp them have done so through using others as stairs. The reason gets lost in the rhymes and starry eyes. It’s all so utterly pointless. An effort for something greater than any of us will ever be. Turn her pockets inside out and dump those skeletons out on the road. They’ll be better company than she’s had in years. She’s going out of her mind and in all honesty she never wants to come back. No one would miss her anyway. She’s running away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2097247586859298895-4906502155692222797?l=keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com/feeds/4906502155692222797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2097247586859298895&amp;postID=4906502155692222797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097247586859298895/posts/default/4906502155692222797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097247586859298895/posts/default/4906502155692222797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com/2008/02/runaway.html' title='Runaway'/><author><name>Chanelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05146015540819527650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WuWFj3zSzgE/TT-gvgAwwMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/b6bcdchZJrc/s220/IMG_4987.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2097247586859298895.post-6145503837772443952</id><published>2008-01-19T08:27:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T13:52:50.764-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Emblematic</title><content type='html'>At the best of times I'm confused. At the worst of times im lost. I'm Just one more broken soul and recycled heart, damned to hell from the start* I have a one-shot story with an unhappy ending. If I said I could see the future cleary I'd be the best liar you will ever know. I've got loads of charm but nothinmg deeper than what you can see. Nothing can bring me down. I'm already there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Taken From "The Vampire Lestat" by Anne Rice&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2097247586859298895-6145503837772443952?l=keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com/feeds/6145503837772443952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2097247586859298895&amp;postID=6145503837772443952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097247586859298895/posts/default/6145503837772443952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097247586859298895/posts/default/6145503837772443952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com/2008/01/emblematic.html' title='Emblematic'/><author><name>Chanelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05146015540819527650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WuWFj3zSzgE/TT-gvgAwwMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/b6bcdchZJrc/s220/IMG_4987.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2097247586859298895.post-6133308837880982321</id><published>2007-12-11T21:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T21:21:11.412-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh god how it kills me. Where are all the words I want to say? they are so trapped inside my head that I have no way to reach them. All these recycled words and thoughts sound the same. I'm going around circles in a dictionary trying to find something new. You say I have a big vocabulary, you're right I do, and its doing its intended purpose. I can't even get you to see through my facade with a blunt word to the back of the head. Keep telling me I'm wrong, maybe I'll start to believe it. No matter how hard you believe, dreams don't come true and when you wake up in the morning all you have is the memory of the could-have-beens. I'm the tallest person you know, I'm six feet under and out of this world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2097247586859298895-6133308837880982321?l=keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com/feeds/6133308837880982321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2097247586859298895&amp;postID=6133308837880982321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097247586859298895/posts/default/6133308837880982321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097247586859298895/posts/default/6133308837880982321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com/2007/12/oh-god-how-it-kills-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Chanelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05146015540819527650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WuWFj3zSzgE/TT-gvgAwwMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/b6bcdchZJrc/s220/IMG_4987.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2097247586859298895.post-3088637667649187555</id><published>2007-12-11T20:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T21:07:25.688-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Clouds of breath incircle our heads. A foggy halo that erases everyone from existence except you and me. It's the hall way kisses, and the hugs that whisper in my ear that you are always there for me. It's all i'll ever need or want to wake up beside you and know that your mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2097247586859298895-3088637667649187555?l=keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com/feeds/3088637667649187555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2097247586859298895&amp;postID=3088637667649187555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097247586859298895/posts/default/3088637667649187555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097247586859298895/posts/default/3088637667649187555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com/2007/12/clouds-of-breath-incircle-our-heads.html' title=''/><author><name>Chanelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05146015540819527650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WuWFj3zSzgE/TT-gvgAwwMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/b6bcdchZJrc/s220/IMG_4987.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2097247586859298895.post-3875670155864411775</id><published>2007-11-29T17:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T19:05:32.132-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Notebook # ?</title><content type='html'>I'm at sixes and sevens with everything in my life. There are too many things and not enough time. I make more exscuses than I have any right. Whats wrong with me? Don't say everything is alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I'm sure of is that I'm not sure of anything. The only thing I know is that I don't know anything. The only thing that is easy is you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm plumeting in a fall that will have a heartfelt impact. I'm falling with the tempo thats I can feel from the speakers. Rate this song just a notch above the rest. Even though it is rather simple. I am at a loss for words to describe how I feel about you. I love you doesnt feel like enough. All my witty one-liners are erased when you are on my mind. Which, darling, is all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't need you tonight. I need you forever. As long as you're mine. I'll be okay. I'll be alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darling I don't blame you. You can't help it anymore than I. I'll sing you this suffering lullaby and hope it eases your mind. I couldn't avoid this addiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had nothing to prove, except to myself. Everything I've ever done was for everybody else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It starts. A slow unraveling of sainity. Let go of who you are and who you ever hope to be. Dare to trust me. Let love break you down. I'm coming undone in your arms. Let love build us up, stronger and better. New and Improved. We are stronger together than if we ever dared to stand alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2097247586859298895-3875670155864411775?l=keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com/feeds/3875670155864411775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2097247586859298895&amp;postID=3875670155864411775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097247586859298895/posts/default/3875670155864411775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097247586859298895/posts/default/3875670155864411775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com/2007/11/notebook.html' title='Notebook # ?'/><author><name>Chanelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05146015540819527650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WuWFj3zSzgE/TT-gvgAwwMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/b6bcdchZJrc/s220/IMG_4987.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2097247586859298895.post-7008639549826039800</id><published>2007-10-18T22:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T13:51:00.387-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Darling I Love You Like A Photo Negative Of My Refection.