<?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-3601481999586599305</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:02:27.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Synesthesia.</title><subtitle type='html'>Trought My Eyes You'll See What I Never Show By Myself.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xsynesthesiaxpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3601481999586599305/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xsynesthesiaxpoetry.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Charlotte Asphyxia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16632546995612330549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9kRHwlUpLA/SbhlLv87CCI/AAAAAAAAABs/bzzlpLT5qwk/S220/Pic6_smile.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3601481999586599305.post-1743485179118164751</id><published>2009-09-20T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T11:33:29.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Torch Song by Me.</title><content type='html'>And when comes the night...&lt;br /&gt;I always feel desperated, sad, ceptic...&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why.&lt;br /&gt;Why do I have to be the Hunted, and my feelings the Hunters?&lt;br /&gt;Why does it take over me?&lt;br /&gt;Can't I be happy fo once,&lt;br /&gt;Without the other half of the brain keep telling, pushing, pressing me to feel things I don't?&lt;br /&gt;Things from the past? Things I want to get the hell out of it right now?&lt;br /&gt;Can't you be here, next to me once and for all?&lt;br /&gt;At least I was talking to someone,&lt;br /&gt;Instead of writting this stupid text.&lt;br /&gt;This useless, senseless note, that I might regret it later, like I regret being born?&lt;br /&gt;yeah, maybe you could, If you wanted.&lt;br /&gt;But you don't.&lt;br /&gt;You don't.&lt;br /&gt;I regret it.&lt;br /&gt;I regret my life.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to choose other path. But you weren't the angel that lighted me.&lt;br /&gt;I had a bad angel. Fix it.&lt;br /&gt;Happy now? I hope so.&lt;br /&gt;You did it. You made me regret life,&lt;br /&gt;Like some other punk-ass would do.&lt;br /&gt;Congrats.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3601481999586599305-1743485179118164751?l=xsynesthesiaxpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xsynesthesiaxpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/1743485179118164751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xsynesthesiaxpoetry.blogspot.com/2009/09/torch-song-by-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3601481999586599305/posts/default/1743485179118164751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3601481999586599305/posts/default/1743485179118164751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xsynesthesiaxpoetry.blogspot.com/2009/09/torch-song-by-me.html' title='Torch Song by Me.'/><author><name>Charlotte Asphyxia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16632546995612330549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9kRHwlUpLA/SbhlLv87CCI/AAAAAAAAABs/bzzlpLT5qwk/S220/Pic6_smile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3601481999586599305.post-2988312976873002643</id><published>2009-08-09T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T11:05:37.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Did Love Go ? [Chapter I]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yeah, I know my storys can be a little repetitive , hahah xD Anyways, Like i said before:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do Note:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All the caracters in this fiction are pure fiction.&lt;br /&gt;This was not based in any facts.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoy it. :)&lt;br /&gt;Sincerly,&lt;br /&gt;SynesthesiaM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where Did Love Go? [Chapter I]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;January, 10th 2013&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is my photoshoot. It's always exciting each time I do it, because my best friend, Allex can go!&lt;br /&gt;He is the lead vocals for the band 'Sins Trough Your Hands', and he isn't always available to be with me, but when there's a photoshoot, he's there!&lt;br /&gt;But this time is different. He's a model too. It's a Tarina Tarantino's session, one of the most well-known designers.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how neither when, but i became a well-known model. Wherever I go, I'm recognized. I didn't even know models were so famous!&lt;br /&gt;Allex's girlfriend, Chelsea is also a model. She's one of my best friends.&lt;br /&gt;In three days it's my birthday, and in two days it's the photoshoot!&lt;br /&gt;I'm really nervous, I love Allex, and he knows it.&lt;br /&gt;My girlfriend, Holly went to see her family in Portugal. I tought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January, 11th&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's comming closer. Everything is a mess now...&lt;br /&gt;Me and Allex arranged metting at Starbucks. And so we did.&lt;br /&gt;I asked for a cappucino and he asked for a bottle of watter.-The music here is always great.- I exclaimed, giving him my hand, like i was supporting, but to see if he talked a little more. Failed.&lt;br /&gt;-It is.- He agreeded, raising my hand to his lips, giving a kiss.&lt;br /&gt;I ran my hand trough his face, gently. He knew how much I loved him.&lt;br /&gt;-I gotta tell you something. - he said, looking worried.&lt;br /&gt;-Shoot it- I played.&lt;br /&gt;-I know you like me... - I blushed like crazy. - Yes, It's true- I agreeded.&lt;br /&gt;He inclined and gave me a kiss. I interrupted soon as I returned to my head. - Are you nuts? Imagine if Chelsea sees us! - i exclaimed, i was still thinking why did he gave me that kiss.&lt;br /&gt;-I don't wanna know. Let's go. - He said, getting up. I followed him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 12th&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was today!!&lt;br /&gt;The photoshoot was today, at 2pm.&lt;br /&gt;It will be weird. If i already felt attracted to him, imagine only when i finished doing it!&lt;br /&gt;Tarina had changed her style : Now just a few clothes but she also uses sexuality!&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that's right. I had to be there, touching in my best friend's private parts, and he would be touching mines! It would be awkward and weird.&lt;br /&gt;While we were taking photos, were talking and combine a few things.&lt;br /&gt;We talk, most of all, about our relationship, and the fact that he wants to go on and ask me officially to date him.&lt;br /&gt;-But you don't have reason enough to break up with Chels. - I said.&lt;br /&gt;-I do. I'll tell her i found someone else.&lt;br /&gt;-I still think that's not reason enough, specially when i'm one of her best friends.&lt;br /&gt;-You're right... I gotta think better.&lt;br /&gt;The photoshoot's over. Allex gave me a ride home...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3601481999586599305-2988312976873002643?l=xsynesthesiaxpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xsynesthesiaxpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/2988312976873002643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xsynesthesiaxpoetry.blogspot.com/2009/08/where-did-love-go-chapter-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3601481999586599305/posts/default/2988312976873002643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3601481999586599305/posts/default/2988312976873002643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xsynesthesiaxpoetry.blogspot.com/2009/08/where-did-love-go-chapter-i.html' title='Where Did Love Go ? [Chapter I]'/><author><name>Charlotte Asphyxia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16632546995612330549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9kRHwlUpLA/SbhlLv87CCI/AAAAAAAAABs/bzzlpLT5qwk/S220/Pic6_smile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3601481999586599305.post-1379917553440849589</id><published>2009-07-27T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T15:01:50.