<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5566892391111090603</id><updated>2009-03-01T01:28:18.251-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts of A Poet</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quietpoetsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5566892391111090603/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quietpoetsthoughts.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Quiet Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02586298054658655319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5566892391111090603.post-1793086057951353638</id><published>2008-05-15T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T06:41:41.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Angel</title><content type='html'>On Friday, May 9th, 2008; my girlfriend, Sophie Rosslyn, lost her life to a drunk driver. Sophie was my sun and my stars. She was the light of my life and I will never, ever stop loving her. Everyone who was lucky enough to know Sophie can attest to the fact that she was one of the most compassionate, open-minded, accepting, and beautiful people on earth. Sophie was my angel and I believe that she still is in an even &lt;em&gt;more &lt;/em&gt;literal sense.&lt;br /&gt;We shared so much together; the good times and the bad. She stuck with me through so much and my love for her only grew as time flew by. My love for her will never stop growing. We laughed, we cried, we argued, we kissed, we hugged, and so much more during our relationship  that was cut so terribly short by death. Some of you knew Sophie personally and are devastated by her death just like I am. Others did not have the opportunity to know her in person, but I often spoke of her and you came to know her through me.&lt;br /&gt;I am unsure how I will live without my baby. As I said, she was everything to me. I can't imagine life without her gorgeous smile. I already miss the sound of her voice and her wonderful laughter. I miss her amazing eyes and her seemingly flawless face. Everything about Sophie was perfect in my eyes. I worshipped the ground she walked on.&lt;br /&gt;Sophie was much more than just my girlfriend; she was my sweetheart, my "sister", my confidante, and my rescuer, but most of all...she was my best friend. I wish I could hold her one more time, but I can't. These past few days have been spent praying to God to let me see her again. I just want to see her one more time and tell her that I love her more than life itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had so many good times together. I remember when she would stay at my house we would wake up in the middle of the night and eat chocolate ice cream in the kitchen until we got sleepy again. She laughed at most, if not all, of my jokes...no matter how bad they were. I bought her roses for Valentine's Day and she got me concert tickets. One time, when her family was having a garage sale, we didn't want our gay pride flag to get sold so we wrapped ourselves in it and started kissing.&lt;br /&gt;I remember we would go skateboarding together just about every day and try to outdo each other in skate tricks. I had the privilege of playing in the same band with her. I was lead guitar and she was backup. We always had fun performing for people. Even though we'd been dating for over a year, I still tried to impress her. I did all kinds of crazy things to get her to look at me. I wanted her to be happy she was my girlfriend, I hope she was. Even though we argued sometimes, we never went to bed without saying sorry. Whether it be in person, over the phone, or on AIM. We always made up before saying goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;Sophie was my angel and I will never forget her. I don't know how I'll live without her, but I pray to God that I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Goodbye my lover&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Goodbye my friend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You have been the one&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You have been the one&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophie's death has left a gigantic hole in my heart that will &lt;em&gt;never &lt;/em&gt;be filled. &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Say you'll share with me one love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;One lifetime&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Say the word and I will follow you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Share each day with me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Each night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Each morning&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You alone can make my song take flight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's over now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The music of the night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, my angel...you were the only one for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5566892391111090603-1793086057951353638?l=quietpoetsthoughts.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quietpoetsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1793086057951353638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5566892391111090603&amp;postID=1793086057951353638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5566892391111090603/posts/default/1793086057951353638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5566892391111090603/posts/default/1793086057951353638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quietpoetsthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-angel.html' title='My Angel'/><author><name>Quiet Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02586298054658655319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15684556111079870477'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5566892391111090603.post-4127117001138434099</id><published>2008-05-03T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T10:40:57.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's A Girl!