</title><content type='html'>All I can think is how selfish I am as I stare into the mirror and scrub at the tear stained cheeks. I promise to be there for you but I'm not even reliable to my own thoughts. I'd give my soul to posses what it takes to be half the person you are. I take first place in the pagent of disappointments and fakes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2097247586859298895-7008639549826039800?l=keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com/feeds/7008639549826039800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2097247586859298895&amp;postID=7008639549826039800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097247586859298895/posts/default/7008639549826039800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097247586859298895/posts/default/7008639549826039800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com/2007/10/darling-i-love-you-like-photo-negative.html' title='Darling I Love You Like A Photo Negative Of My Refection.'/><author><name>Chanelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05146015540819527650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WuWFj3zSzgE/TT-gvgAwwMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/b6bcdchZJrc/s220/IMG_4987.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2097247586859298895.post-3181243867407280676</id><published>2007-10-11T13:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T13:25:39.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pity Idiocy....AKA me.</title><content type='html'>I love you like I'll never love anything else. You are the only thing about this town that keeps me going in the middle of the night when I curl up and cry my self to sleep. I cant bear to hurt you but its my only talent. I tried to tell you who I was but you chose to remain blissfuly ignorant behind rose tinted lenses. I'll never be who you think I am. I'm dead weight but you just havent noticed it yet. All I can do is think straight. I've lost everything that I thought ever mattered and all im left with is the consequences of my actions. Ive eaten my own words enough to feel ready to explode. I've made my bed and now I cant get out of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2097247586859298895-3181243867407280676?l=keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com/feeds/3181243867407280676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2097247586859298895&amp;postID=3181243867407280676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097247586859298895/posts/default/3181243867407280676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097247586859298895/posts/default/3181243867407280676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com/2007/10/pity-idiocyaka-me.html' title='Pity Idiocy....AKA me.'/><author><name>Chanelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05146015540819527650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WuWFj3zSzgE/TT-gvgAwwMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/b6bcdchZJrc/s220/IMG_4987.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2097247586859298895.post-7207623643369207580</id><published>2007-07-31T12:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T12:52:57.089-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Helpless Romantic</title><content type='html'>what do you get when you plus me equals way more trouble than I can handle. but I cant fight this attraction anymore than ever did in the past. For better or worse, until lust do us part. I want to trust you but I dont think I can trust myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2097247586859298895-7207623643369207580?l=keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com/feeds/7207623643369207580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2097247586859298895&amp;postID=7207623643369207580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097247586859298895/posts/default/7207623643369207580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097247586859298895/posts/default/7207623643369207580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com/2007/07/helpless-romantic.html' title='Helpless Romantic'/><author><name>Chanelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05146015540819527650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WuWFj3zSzgE/TT-gvgAwwMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/b6bcdchZJrc/s220/IMG_4987.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2097247586859298895.post-7785403605566461512</id><published>2007-07-17T01:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T02:04:56.473-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I write too many of these silly songs that don't mean much at all.</title><content type='html'>You take one step forward and three steps back. at this rate there wont be a crossing of paths. I have a one way trip down a broken road. and no idea where im going to go. if I stumble and fall can I know youll be there? can I know youll be any help at all? are you stuck in your own dead end game. have any of us changed or are we all the same. the destination is all the same, the only variants being whens the grave. its not about the end or where we begin. its about who we have with us through thick and thin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2097247586859298895-7785403605566461512?l=keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com/feeds/7785403605566461512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2097247586859298895&amp;postID=7785403605566461512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097247586859298895/posts/default/7785403605566461512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097247586859298895/posts/default/7785403605566461512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-write-too-many-of-these-silly-songs.html' title='I write too many of these silly songs that don&apos;t mean much at all.'/><author><name>Chanelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05146015540819527650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WuWFj3zSzgE/TT-gvgAwwMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/b6bcdchZJrc/s220/IMG_4987.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2097247586859298895.post-3057086714929378955</id><published>2007-07-17T00:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T12:55:20.988-05:00</updated><title type='text'>1800 reasons that I have to let you go</title><content type='html'>you promised me you you would never lie to me. but what do you call saying you want nothing to do with me. baby I can read you like a childrens book. dont you forget that. I know I wont as each mile keeps ends from meeting. we finally got on the same page and it was torn out of this story. what hurts the most is the could-have-beens and the never-weres. there are 1800 reasons I wont blow your cover. and 1800 reasons I hold myself back. 1800 reasons I cant be with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2097247586859298895-3057086714929378955?l=keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com/feeds/3057086714929378955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2097247586859298895&amp;postID=3057086714929378955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097247586859298895/posts/default/3057086714929378955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097247586859298895/posts/default/3057086714929378955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com/2007/07/1200-reasons-that-i-have-to-let-you-go.html' title='1800 reasons that I have to let you go'/><author><name>Chanelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05146015540819527650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WuWFj3zSzgE/TT-gvgAwwMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/b6bcdchZJrc/s220/IMG_4987.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2097247586859298895.post-7029548156421446188</id><published>2007-07-10T14:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T14:34:41.537-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nostalgic In A Way I Cant Remember</title><content type='html'>You made me feel so small, but not insignificant. Fingertips on exposed flesh. Teeth and skin. Black and Blue. Lace and Lights. Sealed Lips. Pressed hips. Two days short of rest and two hearts way ahead of themselves. I ways known to everyone but themselves. You have to think out of the box and farther away from this picture to see it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2097247586859298895-7029548156421446188?l=keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com/feeds/7029548156421446188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2097247586859298895&amp;postID=7029548156421446188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097247586859298895/posts/default/7029548156421446188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097247586859298895/posts/default/7029548156421446188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com/2007/07/nostalgic-in-way-i-cant-remember.html' title='Nostalgic In A Way I Cant Remember'/><author><name>Chanelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05146015540819527650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WuWFj3zSzgE/TT-gvgAwwMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/b6bcdchZJrc/s220/IMG_4987.