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Domestic Violence [Chapter II]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Domestic Violence [Chapter II]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The studio had one floor with little compartiments where they could keep the instruments. We hide ourselves there. It was a big, empty, dark and cold room that nobody used.&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, Davey had the key of their compartiment in the pocket.&lt;br /&gt;It was so tight, we decided to sit on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;We were in silence until we heard Jade - They are not here, nobody is! Davey didn't come up today, and Jade i don't know! I haven't seen her for centurys!&lt;br /&gt;When they left the room, I wispered - Jadey's awesome! - He agreed, whispering as well. At the beginning I noticed that he got a little jealous, but it passed. Jade made Sandy leave the building.&lt;br /&gt;- Can I tell you one thing, without ruin our friendship? - He whispered, hugging me tighly.&lt;br /&gt;-Nothing in this world could ruin our friendship. - I said, turning me back, giving him a kiss in the cheek.&lt;br /&gt;- I am attracted to you ... But was afraid that it could ruin- I covered his mouth, gently.&lt;br /&gt;-I don't know what to do, I don't want to mess with Britt. She is one of my best friends ...&lt;br /&gt;-I was going to break up with her anyways. - He said.&lt;br /&gt;Our friendship had more than one color. The floor was dirty, we couldn't see it, because it was dark, but we could feel. We made love.&lt;br /&gt;We left, quietly, to see if Sandy wasn't there anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Soon we entered in the studio, I ran for Jade, thanking him.&lt;br /&gt;-It's your turn to record Davey. - Hunter said.&lt;br /&gt;Jade sat down with me on the couch, while Davey was recording. Jade knew how Davey hated when he wispered to me.&lt;br /&gt;-I know he hates I whisper to you -Jade said, giving Dave a dirty look, laughing.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't stop laughing.&lt;br /&gt;- Do you want to tell me what are those bruisers in your face?&lt;br /&gt;-Is nothing ... - I answered, looking down. The smile was gone.&lt;br /&gt;- Sandy hit you, didn't she? - He said, giving a hug to comfort me.&lt;br /&gt;I Hugged him back. - She didn't hit me because I didn't give her a chance.&lt;br /&gt;-And you did well. - he said, smilling.&lt;br /&gt;Davey finished recording.&lt;br /&gt;-Hey! What's going on here? - He asked, grabbing my hand, pulling me away from Jade.&lt;br /&gt;-Nothing, I was telling what happened with the bruisers on my face.&lt;br /&gt;- Okay, no problem. - He said with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;I skept to the window. Sandy was still down there, in front of her car.&lt;br /&gt;-Who wants to do me a favor? - I asked. -Who wants to go get my things at the car?&lt;br /&gt;- Why don't you go?- Jade asked.&lt;br /&gt;-Because Sandy is down there?&lt;br /&gt;- I'll go! -Adam said.&lt;br /&gt;-Okay, bring me the bag that is in the back seat with my clothes and my hand bag please.- I asked, giving him the key.&lt;br /&gt;I Observed. Sandy was suspicious. She didn't know the registration of my car.&lt;br /&gt;Adam arrived with my stuff. -Thank you, where is the toilet? -I asked.&lt;br /&gt;-Downstairs, I'll take you there.-Davey said. It was down there, I was scared, I didn't want Sandy to see me.&lt;br /&gt;We got into the toilet. Everyone was shocked, because they saw a men entering the girls toilet. I changed my clothes.&lt;br /&gt;I looked inside my bag, to see if there was make-up, or something to remove it.&lt;br /&gt;I found the contact lenses.&lt;br /&gt;-Contact lenses!- He exclaimed. - You are a genius!&lt;br /&gt;I released a high laugh. -No I'm not,I just use it from time to time .- I said still laughing my ass off.&lt;br /&gt;I was changed. We got upstairs. It was time to go home. Sandy was still there.&lt;br /&gt;- Do you think we can sleep here? You know, very thighly ... - Dave said in a joking tone.&lt;br /&gt;-I think it's a good idea, I said, turning and giving him a kiss. - But I am hungry ... Where can we eat ?&lt;br /&gt;-There is a little bar downstairs ...- We left quietly.&lt;br /&gt;Reached it, there was nothing good. Davey made a tea ... His specialty ... We got upstairs ...&lt;br /&gt;We spent the night there.&lt;br /&gt;In the next day morning, they came really slow ...&lt;br /&gt;- Sandy still down there. - Hunter exclaimed still half asleep.&lt;br /&gt;-I know ... - I said in a disappointed tone.&lt;br /&gt;-I had an idea! - Adam exclaimed, waking everyone. - Why don't we call the police and say she is here waiting waiting to beat you?&lt;br /&gt;-The cops wouldn't believe me.&lt;br /&gt;-Why not? I had another idea! - Jade exclaimed. - Let's say she beated Jade, and say she wanted to attack us, and we put a process and an injunction.&lt;br /&gt;- Now that is a good idea! - Hunter said, laughing.&lt;br /&gt;We called the police. Two weeks later was the judgment.&lt;br /&gt;In the same week, Davey brooke up with Britt.&lt;br /&gt;Sandy was in jail for three years ...&lt;br /&gt;She was left with revenge feelings, and after those three years ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3601481999586599305-1379917553440849589?l=xsynesthesiaxpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xsynesthesiaxpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/1379917553440849589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xsynesthesiaxpoetry.blogspot.com/2009/07/domestic-violence-chapter-ii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3601481999586599305/posts/default/1379917553440849589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3601481999586599305/posts/default/1379917553440849589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xsynesthesiaxpoetry.blogspot.com/2009/07/domestic-violence-chapter-ii.html' title='Domestic Violence [Chapter II]'/><author><name>Charlotte Asphyxia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16632546995612330549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9kRHwlUpLA/SbhlLv87CCI/AAAAAAAAABs/bzzlpLT5qwk/S220/Pic6_smile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3601481999586599305.post-8858531988239590816</id><published>2009-07-25T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T14:58:37.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Domestic Violence [Chapter I]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Note:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;All the caracters in this fiction are pure fiction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This was not based in any facts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The only parts that are truth, are that i like my best friend, and our manager was making her way to my girlfriend, so I had to fire her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hope you enjoy it. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sincerly,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;SynesthesiaM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Domestic Violence. [ Chapter I]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Easter Holidays ...&lt;br /&gt;I came home from college.&lt;br /&gt;There was plenty to do, so I met Mariana, to combine to rehearse and record.