</title><content type='html'>A girl &lt;em&gt;hamster&lt;/em&gt;, that is.&lt;br /&gt;I bought me a sweet little chocolate-colored Syrian hamster (aka Teddy Bear hamster) yesterday. She's very gentle and inquisitive. She likes to eat out of my hand and she also likes it when I rub her tiny tummy.&lt;br /&gt;There's one problem, though...I have not a clue what I should name her. =[ So, based on her sweet-natured, curious little personality, I came up with three names that I like. Molli, Lily, or Mocha. Here's where everyone who reads my blog gets to help; I'm going to put up a poll here on my blog listing the three names I'm considering. I'll leave the poll open for a week and once that week is over, whichever name has the most votes will be the winner.&lt;br /&gt;Vote as many times as you wish. Once the official name for my little ham has been decided, I'll post a pic of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the best name win!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS I already consulted with my hamster and she trusts you. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5566892391111090603-4127117001138434099?l=quietpoetsthoughts.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quietpoetsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4127117001138434099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5566892391111090603&amp;postID=4127117001138434099' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5566892391111090603/posts/default/4127117001138434099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5566892391111090603/posts/default/4127117001138434099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quietpoetsthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-girl.html' title='It&apos;s A Girl!'/><author><name>Quiet Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02586298054658655319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15684556111079870477'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5566892391111090603.post-4658582487869762079</id><published>2008-05-01T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T18:06:51.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Friends...My Terrifying, Obnoxious, Wonderfully Annoying Friends</title><content type='html'>I have 4 close friends including my girlfriend, Sophie. The other three are boys; Benny, Derek, and Caleb. Benny is gay, Derek is gay, and Caleb is pansexual. We are an interesting little fivesome (that's not even a word). We have so many weird little inside jokes that we have, in fact, forgotten many of them.&lt;br /&gt;I like the things my friends come up with...so here is a collection of quotes from those nearest and dearest to my heart...my four best friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sophie - The Stubborn Girlfriend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me: "You are a bad dancer and a good kisser. That is why I love you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To her cat: "Why must you make me sneeze?! Dammit!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Benny: "Shut up and eat your f*cking sandwich."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me: "If we weren't in the middle of Wal Mart...I do believe I'd make love to you right now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Benny - The "Emotional" Guy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me: "I like you and all, but good God, you need to update your wardrobe!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To his Science teacher: "Wrong."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To anyone who thinks they're better than him: "B*tch, please."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Derek - The Troublemaker&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Sophie, Benny, Caleb, and me: "Wouldn't it be great if we could start a power ballad in the middle of a Hollister store?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His greatest fear: "I have a pathological fear of Ralph Lauren. Not the clothes, but the man himself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His 'Idol': "I want to dip Danny Noriega in chocolate!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Emma: "You deserve a whole hillside of heavenly-scented marigolds."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Caleb - The Voice of Reason&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Sophie, Benny, Derek, and me: "Sit down and shut the f*ck up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Benny: "Stop hitting on me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His 'glory': "I stood on top of that cabbage and spiked that f*cking carrot straight into the ground!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me: "Take a chill pill."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends are awesome and I'd do ANYTHING for them. So guys, if you're reading this...I LOVE YOU!! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5566892391111090603-4658582487869762079?l=quietpoetsthoughts.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quietpoetsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4658582487869762079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5566892391111090603&amp;postID=4658582487869762079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5566892391111090603/posts/default/4658582487869762079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5566892391111090603/posts/default/4658582487869762079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quietpoetsthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-friendsmy-terrifying-obnoxious.html' title='My Friends...My Terrifying, Obnoxious, Wonderfully Annoying Friends'/><author><name>Quiet Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02586298054658655319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15684556111079870477'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5566892391111090603.post-354153600528886889</id><published>2008-04-30T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T13:22:45.640-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='met'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lesbian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>How Sophie And I Met</title><content type='html'>For those of you who don't know, I am a lesbian and I have a lovely girlfriend named Sophie. She is beautiful, smart, funny, and just plain nice to be around. Here's the story of how we met and became lovers. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at a local GSA (Gay-Straight Alliance) meeting and I had to make a speech about an issue that was going on in our community when it came to GLBT rights. After my speech was over, I decided to have a little fun and do the Napoleon Dynamite dance. I had downloaded the song he danced to from the internet and I had it all planned out. The performance went off without a hitch.&lt;br /&gt;Now, my EX-girlfriend, Emily, was in the audience and Sophie, who I was just friends with at the time, was sitting next to her. Emily really didn't like me at that point in time because we had just broken up so she found everything I said and did "really, really immature". She was whispering to Sophie about this while I was dancing (aka being the dork I am) but Sophie didn't see it that way. She had just started coming to the GSA so she was still really shy. After the meeting was over, Sophie came up to me and said, "I came out to my parents the other night." I was happy for her because she'd been hiding it for so long.&lt;br /&gt;Then she said something I couldn't believe, she said, "I think you're really cute and you're definitely charming...do you wanna go out with me?" I couldn't turn her down!! =D&lt;br /&gt;We've been together for a little over a year now and we're still going strong. I love her and she loves me. How much luckier could I be? (I rhymed!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5566892391111090603-354153600528886889?l=quietpoetsthoughts.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quietpoetsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/354153600528886889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5566892391111090603&amp;postID=354153600528886889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5566892391111090603/posts/default/354153600528886889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5566892391111090603/posts/default/354153600528886889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quietpoetsthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/04/how-sophie-and-i-met.html' title='How Sophie And I Met'/><author><name>Quiet Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02586298054658655319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15684556111079870477'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5566892391111090603.post-3205026499325052319</id><published>2008-04-23T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T09:49:04.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We Need Your Help! =]</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone!&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a band called "Living Every Moment" and the local GSA (Gay-Straight Alliance) is holding a battle of the bands. However, the only way we're going to have the chance to play that event is if we get VOTED in. So, here's where you come in! All I'm asking is that you send an e-mail to &lt;a href="mailto:GSAbands@yahoo.com"&gt;GSAbands@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt; with the words "Battle of The Bands" in the subject line and then write "Vote: Living Every Moment" as the message. That's it.&lt;br /&gt;If we get enough votes, we get to play!! Here are the three songs we plan on performing if we get voted in:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Prayer of The Refugee" by Rise Against&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R8iJtSNETMU"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R8iJtSNETMU&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Underclass Hero" by Sum 41&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i1bTsaIf2ww"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i1bTsaIf2ww&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Smashed Into Pieces" by Silverstein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hoJ6ObzGV40"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hoJ6ObzGV40&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to hear us play those three songs, PLEASE, PLEASE vote for us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5566892391111090603-3205026499325052319?l=quietpoetsthoughts.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quietpoetsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3205026499325052319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5566892391111090603&amp;postID=3205026499325052319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5566892391111090603/posts/default/3205026499325052319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5566892391111090603/posts/default/3205026499325052319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quietpoetsthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/04/we-need-your-help.html' title='We Need Your Help! =]'/><author><name>Quiet Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02586298054658655319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15684556111079870477'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5566892391111090603.post-6764254793027789326</id><published>2008-04-16T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T08:46:02.