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2097247586859298895.post-6858022874356589149</id><published>2007-04-27T22:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T22:13:11.765-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Leave My Lonliness Unbroken"</title><content type='html'>Lipstick prints on the mirror. Is all thats left of me. I stole away in the night. I can't take the tearful goodbyes That won't mean a thing beyond this moment. I'll send my love back in bomb threats.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2097247586859298895-6858022874356589149?l=keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com/feeds/6858022874356589149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2097247586859298895&amp;postID=6858022874356589149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097247586859298895/posts/default/6858022874356589149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097247586859298895/posts/default/6858022874356589149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com/2007/04/leave-my-lonliness-unbroken_27.html' title='&quot;Leave My Lonliness Unbroken&quot;'/><author><name>Chanelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05146015540819527650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WuWFj3zSzgE/TT-gvgAwwMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/b6bcdchZJrc/s220/IMG_4987.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2097247586859298895.post-5165128427186210918</id><published>2007-04-27T22:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T22:12:05.355-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's No big deal. What are a few more secrects between best friends. she said "You're so lucky to have someone like him." Yeah. thats me the luckiest girl in the world. Leaving without saying hello. 'Wana get out of this place?' I'm already out the door.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2097247586859298895-5165128427186210918?l=keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com/feeds/5165128427186210918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2097247586859298895&amp;postID=5165128427186210918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097247586859298895/posts/default/5165128427186210918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097247586859298895/posts/default/5165128427186210918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com/2007/04/leave-my-lonliness-unbroken.html' title=''/><author><name>Chanelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05146015540819527650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WuWFj3zSzgE/TT-gvgAwwMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/b6bcdchZJrc/s220/IMG_4987.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2097247586859298895.post-1607283305944756988</id><published>2007-04-27T22:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T22:07:41.962-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is hell and the high watermark is just above my chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell Me I didn't waste those 11:11 wishes on you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starry eyes and whispered goodbyes. Just a breath on waiting lips and pressed hips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ran out the door. left my life at home. I've got directions, but nowhere to go. where the 'X' should be is the empty space where my heart once resided.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2097247586859298895-1607283305944756988?l=keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com/feeds/1607283305944756988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2097247586859298895&amp;postID=1607283305944756988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097247586859298895/posts/default/1607283305944756988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097247586859298895/posts/default/1607283305944756988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com/2007/04/this-is-hell-and-high-watermark-is-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Chanelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05146015540819527650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WuWFj3zSzgE/TT-gvgAwwMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/b6bcdchZJrc/s220/IMG_4987.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2097247586859298895.post-4617838913097723706</id><published>2007-04-27T22:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T22:03:54.389-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Silent Ringing</title><content type='html'>Chasing after best friends. take me, take me. how was your day? because mine was lonely. thanks for letting me know you cared. thanks for always being there. P.S. note my sarcasm. Going back to the beginng won't change a thing. All I can do is get out and don't look back. Everytime I try to tell you No you jerk the chain wrapped tight around my throat and flip on the flair for dramatics and false 'I Love You's. It's too late, too late.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2097247586859298895-4617838913097723706?l=keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com/feeds/4617838913097723706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2097247586859298895&amp;postID=4617838913097723706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097247586859298895/posts/default/4617838913097723706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097247586859298895/posts/default/4617838913097723706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com/2007/04/silent-ringing.html' title='Silent Ringing'/><author><name>Chanelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05146015540819527650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WuWFj3zSzgE/TT-gvgAwwMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/b6bcdchZJrc/s220/IMG_4987.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2097247586859298895.post-1786720620779743016</id><published>2007-04-27T21:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T22:00:22.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Generation "Y" Should I Care</title><content type='html'>This is a part of the "no future generation" Imediate gratification and no consideration. You're striving to get out and be 'in' This murder scene of this tragic act that is a badly written play, only you are sitting in the audience. The critics reviewed that those attending are dressed to kill. So it might as well be a hit. Though thye forgot to mention the victims: the characters onstage and yours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2097247586859298895-1786720620779743016?l=keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com/feeds/1786720620779743016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2097247586859298895&amp;postID=1786720620779743016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097247586859298895/posts/default/1786720620779743016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097247586859298895/posts/default/1786720620779743016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com/2007/04/generation-y-should-i-care.html' title='Generation &quot;Y&quot; Should I Care'/><author><name>Chanelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05146015540819527650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WuWFj3zSzgE/TT-gvgAwwMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/b6bcdchZJrc/s220/IMG_4987.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2097247586859298895.post-3205438341739097310</id><published>2007-04-09T04:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T04:02:47.038-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Diamond dusted eyes in a crowd of fakes. though they may shine brighter only the genuine shine true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2097247586859298895-3205438341739097310?l=keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com/feeds/3205438341739097310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2097247586859298895&amp;postID=3205438341739097310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097247586859298895/posts/default/3205438341739097310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097247586859298895/posts/default/3205438341739097310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com/2007/04/diamond-dusted-eyes-in-crowd-of-fakes.html' title=''/><author><name>Chanelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05146015540819527650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WuWFj3zSzgE/TT-gvgAwwMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/b6bcdchZJrc/s220/IMG_4987.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2097247586859298895.post-7715442568771699359</id><published>2007-04-07T01:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T01:16:42.438-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Better That You Don't See The Real Me For The Sake Of Your Nights</title><content type='html'>late nights with just me and that flashing line. I put my fingers to the keys but nothing comes out. the output im allowed is taken by one oversized mouth that doesnt know when to shut up if it slit its throat. I'm just as bad as the next person the lies just slip off my tounge like cars off bridges.  