&lt;br /&gt;Our cd was almost ready, and now all we had to do were collaborations and record.&lt;br /&gt;Combined with our manager, Michelle, to go to my place to tell me what was going on.&lt;br /&gt;Sandy went to see family in Canada, and so would come back in a week. I thought.&lt;br /&gt;Usually I do a lot of noise with the gate and the doors, but that day, didn't.&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly Michelle had not yet appeared, but I ignored.&lt;br /&gt;Went up to my room to change clothes.&lt;br /&gt;Once I openned the door, Sandy and Michelle was rolled in the sheet.&lt;br /&gt;Would be expected. Skip to my wardrobe as if it weren't nothing to me,&lt;br /&gt;I took the clothes I wanted to wear, a pair of pajamas and a change.&lt;br /&gt;-Where do you think you're going? - Asks Sandy, dressing up.&lt;br /&gt;-I will spend the night the house of some friends. I also have rights. - I answered her, as calmly as possible.&lt;br /&gt;I put contact lenses in the bag and ran to the entrance, jumping around as if it weren't nothing with me.&lt;br /&gt;I was getting the keys, she pushed me into the wall grabbing me with all the strength in the face and said:&lt;br /&gt;-You're not going anywhere, you hear? -I Pulled her away, got the keys, and I told her&lt;br /&gt;- I don't belong to anyone! - And I left, running into my car.&lt;br /&gt;Once I arrived,I locked the doors and got the Sidekick.&lt;br /&gt;Starting with the car while I was waiting to get an answer.&lt;br /&gt;-Hey kiddo! - Said a sweet voice on the other side. The smile grew me, even though not having any reasons to smile.&lt;br /&gt;-Hey Bunny. Sorry to call you at this time but are you in the studio? - I asked, so quickly, that didn't give him a chance to ask whatever.&lt;br /&gt;-Yes, why? Are You okay? - He answered. I noticed the concern in his voice.&lt;br /&gt;-Not really, I can go there? - I was about to cry, and he had realized that.&lt;br /&gt;-What is going onn? - He stressed. -of course you can come up here.&lt;br /&gt;I stopped the signal. I noticed that a car equal to the Sandy was chasing me.&lt;br /&gt;I turned the glass to see better, and saw it was her.&lt;br /&gt;The signal opened, and I cut with high speed, because I wanted to get rid of her. I turned off the phone without thanking him.&lt;br /&gt;I did it. I arrived to the studio, and she was no longer following me.&lt;br /&gt;I hurried to met Dave.&lt;br /&gt;I Was already the middle of the stairs, when I hear a shrill voice:&lt;br /&gt;-You cannot be here! - Was the receptionist.&lt;br /&gt;- I came here because I need to talk to Davey. - I said, going up two steps, I turned to her.&lt;br /&gt;She was with three steps of difference of me.&lt;br /&gt;-If someone asks, I wasn't here, i never were, and Davey is not here too, and he didn't come today.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I feel someone to hugging me tightly. I felt his hot breath, when he gave me a kiss on the shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;-Do what she says.- Said that sweet voice that i heard ealier on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;She went downstairs, and sat on the desk.&lt;br /&gt;I turned around and I hugged him tightly, like he did before.&lt;br /&gt;-I missed you! - I said.&lt;br /&gt;-I missed you too. -He said, grabbing my hand and dragging me upstairs.&lt;br /&gt;The studio walls were sound proof. Soon I entered ...&lt;br /&gt;-Hey Dudette! - (Dudette is the feminine of dude.) Jade said, giving me a big hug, making me drop Dave's hand.&lt;br /&gt;- Hii Jadeyy! - I replied.&lt;br /&gt;Then I greeted everyone.&lt;br /&gt;-What do you have in the face? - Jade noticed. They were all looking at me.&lt;br /&gt;That was no falling thing.&lt;br /&gt;-It isn't nothing, I must have fallen ...- I said, quieting them all, despite they knowing what really happened.&lt;br /&gt;Jade did a signal to Dave with the hand, he wanted to talk to him later.&lt;br /&gt;-Do you want to tell me what happened? - Davey said with a serious face.&lt;br /&gt;That man couldn't make a serious face.It was incredible. We sat on the couch, while they were composing.&lt;br /&gt;-Is nothing ... I just wanted to come see you. -I said, laying my head in his legs.&lt;br /&gt;-Don't lie to me. Wanna go for a coffee?&lt;br /&gt;-Sure. - We got up. When we were about to leave, we heard someone downstairs making a scandal. We observed, and it was Sandy. She screamed:&lt;br /&gt;-I know she is here!&lt;br /&gt;-I've said I don't know about who are you talking about! - the receptionist answered.&lt;br /&gt;Jade came out to see what was happening. Suddenly she began to run upstairs and we began too. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3601481999586599305-8858531988239590816?l=xsynesthesiaxpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xsynesthesiaxpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/8858531988239590816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xsynesthesiaxpoetry.blogspot.com/2009/07/domestic-violence-fanfic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3601481999586599305/posts/default/8858531988239590816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3601481999586599305/posts/default/8858531988239590816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xsynesthesiaxpoetry.blogspot.com/2009/07/domestic-violence-fanfic.html' title='Domestic Violence [Chapter I]'/><author><name>Charlotte Asphyxia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16632546995612330549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9kRHwlUpLA/SbhlLv87CCI/AAAAAAAAABs/bzzlpLT5qwk/S220/Pic6_smile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3601481999586599305.post-1508887615768821851</id><published>2009-07-21T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T10:03:40.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Friend.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;My Daddy is my best friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm proud of him&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;He's my world, and without his help i would be in serious troubles.&lt;br /&gt;I must thanks him for being my inspiration for&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; four year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; now.&lt;br /&gt;He likes bunnies. So i call him Bunny. It's cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Describe him by the person he his and not by what he seems? Sure.&lt;br /&gt;He's nice. (it doesn't look like at first sight.)&lt;br /&gt;He's &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;cute&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;He is &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;quiet&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He is &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;funny&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;He's an &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;inspiration&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;tons&lt;/span&gt; of people.