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saosin - You're Not Alone</title><content type='html'>This entry somewhat ties in with my previous one. There is a particular band that I LOVE called Saosin. They have a song out entitled "You're Not Alone" and I want you to hear it. I'm going to post the link to the song and I'll post the lyrics as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the link: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VTGP1BLo2Og"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VTGP1BLo2Og&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The link I posted isn't a video. It's just the audio of the song so don't worry about actually "watching" it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're Not Alone by Saosin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just like him&lt;br /&gt;To wander off in the evergreen park&lt;br /&gt;Slowly searching&lt;br /&gt;For any sign of the ones he used to love&lt;br /&gt;He says he's got nothing left to live for&lt;br /&gt;(He says he's got nothing left)&lt;br /&gt;And this time I think you'll know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not alone&lt;br /&gt;There's more to this I know&lt;br /&gt;You can make it out&lt;br /&gt;You will live to tell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's just like him&lt;br /&gt;Spoiled rotten, confused by the lies shes been fed&lt;br /&gt;She's searching for no one (but herself)&lt;br /&gt;Her eyes turn to green and she seems to be happy that she is here&lt;br /&gt;And this time I think you'll know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not alone&lt;br /&gt;There is more to this I know&lt;br /&gt;You can make it out&lt;br /&gt;You will live to tell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not alone&lt;br /&gt;There is more to this I know&lt;br /&gt;You can make it out&lt;br /&gt;(There is more to know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're not alone&lt;br /&gt;There is more to this I know&lt;br /&gt;You can make it out&lt;br /&gt;You will live to tell&lt;br /&gt;(So tell me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not alone&lt;br /&gt;There is more to this I know&lt;br /&gt;You can make it out&lt;br /&gt;You will live to tell&lt;br /&gt;You're not alone&lt;br /&gt;There is more to this I know&lt;br /&gt;You can make it out&lt;br /&gt;You will live to tell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not alone&lt;br /&gt;You're not, you're not alone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5566892391111090603-6764254793027789326?l=quietpoetsthoughts.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quietpoetsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6764254793027789326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5566892391111090603&amp;postID=6764254793027789326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5566892391111090603/posts/default/6764254793027789326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5566892391111090603/posts/default/6764254793027789326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quietpoetsthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/04/saosin-youre-not-alone.html' title='Saosin - You&apos;re Not Alone'/><author><name>Quiet Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02586298054658655319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15684556111079870477'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5566892391111090603.post-542808115037410787</id><published>2008-04-15T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T11:50:44.799-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='violence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quiet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lonely'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alone'/><title type='text'>You're Not Alone</title><content type='html'>As you may have noticed, I haven't posted in a while. The silence is due to some personal problems I've been dealing with as of late. Things are calming down a bit, so I finally have time to sit and talk to you...which, by the way, is something I absolutely LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;  Today I'm really in the mood for discussing the idea of being alone in this world. So many people feel this way so I felt that it is an appropriate topic to talk about. I know how it feels to get the sense that nobody understands how much pain you're in and that no one cares about you. The sad thing is, that sometimes, it is actually true. Some people really don't have anyone to care about them or understand what they're going through. Life is hard enough but when you factor in the idea of being all alone in this world, that makes it all the more miserable. I'm the kind of person who hates to see people suffering. It tears at me from the inside out to see someone in pain, whether it be physical or emotional.&lt;br /&gt;  I want everyone reading this to know that if you're hurting right now or if something is tearing you apart...you are not alone in that feeling. I am by nature a deeply emotional and introverted person. Most of what goes on with my life occurs within me. I would love to be an extrovert but I must learn to live with myself as I am.&lt;br /&gt;  No doubt many of us would like to end all pain and suffering for good, I know that I sure would. We have the desire, but for some reason, we have yet to develop the &lt;em&gt;power &lt;/em&gt;to cure this problem. Every four years or so some political leader comes around and says something along the lines of, "I'm going to change everything and make it all better!" They do this without realizing that no &lt;em&gt;one &lt;/em&gt;man can change &lt;em&gt;everything&lt;/em&gt;. It takes &lt;em&gt;all of us &lt;/em&gt;to really want a change before anything will start to happen. This brings me back to my topic of being all alone in this world; when we separate ourselves from each other and become divided, nothing can take place for the benefit of everyone. That, in my opinion, is why so many out there are lonely. No one takes the "little people", as it were, into consideration.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;em&gt;Everyone &lt;/em&gt;is frustrated and angry for some reason or another. It doesn't matter whether you are rich or poor, black or white, educated or uneducated, man or woman, young or old...we are &lt;em&gt;all &lt;/em&gt;frustrated with the world around us. If we as humans could learn to love each other freely and without prejudice, we could very well eliminate loneliness and finally begin progress towards curing pain and suffering. If everyone in this world felt loved, they wouldn't get angry and go on rampages, killings hundreds of people!!