maybe if I do it enough I can convince myself that its true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2097247586859298895-7715442568771699359?l=keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com/feeds/7715442568771699359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2097247586859298895&amp;postID=7715442568771699359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097247586859298895/posts/default/7715442568771699359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097247586859298895/posts/default/7715442568771699359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com/2007/04/its-better-that-you-dont-see-real-me.html' title='It&apos;s Better That You Don&apos;t See The Real Me For The Sake Of Your Nights'/><author><name>Chanelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05146015540819527650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WuWFj3zSzgE/TT-gvgAwwMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/b6bcdchZJrc/s220/IMG_4987.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2097247586859298895.post-8649935192582398271</id><published>2007-03-27T00:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T00:12:51.374-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This Lullaby Whispered Through Speakers into Late Night Hearts and Heavy Dreams.</title><content type='html'>I open my eyes and close them at the same time. Begging for you to be here and begging you to disappear. I don't want/need the distraction of your lips on my neck and your hands wrapped around my throat. Scream out into the night that you love me. One more little white lie wont make a difference. The list grows every day, the names. Mine is the last on the list penned in the lifeblood of shattered hearts and broken dreams. This Lullaby whispered through speakers into late night hearts and heavy dreams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2097247586859298895-8649935192582398271?l=keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com/feeds/8649935192582398271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2097247586859298895&amp;postID=8649935192582398271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097247586859298895/posts/default/8649935192582398271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097247586859298895/posts/default/8649935192582398271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com/2007/03/this-lullaby-whispered-through-speakers.html' title='This Lullaby Whispered Through Speakers into Late Night Hearts and Heavy Dreams.'/><author><name>Chanelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05146015540819527650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WuWFj3zSzgE/TT-gvgAwwMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/b6bcdchZJrc/s220/IMG_4987.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2097247586859298895.post-1112537497032547464</id><published>2007-03-19T19:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T19:09:41.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'>music vs. you</title><content type='html'>just one more unfullfilled dream&lt;br /&gt;except at night&lt;br /&gt;when the music pumps through the speakers into willing ears&lt;br /&gt;but can't fill the already full hearts&lt;br /&gt;and reflects in starry eyes dazed by the lights and the fame&lt;br /&gt;too good to be true vs. it wasn't  there in the first place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im standing on this stage&lt;br /&gt;ready to be gutted and hung on humorous gallows&lt;br /&gt;my heartstrings are wrapped tight around my throat&lt;br /&gt;and you have every intention to watch me choke&lt;br /&gt;the morbid irony of late nights vs. the distance between us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2097247586859298895-1112537497032547464?l=keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com/feeds/1112537497032547464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2097247586859298895&amp;postID=1112537497032547464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097247586859298895/posts/default/1112537497032547464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097247586859298895/posts/default/1112537497032547464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com/2007/03/music-vs-you.html' title='music vs. you'/><author><name>Chanelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05146015540819527650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WuWFj3zSzgE/TT-gvgAwwMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/b6bcdchZJrc/s220/IMG_4987.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2097247586859298895.post-3172404578588611885</id><published>2007-03-18T22:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T22:27:50.779-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Curse of You</title><content type='html'>the words coming out of my speakers&lt;br /&gt;are just to damn apt to apply to this situation&lt;br /&gt;eyes closed lips pressed close&lt;br /&gt;just one touch means more than most&lt;br /&gt;promise you'll never leave me&lt;br /&gt;promise you'll always be.&lt;br /&gt;promise me you aren't just a dream.&lt;br /&gt;you'll never know the butterflies you give me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2097247586859298895-3172404578588611885?l=keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com/feeds/3172404578588611885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2097247586859298895&amp;postID=3172404578588611885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097247586859298895/posts/default/3172404578588611885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097247586859298895/posts/default/3172404578588611885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com/2007/03/curse-of-you.html' title='The Curse of You'/><author><name>Chanelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05146015540819527650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WuWFj3zSzgE/TT-gvgAwwMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/b6bcdchZJrc/s220/IMG_4987.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2097247586859298895.post-3724165286379279943</id><published>2007-03-11T14:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T15:04:05.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If the road to hell is paved with good intentions what is the road to heaven paved with?</title><content type='html'>Instead of making it we're breaking it&lt;br /&gt;hearts crumble left and right at our fingertips&lt;br /&gt;we latch on tight and take you along for the ride.&lt;br /&gt;down a road paved with not so good intentions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2097247586859298895-3724165286379279943?l=keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com/feeds/3724165286379279943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2097247586859298895&amp;postID=3724165286379279943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097247586859298895/posts/default/3724165286379279943'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;baby you dont know half the truth in that&lt;br /&gt;I'll come back into your arms everytime.&lt;br /&gt;and sting as I do&lt;br /&gt;a snap back to daydreams and late night fantasies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2097247586859298895-1265452133465897774?l=keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com/feeds/1265452133465897774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2097247586859298895&amp;postID=1265452133465897774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097247586859298895/posts/default/1265452133465897774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097247586859298895/posts/default/1265452133465897774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com/2007/03/rubber-band-effect.html' title='The Rubber Band Effect'/><author><name>Chanelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05146015540819527650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WuWFj3zSzgE/TT-gvgAwwMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/b6bcdchZJrc/s220/IMG_4987.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2097247586859298895.post-3157763505190743665</id><published>2007-03-10T01:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T01:15:54.475-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Threw Caution to the Wind, But I've got a Lousy Arm</title><content type='html'>My eyes burn from the salt in these open wounds.&lt;br /&gt;Drowning all my fears in the release of tears.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I wont be able to say "its all better."&lt;br /&gt;But for now my eyes run wetter Than you'll ever know.