&lt;br /&gt;He's a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;singer&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;He has an &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;angelic voice&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;He's a&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; role&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;model&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;He's an &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;actor&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;He's &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;true&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;He's &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;lovely&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;He's &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the perfect best friend&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;He has a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;huge&lt;/span&gt; heart&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;He always tries &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;his best&lt;/span&gt;, in &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;He's &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;gorgeous&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;He has &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;many tattos&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;He has &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;big arms&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;He has &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;good taste&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;He &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;IS&lt;/span&gt; fashion&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Last &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but not least&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;He's &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;my Bunny&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;my BFFL&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;He owns my heart&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Once I had a big crush on him.&lt;br /&gt;So huge, i almost killed myself.&lt;br /&gt;I cut, I cry, I hurt. Not anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;He has a lover&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;She's also &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;my best friend&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I have a life now and I must thank them.&lt;br /&gt;So, thanks for keeping me alive!&lt;br /&gt;And I will love you, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Endlessly&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3601481999586599305-1508887615768821851?l=xsynesthesiaxpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xsynesthesiaxpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/1508887615768821851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xsynesthesiaxpoetry.blogspot.com/2009/07/best-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3601481999586599305/posts/default/1508887615768821851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3601481999586599305/posts/default/1508887615768821851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xsynesthesiaxpoetry.blogspot.com/2009/07/best-friend.html' title='Best Friend.'/><author><name>Charlotte Asphyxia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16632546995612330549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9kRHwlUpLA/SbhlLv87CCI/AAAAAAAAABs/bzzlpLT5qwk/S220/Pic6_smile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3601481999586599305.post-6989198565676707174</id><published>2009-07-13T12:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T12:01:40.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Girl I Know....</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone!&lt;br /&gt;So, I just met a girl, and she wants to be 'Emo'.&lt;br /&gt;I told her i could help her with the culture - No problem.&lt;br /&gt;I made her a few questions, and i told her that 'Emo' persons wear loads of eyeliner.&lt;br /&gt;Guess what, she doesn't even know what eyeliner is.&lt;br /&gt;I told her what it was and everything ok.&lt;br /&gt;Then i told her that Punks and Goths would make fun of her, and she said she didn't know what Punk was! Oh My Gosh. Anyways.&lt;br /&gt;And then i asked her if she liked AFI, she answered yes, and now my question is, how can she listen to AFI and don't know what Punk is?&lt;br /&gt;So, i put on wikipedia, and showed her what Punk was.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha! Oh My Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;Alexa also asked what music she used to hear, and she said Kizomba (that is an african music style). So we thought it would be 'Kizemo'. It's a word, made out by us, and it's what describes her, here are my calcules : african hair + black tight clothes + screams + kizomba music = kizemo.&lt;br /&gt;Then she asked to Alexa if she could be Bisexual, and we were like 'wtf? xD'&lt;br /&gt;She didn't even know what bissexuality was.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3601481999586599305-6989198565676707174?l=xsynesthesiaxpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xsynesthesiaxpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/6989198565676707174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xsynesthesiaxpoetry.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-girl-i-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3601481999586599305/posts/default/6989198565676707174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3601481999586599305/posts/default/6989198565676707174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xsynesthesiaxpoetry.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-girl-i-know.html' title='This Girl I Know....'/><author><name>Charlotte Asphyxia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16632546995612330549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9kRHwlUpLA/SbhlLv87CCI/AAAAAAAAABs/bzzlpLT5qwk/S220/Pic6_smile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3601481999586599305.post-7222509224081126455</id><published>2009-06-26T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T06:41:46.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP Michael Jackson!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The ones that go...&lt;br /&gt;Now we have to cry for the ones who stay.&lt;br /&gt;We have to look out for each other and take care of them.&lt;br /&gt;It's worthless to fight for the bad reasons,&lt;br /&gt;Fight the natural causes like Death,&lt;br /&gt;Or for the wrong persons.&lt;br /&gt;The ones who stay cannot and won't replace the ones&lt;br /&gt;Are gone, but they, at least can fix it.&lt;br /&gt;Like a broken heart and glue.&lt;br /&gt;I don't have more tears to cry...&lt;br /&gt;I gave mines to my friend,&lt;br /&gt;And now there aren't any for you...&lt;br /&gt;I hope you can understand how sad it is,&lt;br /&gt;And how sad i am,&lt;br /&gt;But you're in a better place now.&lt;br /&gt;It was given to you a better world, a better Place, and you have to be thankfull.&lt;br /&gt;You have to thankfull, you're a ledgend now.&lt;br /&gt;You were the King, You ARE the King!&lt;br /&gt;And now you're in our hearts, and will always be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;RIP MICHAEL JACKSON,&lt;br /&gt;YOU'RE IN A BETTER PLACE!&lt;br /&gt;YOU'RE ALWAYS IN OUR HEARTS! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3601481999586599305-7222509224081126455?l=xsynesthesiaxpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xsynesthesiaxpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/7222509224081126455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xsynesthesiaxpoetry.blogspot.com/2009/06/rip-michael-jackson.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3601481999586599305/posts/default/7222509224081126455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3601481999586599305/posts/default/7222509224081126455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xsynesthesiaxpoetry.blogspot.com/2009/06/rip-michael-jackson.html' title='RIP Michael Jackson!'/><author><name>Charlotte Asphyxia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16632546995612330549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9kRHwlUpLA/SbhlLv87CCI/AAAAAAAAABs/bzzlpLT5qwk/S220/Pic6_smile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3601481999586599305.post-6984850855690860366</id><published>2009-06-24T05:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T10:49:31.