&lt;br /&gt;  If you feel this way about life and the world in general...you are not alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love and Hope,&lt;br /&gt;Quiet Poet&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5566892391111090603-542808115037410787?l=quietpoetsthoughts.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quietpoetsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/542808115037410787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5566892391111090603&amp;postID=542808115037410787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5566892391111090603/posts/default/542808115037410787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5566892391111090603/posts/default/542808115037410787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quietpoetsthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/04/youre-not-alone.html' title='You&apos;re Not Alone'/><author><name>Quiet Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02586298054658655319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15684556111079870477'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5566892391111090603.post-5821790804760666630</id><published>2008-03-17T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T20:38:25.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Storms Tonight</title><content type='html'>The weather man is forecasting some severe weather tonight for the North Texas area. We're under a tornado watch and several counties to the East have been under tornado warnings throughout the evening. I'm a little nervous but hopefully we'll make it through tonight without a scratch. Let's cross our fingers and hope Arlington, TX gets lucky once again weather-wise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preparing for a rough, sleepless night,&lt;br /&gt;Quiet Poet&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5566892391111090603-5821790804760666630?l=quietpoetsthoughts.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quietpoetsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5821790804760666630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5566892391111090603&amp;postID=5821790804760666630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5566892391111090603/posts/default/5821790804760666630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5566892391111090603/posts/default/5821790804760666630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quietpoetsthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/03/storms-tonight.html' title='Storms Tonight'/><author><name>Quiet Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02586298054658655319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15684556111079870477'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5566892391111090603.post-5191578075550778202</id><published>2008-03-17T17:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T17:40:36.457-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hold'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sorrow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romantic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quiet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poet'/><title type='text'>"Just Take My Hand...Cause I Love You"</title><content type='html'>I was thinking about love today. It comes in so many forms. There's romantic love, friendship love, and countless others that I'm not sure I could name. Is there only one person out there for all of us? Or is there more than one option in love when it comes to being truly happy? Some would say that they've been truly in love with many, and others say that they've only truly loved one. I'm not quite sure where I fit in there. I am still too young to have had every experience when it comes to matters of the heart. I wonder if people can fall as deeply in love with someone as they did with another, or if a certain kind of love is reserved within our souls for just &lt;em&gt;one. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;  &lt;/em&gt;I personally would do anything for the one I love most. If she was dying and the only way to save her was to give her my physical heart, I would. I'd let the doctor's kill me so she could live. Yes, I do believe I would die for her. I can't imagine ever living without her. She is my sun and my stars. I'm not positive if the love I feel for her is romantic or a different kind of love. It is very confusing when you delve deep into this kind of thing. Feelings are elusive and I am not sure if we as humans will ever figure out the enigma that is "love". Why do we love? What inside of us so desperately &lt;em&gt;needs &lt;/em&gt;to feel love? Why would we die for someone we love when our natural state of mind is an individualistic one?&lt;br /&gt;  Love is powerful indeed. That is why we shouldn't play with people's emotions. It can tear you up from the inside out. Love can kill, but it can also bring about life. It is this wholly human emotion that very much amazes and confuses me. I doubt that I will ever fully understand it. Even so, I promise to enjoy every minute of this thing called "love".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5566892391111090603-5191578075550778202?l=quietpoetsthoughts.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quietpoetsthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5191578075550778202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5566892391111090603&amp;postID=5191578075550778202' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5566892391111090603/posts/default/5191578075550778202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5566892391111090603/posts/default/5191578075550778202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quietpoetsthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/03/just-take-my-handcause-i-love-you.html' title='&quot;Just Take My Hand...Cause I Love You&quot;'/><author><name>Quiet Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02586298054658655319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15684556111079870477'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry></feed>