&lt;br /&gt;It breaks my heart to leave you behind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2097247586859298895-3157763505190743665?l=keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com/feeds/3157763505190743665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2097247586859298895&amp;postID=3157763505190743665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097247586859298895/posts/default/3157763505190743665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097247586859298895/posts/default/3157763505190743665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com/2007/03/threw-caution-to-wind-but-ive-got-lousy.html' title='&quot;Threw Caution to the Wind, But I&apos;ve got a Lousy Arm'/><author><name>Chanelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05146015540819527650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WuWFj3zSzgE/TT-gvgAwwMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/b6bcdchZJrc/s220/IMG_4987.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2097247586859298895.post-8749212335197328682</id><published>2007-03-05T21:27:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T01:18:39.136-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Its a strange way of saying that I know Im supposed to love you."</title><content type='html'>I said I wanted to yell him for hanging on her.&lt;br /&gt;When all she ever did was hurt him.&lt;br /&gt;No need to tell me to turn those tables.&lt;br /&gt;I already regularly beat myself up over it.&lt;br /&gt;Whats worse?&lt;br /&gt;Having been lead on to be loved&lt;br /&gt;Or never loved at all.&lt;br /&gt;Is it wrong that I love you?&lt;br /&gt;Or just a case of not knowing a good thing when I see it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2097247586859298895-8749212335197328682?l=keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com/feeds/8749212335197328682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2097247586859298895&amp;postID=8749212335197328682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097247586859298895/posts/default/8749212335197328682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097247586859298895/posts/default/8749212335197328682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com/2007/03/its-strange-way-of-saying-im-supposed_05.html' title='&quot;Its a strange way of saying that I know Im supposed to love you.&quot;'/><author><name>Chanelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05146015540819527650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WuWFj3zSzgE/TT-gvgAwwMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/b6bcdchZJrc/s220/IMG_4987.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2097247586859298895.post-8886123169400658051</id><published>2007-03-04T22:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T22:09:48.055-06:00</updated><title type='text'>freedom approaches.</title><content type='html'>it has been pointed out to me that in exactly 13 months.&lt;br /&gt;I will be 18&lt;br /&gt;I can finally get out of this fucked up relationship&lt;br /&gt;but im terrified.&lt;br /&gt;I cant do this&lt;br /&gt;as much as I  await that day&lt;br /&gt;I wish it would never come&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2097247586859298895-8886123169400658051?l=keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WuWFj3zSzgE/TT-gvgAwwMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/b6bcdchZJrc/s220/IMG_4987.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2097247586859298895.post-8952444725513885461</id><published>2007-03-04T21:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T21:53:57.889-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"I'm addicted to the way I feel when I think of you."</title><content type='html'>one more broken heart&lt;br /&gt;on one more torn sleeve&lt;br /&gt;but I'll give it to you anytime you want&lt;br /&gt;beyond all reason&lt;br /&gt;I will always love you&lt;br /&gt;the Damage of falling has already been done&lt;br /&gt;Why climb the ladder of sainity&lt;br /&gt;to just risk falling again&lt;br /&gt;this time harder.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it takes to keep you around.&lt;br /&gt;ask anyting of me and I'll try my best&lt;br /&gt;I dont know where I would be if I lost you&lt;br /&gt;though its not like I ever had you to begin with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2097247586859298895-8952444725513885461?l=keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com/feeds/8952444725513885461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2097247586859298895&amp;postID=8952444725513885461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097247586859298895/posts/default/8952444725513885461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097247586859298895/posts/default/8952444725513885461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-addicted-to-way-i-feel-when-i-think.html' title='&quot;I&apos;m addicted to the way I feel when I think of you.&quot;'/><author><name>Chanelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05146015540819527650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WuWFj3zSzgE/TT-gvgAwwMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/b6bcdchZJrc/s220/IMG_4987.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2097247586859298895.post-3039851489029333796</id><published>2007-03-01T23:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T23:32:04.802-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Notebook in my Pocket Holds my Darkest Secrets</title><content type='html'>the only thing that seems to hold my tounge is your mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could hate you&lt;br /&gt;but all my hate is wasted on myself.&lt;br /&gt;It would all be so much easier if I didnt care,&lt;br /&gt;but my mind cant bare the thought of not dreaming of you.&lt;br /&gt;You are always in my heart and on my mind&lt;br /&gt;what a pleasant weight of you on top of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grin and dont bare it&lt;br /&gt;just dont let them know how much it hurts&lt;br /&gt;be honest to a fault lets get ready to rumble&lt;br /&gt;quake my world&lt;br /&gt;all it takes is a little bit of friction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only write when Im miserable&lt;br /&gt;and darling i have a whole novel devoted to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you've created a monster&lt;br /&gt;you told me to do it&lt;br /&gt;and darling oh did I ever&lt;br /&gt;I stalk you in early morning dreams&lt;br /&gt;and in the hallways of your memories&lt;br /&gt;In your bedroom&lt;br /&gt;you'll  find me wearing nothing&lt;br /&gt;but my heart on my sleeve&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2097247586859298895-3039851489029333796?l=keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WuWFj3zSzgE/TT-gvgAwwMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/b6bcdchZJrc/s220/IMG_4987.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2097247586859298895.post-3466889161342773143</id><published>2007-02-20T00:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T00:52:48.449-06:00</updated><title type='text'>To Weak To Live. To Weak To Die</title><content type='html'>I used to say "I should take my own advice" but where am I left when there is no advice to be taken. Truly lost. Though I don't know where I'm trying to go therefore it shouldnt matter. Pick up the few pieces of my life that I can carry and walk out that door and never look back. I can't see the future and to be honest I cant see past the end of my nose. Im already flat on the ground what does it matter if I trip and fall. at least I'll be moving. What am I saying. I don't have the strength to pick myself up let alone walk out the door. I wish they would just lock me away somewhere and give me something to make it all fade away. I cant stand this much longer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2097247586859298895-3466889161342773143?l=keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com/feeds/3466889161342773143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2097247586859298895&amp;postID=3466889161342773143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097247586859298895/posts/default/3466889161342773143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097247586859298895/posts/default/3466889161342773143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com/2007/02/to-weak-to-live-to-weak-to-die.html' title='To Weak To Live. To Weak To Die'/><author><name>Chanelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05146015540819527650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WuWFj3zSzgE/TT-gvgAwwMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/b6bcdchZJrc/s220/IMG_4987.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2097247586859298895.post-5323893623381982924</id><published>2007-02-20T00:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T00:43:25.368-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Put Out The Light, And Then Put Out The Light."</title><content type='html'>you told me to believe&lt;br /&gt;and hold on just a little longer.&lt;br /&gt;but believing is for fairy tales.&lt;br /&gt;im no hero,&lt;br /&gt;but im definately tragic.&lt;br /&gt;I'm Othello and my Desdemona is the future.&lt;br /&gt;I killed us both.&lt;br /&gt;This is the final curtain.&lt;br /&gt;All my acts are coming to a close.