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Near Dear (Bunny)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Why Can’t you hear when i’m calling?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Why can’t you be near me, when i need the most ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;At least you can understand me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I can’t ask for more, when we are miles and miles away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You are my hero. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I need your hug to keep me alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It’s not worth to fight for something we can’t have. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But that’s not true. I fought to deserve your trust, now i have your trust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Not completly, but i have a part of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;That’s enough for me.It’s enough, when i can, at least have the privilege to know you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I feel like cry now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I feel like cry because you’re not here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I feel like cry because you’re not even near.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Because you’re not around when i need the most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I need to feel my lips touching your pale face,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I need to feel your breathing on my cold neck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Distance keeps pulling me out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I won’t let you down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I’ll fight the distance like i fought to deserve your trust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;We’ll be together soon.I promise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;“Can you forgive me again?I don’t know what i said, but i didn’t mean to hurt you”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You’re my night sky, and i’m just a little star.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Very far away from you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You’re my best friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You’re my role model. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I can’t imagine my life without you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I need you to survive, and that’s that,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Bunny.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I miss him =( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I miss her =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;They're my everything. &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3601481999586599305-6984850855690860366?l=xsynesthesiaxpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xsynesthesiaxpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/6984850855690860366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xsynesthesiaxpoetry.blogspot.com/2009/06/to-bunny-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3601481999586599305/posts/default/6984850855690860366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3601481999586599305/posts/default/6984850855690860366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xsynesthesiaxpoetry.blogspot.com/2009/06/to-bunny-again.html' title='Near Dear (Bunny)'/><author><name>Charlotte Asphyxia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16632546995612330549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9kRHwlUpLA/SbhlLv87CCI/AAAAAAAAABs/bzzlpLT5qwk/S220/Pic6_smile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3601481999586599305.post-4131441007353559076</id><published>2009-05-06T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T11:23:41.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TH Stalkers. :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sorry being so away, i &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;haven't had&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;patience, i'm sorry. I know i'm rude.Sorry for being so direct, and honest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I got the notice that Tokio Hotel are being followed. =( That's super sad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;My friend did a note to all the stalkers, it's in portuguese, but go to the translater. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;"TH STALKERS&lt;br /&gt;WTF??Mas elas n vêm o qe estao a fazer??Apenas ponham-se no lugar deles!Como se sentiriam se um grupo de LOUCAS se lembrasse de ameaçar a sua familia e amigos??Que raio de m**** é esta pah? :xComo não sabem o que fazer inventam.Como a vida delas nao vale nada aproveitam-se das dos outros. Divertem-se ao ver os outros sofrer.Fans não são assim. Fans não os magoam. Fans não ameaçam quem lhes é querido. Fans não querem destruir-lhes a vida! Tipo... O_OFogo parem com esta treta!!MORE RESPECT FOR TH AND THEIR FAMILY!!REAL FANS ARE HERE FOR YOU!BE STRONG, YOU'RE NOT ALONE.TOGETHER WE'LL GET THROUGH THIS SH*T! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;We would like, you stalkers stop doing this kind of things, because it hurts. It's an absence of privacy. You gotta know that. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Quote :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hoping Being Burried&lt;/span&gt; In The Dark Night, 'Til The Morning Light Burn My Eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3601481999586599305-4131441007353559076?l=xsynesthesiaxpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xsynesthesiaxpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/4131441007353559076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xsynesthesiaxpoetry.blogspot.com/2009/05/th-stalkers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3601481999586599305/posts/default/4131441007353559076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3601481999586599305/posts/default/4131441007353559076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xsynesthesiaxpoetry.blogspot.com/2009/05/th-stalkers.html' title='TH Stalkers. :('/><author><name>Charlotte Asphyxia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16632546995612330549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9kRHwlUpLA/SbhlLv87CCI/AAAAAAAAABs/bzzlpLT5qwk/S220/Pic6_smile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3601481999586599305.post-3229267039934183861</id><published>2009-03-14T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T14:30:58.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Untitled Poem D:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;"I find you a perfect person, but you are just the one who stole my heart.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t even know why i like you.&lt;br /&gt;I can’t have you. Are you missing me ?&lt;br /&gt;Will you forgive me ?&lt;br /&gt;I’m in sacrifice, ‘cuz you don’t care anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I’ll fade, like my dreams did when i realized i couldn’t have you.&lt;br /&gt;All i wanted to say was i love you but i’m so afraid.&lt;br /&gt;How you’re gonna do when you fall ?&lt;br /&gt;Can you learn with your own mistakes?&lt;br /&gt;We have nothing to say each other. It’s better if i leave now. No one has to cry.&lt;br /&gt;You won’t miss me. I’m insignificant. A little bug. It sleeped trought my fingers like water.&lt;br /&gt;I can’t even find my tears. Find them for me.&lt;br /&gt;Fight for me in this battle field.