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a badly written play.&lt;br /&gt;There wont be any applause.&lt;br /&gt;I don't deserve it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;This cant really be considered an end,&lt;br /&gt;since it never really existed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2097247586859298895-5323893623381982924?l=keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com/feeds/5323893623381982924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2097247586859298895&amp;postID=5323893623381982924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097247586859298895/posts/default/5323893623381982924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097247586859298895/posts/default/5323893623381982924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com/2007/02/put-out-light-and-then-put-out-light.html' title='&quot;Put Out The Light, And Then Put Out The Light.&quot;'/><author><name>Chanelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05146015540819527650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WuWFj3zSzgE/TT-gvgAwwMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/b6bcdchZJrc/s220/IMG_4987.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2097247586859298895.post-8289186208113934134</id><published>2007-01-14T12:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T13:01:18.124-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lullaby for Insomniacs</title><content type='html'>Hush darling&lt;br /&gt;i'll hold the terrors at bay&lt;br /&gt;lay your weary head down&lt;br /&gt;close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;dont make a sound&lt;br /&gt;there is nothing left for you to say&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2097247586859298895-8289186208113934134?l=keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com/feeds/8289186208113934134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2097247586859298895&amp;postID=8289186208113934134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097247586859298895/posts/default/8289186208113934134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097247586859298895/posts/default/8289186208113934134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com/2007/01/lullaby-for-insomniacs.html' title='Lullaby for Insomniacs'/><author><name>Chanelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05146015540819527650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WuWFj3zSzgE/TT-gvgAwwMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/b6bcdchZJrc/s220/IMG_4987.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2097247586859298895.post-3819919288768931715</id><published>2006-12-22T02:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T02:34:30.418-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happily Ever Never</title><content type='html'>I keep getting addicted to the bad story lines of bad writers.&lt;br /&gt;suffer through the computer talk and slang.&lt;br /&gt;to find out what I already know.&lt;br /&gt;one more cliche after another.&lt;br /&gt;many of them start to sound like my life.&lt;br /&gt;minus the romance and happy endings.&lt;br /&gt;what is a happy ending when really the story continues on&lt;br /&gt;what is the life after&lt;br /&gt;do the princess and prince charming stat having martial problems?&lt;br /&gt;does the prince go out and cheat with the barmaids?&lt;br /&gt;Its nights like this when I ponder things like this.&lt;br /&gt;do the happy endings ever stay happy.&lt;br /&gt;and if in that sense they really arent endings at all.&lt;br /&gt;therefore are there no happy endings.&lt;br /&gt;but hte optisimist in me says that doesnt mean they are all UNhappy endings.&lt;br /&gt;one more of lifes riddles...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2097247586859298895-3819919288768931715?l=keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WuWFj3zSzgE/TT-gvgAwwMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/b6bcdchZJrc/s220/IMG_4987.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2097247586859298895.post-71378458722764829</id><published>2006-12-19T00:30:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T00:34:55.922-06:00</updated><title type='text'>When You Hit Rock Bottom The Only Way Is Up</title><content type='html'>take those pills out of your pockets.&lt;br /&gt;It will be so easy to throw them down the drain.&lt;br /&gt;Along with the wieght of the world&lt;br /&gt;Pass it on down.&lt;br /&gt;Let me carry some of it for you.&lt;br /&gt;Your weakness makes me strong.&lt;br /&gt;In that I want to help.&lt;br /&gt;Like an adrenaline rush.&lt;br /&gt;I have more than enough brawn to protect you.&lt;br /&gt;If only you would give me the Chance.&lt;br /&gt;There is a light at the end of the tunnel&lt;br /&gt;Even if you cant see it yet.&lt;br /&gt;Ill be your light If you need it&lt;br /&gt;Lean on me&lt;br /&gt;Or cry on my shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;I offer everything I can give&lt;br /&gt;Ill blame myself If you dont pull through&lt;br /&gt;Ill blame myself that I wasnt strong enought to save you.&lt;br /&gt;Be okay.&lt;br /&gt;It will all be okay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2097247586859298895-71378458722764829?l=keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com/feeds/71378458722764829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2097247586859298895&amp;postID=71378458722764829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097247586859298895/posts/default/71378458722764829'/><link rel='self' 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in through the window watching my family decorate the chirstmas tree.&lt;br /&gt;and for once in my life not caring that I am the outsider.&lt;br /&gt;Im glad to not be a part of it this year.&lt;br /&gt;Just call me Ebenezer Scrooge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2097247586859298895-8910091197967655717?l=keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com/feeds/8910091197967655717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2097247586859298895&amp;postID=8910091197967655717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097247586859298895/posts/default/8910091197967655717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097247586859298895/posts/default/8910091197967655717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com/2006/12/what-happened-to-all-that-this-time-of.html' title='Merry Christmas Fuckers'/><author><name>Chanelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05146015540819527650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WuWFj3zSzgE/TT-gvgAwwMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/b6bcdchZJrc/s220/IMG_4987.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2097247586859298895.post-2614741070435642743</id><published>2006-12-15T17:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T17:11:08.076-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Unnoticable</title><content type='html'>I dont want to turn into just another face in the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;You mean so much to me.&lt;br /&gt;But truly dont even know I exist.&lt;br /&gt;Its a cruel world.&lt;br /&gt;that makes us fall in love with four things we can never have.&lt;br /&gt;Let alone know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2097247586859298895-2614741070435642743?l=keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com/feeds/2614741070435642743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2097247586859298895&amp;postID=2614741070435642743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097247586859298895/posts/default/2614741070435642743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097247586859298895/posts/default/2614741070435642743'/><link rel='alternate' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2097247586859298895-1108144319771295821?l=keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com/feeds/1108144319771295821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2097247586859298895&amp;postID=1108144319771295821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097247586859298895/posts/default/1108144319771295821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097247586859298895/posts/default/1108144319771295821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com/2006/12/boys-will-be-boys-but-girls-are-much.html' title='Deceptive'/><author><name>Chanelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05146015540819527650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WuWFj3zSzgE/TT-gvgAwwMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/b6bcdchZJrc/s220/IMG_4987.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2097247586859298895.post-8521814169295528824</id><published>2006-12-10T02:26:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T02:26:47.366-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I write these words.&lt;br /&gt;And play God.&lt;br /&gt;In my own head is the only place I feel in control.&lt;br /&gt;Even then it's only part of the time.&lt;br /&gt;Im just a lonely writier.&lt;br /&gt;Playing with toys know as word.&lt;br /&gt;Wearing a cape and a paper sign that says GOD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2097247586859298895-8521814169295528824?l=keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com/feeds/8521814169295528824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2097247586859298895&amp;postID=8521814169295528824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097247586859298895/posts/default/8521814169295528824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097247586859298895/posts/default/8521814169295528824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-write-these-words.html' title=''/><author><name>Chanelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05146015540819527650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WuWFj3zSzgE/TT-gvgAwwMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/b6bcdchZJrc/s220/IMG_4987.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2097247586859298895.post-5712525054140709323</id><published>2006-12-10T02:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T02:26:20.522-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so insignificant in this world of magnificent.&lt;br /&gt;I'm basking in your limelight.&lt;br /&gt;begging for just a small sour taste&lt;br /&gt;You have lifted me up so many times without knowing.&lt;br /&gt;it brings me down to have no way to show it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2097247586859298895-5712525054140709323?l=keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com/feeds/5712525054140709323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2097247586859298895&amp;postID=5712525054140709323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097247586859298895/posts/default/5712525054140709323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097247586859298895/posts/default/5712525054140709323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com/2006/12/so-insignificant-in-this-world-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Chanelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05146015540819527650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WuWFj3zSzgE/TT-gvgAwwMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/b6bcdchZJrc/s220/IMG_4987.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2097247586859298895.post-2912775206501731565</id><published>2006-12-10T02:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T02:25:27.645-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Im memorium</title><content type='html'>It's nights like tonight that make me rember why he was my best friend:&lt;br /&gt;I miss the boy who was my best freind.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the boy who used to text me at midnight:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Whisper* Chanelle? you awake?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but because he looks so much older.&lt;br /&gt;I forget he's just a &lt;em&gt;boy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not a man.&lt;br /&gt;he scares me.&lt;br /&gt;because he shows me I'm not fearless.&lt;br /&gt;There are things about me he gets that nobody else does.&lt;br /&gt;It's nice to know you don't suffer alone.&lt;br /&gt;I want to tell him all of this.&lt;br /&gt;But Im afraid he will push me further away.&lt;br /&gt;Just like last time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2097247586859298895-2912775206501731565?l=keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com/feeds/2912775206501731565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2097247586859298895&amp;postID=2912775206501731565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097247586859298895/posts/default/2912775206501731565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097247586859298895/posts/default/2912775206501731565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-memorium.html' title='Im memorium'/><author><name>Chanelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05146015540819527650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WuWFj3zSzgE/TT-gvgAwwMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/b6bcdchZJrc/s220/IMG_4987.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2097247586859298895.post-6043422376118084294</id><published>2006-12-10T02:22:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T02:24:00.413-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I gave you my heart.&lt;br /&gt;refundable for thirty days.&lt;br /&gt;you returned it.&lt;br /&gt;broken in half.&lt;br /&gt;Im the one at a loss here.&lt;br /&gt;while you walked away unscathed.&lt;br /&gt;I was left begging for an early grave.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2097247586859298895-6043422376118084294?l=keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com/feeds/6043422376118084294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2097247586859298895&amp;postID=6043422376118084294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097247586859298895/posts/default/6043422376118084294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097247586859298895/posts/default/6043422376118084294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-gave-you-my-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>Chanelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05146015540819527650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WuWFj3zSzgE/TT-gvgAwwMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/b6bcdchZJrc/s220/IMG_4987.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2097247586859298895.post-1160367929101722929</id><published>2006-12-10T02:22:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T02:22:45.250-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>there is a good reason these are always short.&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing worth saying.&lt;br /&gt;nothing that your ears or eyes will ever care.&lt;br /&gt;I try and imitate.but only intimidate.&lt;br /&gt;myself.&lt;br /&gt;I take up blank space.and spread my feathers&lt;br /&gt;.in hopes to ruffle yours.&lt;br /&gt;to make myself look bigger.&lt;br /&gt;so that hopefully you can see me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2097247586859298895-1160367929101722929?l=keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com/feeds/1160367929101722929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2097247586859298895&amp;postID=1160367929101722929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097247586859298895/posts/default/1160367929101722929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097247586859298895/posts/default/1160367929101722929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com/2006/12/there-is-good-reason-these-are-always.html' title=''/><author><name>Chanelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05146015540819527650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WuWFj3zSzgE/TT-gvgAwwMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/b6bcdchZJrc/s220/IMG_4987.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2097247586859298895.post-1257905509572086055</id><published>2006-12-10T02:21:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T02:22:10.263-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I would sell my soul to be able to create the beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you have instilled in my world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear the melody in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I can't get it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the pressure builds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;untill it drips from my eyelashes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2097247586859298895-1257905509572086055?l=keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com/feeds/1257905509572086055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2097247586859298895&amp;postID=1257905509572086055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097247586859298895/posts/default/1257905509572086055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097247586859298895/posts/default/1257905509572086055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-would-sell-my-soul-to-be-able-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Chanelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05146015540819527650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WuWFj3zSzgE/TT-gvgAwwMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/b6bcdchZJrc/s220/IMG_4987.