&lt;br /&gt;Trought all this green we are going, with fear of unknowing.&lt;br /&gt;For every step i take, i’m getting closer to the end.&lt;br /&gt;Trought your eyes i'm bleeding,&lt;br /&gt;With your fingers you are feeding,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing in my way, but i'm not breathing.&lt;br /&gt;I don't like you anymore,You are far away now,&lt;br /&gt;I never felt like this before,&lt;br /&gt;Singing my sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Standing in the first raw cuz i'll never say bye,&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you what i saw until the fallen sky.&lt;br /&gt;You're My Heroin. A Healthy Drug. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another poem untitled D:&lt;br /&gt;I have so many D:&lt;br /&gt;If you know some title to it, please let me know :D&lt;br /&gt;Thank Ya. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3601481999586599305-3229267039934183861?l=xsynesthesiaxpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xsynesthesiaxpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/3229267039934183861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xsynesthesiaxpoetry.blogspot.com/2009/03/another-untitled-poem-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3601481999586599305/posts/default/3229267039934183861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3601481999586599305/posts/default/3229267039934183861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xsynesthesiaxpoetry.blogspot.com/2009/03/another-untitled-poem-d.html' title='Another Untitled Poem D:'/><author><name>Charlotte Asphyxia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16632546995612330549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9kRHwlUpLA/SbhlLv87CCI/AAAAAAAAABs/bzzlpLT5qwk/S220/Pic6_smile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3601481999586599305.post-1000586336475332837</id><published>2009-03-14T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T12:10:13.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No One</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;1 week to go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's do damn good, having the family all together again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Then, within 1 more week, i'm on Easter holidays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;And then, i'm going to search for my instrument for i start practice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;My friend Mariana found a studio. I'm so excited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;It'll be a good week, i'm going to be 2 days in home. Yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;"Little voices wispering in my ears,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;They got your voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Only and Lonely once more,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I found myself lost in the dust of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Burning my mind with fire,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Feeding this dark desire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Over exposed, explored til death,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;In the last minute you save.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Killing the ghost that lives in my mind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Getting lost i find.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Poisoness like the spider,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Your voice come torment me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I feel like loosing myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;In this loosing game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I feel i'm no one from nowhere at all."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I don't need to say for who it is. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;=]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3601481999586599305-1000586336475332837?l=xsynesthesiaxpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xsynesthesiaxpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/1000586336475332837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xsynesthesiaxpoetry.blogspot.com/2009/03/no-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3601481999586599305/posts/default/1000586336475332837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3601481999586599305/posts/default/1000586336475332837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xsynesthesiaxpoetry.blogspot.com/2009/03/no-one.html' title='No One'/><author><name>Charlotte Asphyxia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16632546995612330549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9kRHwlUpLA/SbhlLv87CCI/AAAAAAAAABs/bzzlpLT5qwk/S220/Pic6_smile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3601481999586599305.post-8752477320701710626</id><published>2009-03-11T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T18:33:26.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;So, My Toughts were true.&lt;br /&gt;I felt for my Best Friend.&lt;br /&gt;I can't though.&lt;br /&gt;I wrotte him this song :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;"Little girl crying in daddy’s shoulders,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Big Girl tearing you up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;All your memories in black folders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I’m a lost child,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;In the middle of this battle field.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Save, Save my life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Cut, cut it deep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Let it, let it run.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;It means nothing to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Little girl don’t cry,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Big girl don’t wake me up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tear me up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;It’s all beauty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;We’re all blind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Blindness is everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I need no love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;You’re filthy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;She made it deep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;She cut her feet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;She’d sell her soul to devil just to see you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;She’d sell her soul to devil just to have you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Little girl wouldn’t swore,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Big girl isn’t a whore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Living in a world apart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Her suicidal toughts killed her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;She’s not Mary anymore,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Some kind of creepy beeing taught her how to "Love".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;She realized &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;What she felt for him was that feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;She felt like die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;She was Mary again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Walking trought him,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Cuz he wasn’t really there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;He adverted her eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Now Mary fades away, with her toughts &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;And never looked back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;She never told him her feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mary wrotte him a note just to say “I Love You.