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2097247586859298895.post-734936788091593661</id><published>2006-12-10T02:21:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T02:21:28.416-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sit there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;try to smile and look pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tough luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its not easy to hide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what you keep locked up inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but tend to show to me.ugly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2097247586859298895-734936788091593661?l=keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com/feeds/734936788091593661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2097247586859298895&amp;postID=734936788091593661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097247586859298895/posts/default/734936788091593661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097247586859298895/posts/default/734936788091593661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com/2006/12/sit-there.html' title=''/><author><name>Chanelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05146015540819527650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WuWFj3zSzgE/TT-gvgAwwMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/b6bcdchZJrc/s220/IMG_4987.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2097247586859298895.post-4943840852664512868</id><published>2006-12-10T02:20:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T02:20:36.601-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Good luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or should I say break a leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because all the worlds a stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I might just dive off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and hope to god someone catches me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2097247586859298895-4943840852664512868?l=keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com/feeds/4943840852664512868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2097247586859298895&amp;postID=4943840852664512868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097247586859298895/posts/default/4943840852664512868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097247586859298895/posts/default/4943840852664512868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com/2006/12/good-luck.html' title=''/><author><name>Chanelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05146015540819527650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WuWFj3zSzgE/TT-gvgAwwMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/b6bcdchZJrc/s220/IMG_4987.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2097247586859298895.post-5774904027630439900</id><published>2006-12-10T02:19:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T02:20:16.923-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>music breaks my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet it is the only thing that keeps it beating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I cloulnt hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont think life would be worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music is a way of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It keeps the world going round.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2097247586859298895-5774904027630439900?l=keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com/feeds/5774904027630439900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2097247586859298895&amp;postID=5774904027630439900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097247586859298895/posts/default/5774904027630439900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097247586859298895/posts/default/5774904027630439900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com/2006/12/music-breaks-my-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>Chanelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05146015540819527650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WuWFj3zSzgE/TT-gvgAwwMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/b6bcdchZJrc/s220/IMG_4987.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2097247586859298895.post-4713267044096342360</id><published>2006-12-10T02:19:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T02:19:44.501-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>With me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what you get is what you see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do you see through your eyes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;through mine I see:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a fake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a cliche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a follower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a copy cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an unorignial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all are sins in my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet they are all I ever see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2097247586859298895-4713267044096342360?l=keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com/feeds/4713267044096342360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2097247586859298895&amp;postID=4713267044096342360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097247586859298895/posts/default/4713267044096342360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097247586859298895/posts/default/4713267044096342360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com/2006/12/with-me-what-you-get-is-what-you-see.html' title=''/><author><name>Chanelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05146015540819527650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WuWFj3zSzgE/TT-gvgAwwMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/b6bcdchZJrc/s220/IMG_4987.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2097247586859298895.post-7739663791713192631</id><published>2006-12-10T02:18:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T02:18:47.802-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im fluent is sarcasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So dont' think anything you said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was lost in translation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sweetheart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understood everyword that was dripping with disdane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But frankly I dont care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2097247586859298895-7739663791713192631?l=keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com/feeds/7739663791713192631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2097247586859298895&amp;postID=7739663791713192631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097247586859298895/posts/default/7739663791713192631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097247586859298895/posts/default/7739663791713192631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-fluent-is-sarcasm.html' title=''/><author><name>Chanelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05146015540819527650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WuWFj3zSzgE/TT-gvgAwwMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/b6bcdchZJrc/s220/IMG_4987.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2097247586859298895.post-8961544224447989637</id><published>2006-12-10T02:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T02:18:23.450-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dream on girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because that is all you will have in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;night fades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the dreams stay with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never to come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is a sick sick joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im tired of some puppet master.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tugging at my heart strings.one day they might snap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2097247586859298895-8961544224447989637?l=keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com/feeds/8961544224447989637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2097247586859298895&amp;postID=8961544224447989637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097247586859298895/posts/default/8961544224447989637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2097247586859298895/posts/default/8961544224447989637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com/2006/12/dream-on-girls.html' title=''/><author><name>Chanelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05146015540819527650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WuWFj3zSzgE/TT-gvgAwwMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/b6bcdchZJrc/s220/IMG_4987.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2097247586859298895.post-6514739889722857055</id><published>2006-12-10T02:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T02:17:38.083-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so my old Blog was acting up going to transfer all entires to this one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2097247586859298895-6514739889722857055?l=keepitshortbutnotalwayssweeet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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