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;When He found her note, she was gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Gone without a trace…"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I Love Him To Death. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Britt is my older Sis. And I'm happy for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I want to see Him happy, with the person he likes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Nobody has nothing to do with. =] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Get over it like i did! =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm here for everything he needs. And he knows it. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;ILOVEYABUNNY :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Quote:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;“life is a battle field, where we have to fight against others to arrive to our destiny, some might loose, some might win, it's our sin.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3601481999586599305-8752477320701710626?l=xsynesthesiaxpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xsynesthesiaxpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/8752477320701710626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xsynesthesiaxpoetry.blogspot.com/2009/03/so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3601481999586599305/posts/default/8752477320701710626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3601481999586599305/posts/default/8752477320701710626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xsynesthesiaxpoetry.blogspot.com/2009/03/so.html' title='So,'/><author><name>Charlotte Asphyxia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16632546995612330549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9kRHwlUpLA/SbhlLv87CCI/AAAAAAAAABs/bzzlpLT5qwk/S220/Pic6_smile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3601481999586599305.post-1678323795341717450</id><published>2009-03-08T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T09:45:02.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Criatura.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hi Everybody! =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;After this stupid week, yes, stupid, i remembered that i have a portuguese poem. I truthly love it. It is called "Creature" and then i'll translate it to english, if i can. =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;"Hoje, vi a criatura mais horrenda de todos os tempos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Criatura essa, que não come á dias;&lt;br /&gt;Criatura essa, que tem olhar assassino, olhos castanhos claros, cheios de maldição e ódio.&lt;br /&gt;Criatura essa, que mata sem escrúplos, sem regredir por aquilo que fez ; não tem noção da realidade.&lt;br /&gt;Criatura essa, que é veloz como o vento;&lt;br /&gt;Corta-o como uma tesoura de lâminas afiadas corta uma mera folha de papel.&lt;br /&gt;Criatura essa, capaz de ter mais de duzentos anos e continua a apunhalar através do olhar, quem se atreva a olhá-la nos olhos; que continua também a causar impressão através do seu esquelético corpo, por estar esfomeada, sedenta de sangue, de carne fresca todos os dias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Criatura essa que nunca amou, nem nunca foi amada - nem sequer sabe o que isso é.&lt;br /&gt;Foi treinada para matar: e assim o faz.&lt;br /&gt;Criatura essa, da noite, que teme o sol e receia ser apanhada pelos seus senhores a roubar os alimentos de outrém, e ser morta por tal crime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Única criatura essa, que não teme a doença, que passeia quando não está presa, corre por campos verdes à noite, uiva desalmadamente como se fosse um lobo nas noites de Lua Cheia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ó Tu! Criatura temerosa!&lt;br /&gt;ó Tu! Criatura sombria, nesta noite fria!&lt;br /&gt;ó Tu! Criatura sem doença, com pouca crença!&lt;br /&gt;ó Tu! Lobo ruivo, que assombra a noite com o seu uivo!&lt;br /&gt;ó Tu! Criatura veloz como o vento, que dormes ao relento!&lt;br /&gt;ó Tu! Criatura que através do olhar, te pode apunhalar!&lt;br /&gt;ó Tu! Criatura que no teu reino és grande, mas estás é sedenta de Sangue!&lt;br /&gt;ó Tu! Criatura que com o teu ódio, subiste ao pódio!&lt;br /&gt;ó Tu! Criatura da noite, sombria, que dormes nesta noite fria, que apunhalas com o olhar, roubas aos inocentes para teu próprio bem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ó Tu! Criatura!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3601481999586599305-1678323795341717450?l=xsynesthesiaxpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xsynesthesiaxpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/1678323795341717450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xsynesthesiaxpoetry.blogspot.com/2009/03/criatura.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3601481999586599305/posts/default/1678323795341717450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3601481999586599305/posts/default/1678323795341717450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xsynesthesiaxpoetry.blogspot.com/2009/03/criatura.html' title='Criatura.'/><author><name>Charlotte Asphyxia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16632546995612330549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9kRHwlUpLA/SbhlLv87CCI/AAAAAAAAABs/bzzlpLT5qwk/S220/Pic6_smile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3601481999586599305.post-6220629271410971633</id><published>2009-03-05T09:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T12:09:24.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Take them away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Don't let the tears&lt;br /&gt;Fall with fears.&lt;br /&gt;Let me pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever in my mind&lt;br /&gt;Tears not faked&lt;br /&gt;I'm not blind&lt;br /&gt;Like automn naked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can feel you here,&lt;br /&gt;Live me alone.&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid of ghosts&lt;br /&gt;They hurt me,&lt;br /&gt;They make me insane.&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a crazy obssession.&lt;br /&gt;I need someone who understand that.&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm misunderstood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me my babys,&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me for left you down.&lt;br /&gt;I know you will.&lt;br /&gt;I need you to live.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry mom,&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry dad,&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry lil' sis.&lt;br /&gt;I love you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever in my mind,&lt;br /&gt;Tears not faked&lt;br /&gt;I'm not blind&lt;br /&gt;Like automn naked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take them away,&lt;br /&gt;Don't let the tears&lt;br /&gt;Fall with fears&lt;br /&gt;Let me pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever in my mind,&lt;br /&gt;Tears not faked&lt;br /&gt;I'm not blind&lt;br /&gt;Like automn naked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm missing you all my lovers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;------------------------------------"-----------------------"---------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I did this song lyric when i camed back from Angola. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm missing my parents/sis so much. I'm going to be with them in easter holidays. Yay ! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Do you have a suggestion for this song's name? Please let me know. =] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Quote: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;*Play Around With Your Hair* True, I Couldn't Live Without You Now You're Here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3601481999586599305-6220629271410971633?l=xsynesthesiaxpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xsynesthesiaxpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/6220629271410971633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xsynesthesiaxpoetry.blogspot.com/2009/03/untitled.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3601481999586599305/posts/default/6220629271410971633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3601481999586599305/posts/default/6220629271410971633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xsynesthesiaxpoetry.blogspot.com/2009/03/untitled.html' title='Untitled.'/><author><name>Charlotte Asphyxia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16632546995612330549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9kRHwlUpLA/SbhlLv87CCI/AAAAAAAAABs/bzzlpLT5qwk/S220/Pic6_smile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3601481999586599305.post-2361695875019098844</id><published>2009-03-04T09:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T14:39:04.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey!! How Ya Doing ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hey Everybody.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I haven't been on for a while... There was a difficult situation in my... life i guess.&lt;br /&gt;I'm super confused. I don't know what to do anymore...&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll have to follow Jade's advice and wait. But, if she doesn't want to wait ?&lt;br /&gt;It's like this :&lt;br /&gt;A couple of weeks ago, i pressed my girlfriend. I was super worried with her, because she was doing drugs. And, obviously, i pressed her to tell me, how she was. She told me, she was going to rehab.&lt;br /&gt;I asked Dave's opinion, and he told me to think about it. To do a list of pros and cons about beeing with her. Or leave her.&lt;br /&gt;And that's what i did. I realized there are more cons than pros. About beeng with her, and more pros about leave her. That made me sad, and put me with many doubts.&lt;br /&gt;Then, i told Dave, and, haha, Jade was reading the converstion. He gave me his opinion. My best friend Anna, was telling me the same, at the same time. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;It looks like they were thinking the same. haha anyways. i took their advice. But...&lt;br /&gt;What if she doesn't want to wait?&lt;br /&gt;I've talked with her. She asked me, directly if i wanted to break.&lt;br /&gt;I want. But I can't.&lt;br /&gt;I Love Her too much. I want to tell what i think. but i can't. i can't.&lt;br /&gt;I feel dumb, useless.&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;Have some ideias? Please let me know. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, There's something i've been thinking, and founding along the week, haha, a couple of songs that really touch me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Without You by Mariah Carey&lt;br /&gt;-In Memorian (Immortal Peace) ; Still Alive ; Lost Soul ; After All, By Negative.&lt;br /&gt;-The Great Disappointment by AFI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . . I Have been sleeping alot. It's not normal. And i'm always having headaches. haha i did a rime about the headaches. XD&lt;br /&gt;"Stupid headaches,&lt;br /&gt;They're caused by the fakes,&lt;br /&gt;And for those many mistakes"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I was bored. haha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, back to upload poems/songs. :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3601481999586599305-2361695875019098844?l=xsynesthesiaxpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xsynesthesiaxpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/2361695875019098844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xsynesthesiaxpoetry.blogspot.com/2009/03/hey-everybody.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3601481999586599305/posts/default/2361695875019098844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3601481999586599305/posts/default/2361695875019098844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xsynesthesiaxpoetry.blogspot.com/2009/03/hey-everybody.html' title='Hey!! How Ya Doing ?'/><author><name>Charlotte Asphyxia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16632546995612330549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9kRHwlUpLA/SbhlLv87CCI/AAAAAAAAABs/bzzlpLT5qwk/S220/Pic6_smile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3601481999586599305.post-5423468118564176800</id><published>2009-02-20T14:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T14:34:28.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Secrets And Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Can I tell you my secrets?&lt;br /&gt;Can I tell you my dreams?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you could be here&lt;br /&gt;With me, To walk,&lt;br /&gt;Or even just for&lt;br /&gt;Hear your voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I tell you a Secret?&lt;br /&gt;Can I tell you my dreams?&lt;br /&gt;My secret is know your dreams,&lt;br /&gt;My dream is know your secrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just pretending&lt;br /&gt;To be happy.&lt;br /&gt;Because i am not.&lt;br /&gt;I wish fly high,over the clouds,&lt;br /&gt;And Take you with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I tell you my secrets?&lt;br /&gt;Can I tell you my dreams?&lt;br /&gt;My dream is know your secrets,&lt;br /&gt;And my secret is know your dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But do you want?&lt;br /&gt;Or you just want to stay on Earth?&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to go to Mars with me?&lt;br /&gt;Or to Jupiter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will go wherever you want.&lt;br /&gt;Just for be someone,&lt;br /&gt;By your side.&lt;br /&gt;It's not a matter of luck,&lt;br /&gt;It's just a matter of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I tell you my secrets?&lt;br /&gt;Can I tell you my dreams?&lt;br /&gt;My dream is know your secrets,&lt;br /&gt;And my secret is know your dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will fly with the Butterflys,&lt;br /&gt;With the wings that you broke.&lt;br /&gt;They are healed now.&lt;br /&gt;I will sleep with angels,&lt;br /&gt;And wake up with demons.&lt;br /&gt;I drowned the people with my tears.&lt;br /&gt;I create a River,&lt;br /&gt;Where just you can swim.&lt;br /&gt;Nobody else can,&lt;br /&gt;Just you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I putted there fishes.&lt;br /&gt;You are my toy now.&lt;br /&gt;I can do whatever I want with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I tell you my secrets?&lt;br /&gt;Can I tell you my dreams?&lt;br /&gt;My dream is know your secrets,&lt;br /&gt;And my secret is know your dreams.&lt;br /&gt;Dreams ........&lt;br /&gt;Secrets ........&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3601481999586599305-5423468118564176800?l=xsynesthesiaxpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xsynesthesiaxpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/5423468118564176800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xsynesthesiaxpoetry.blogspot.com/2009/02/secrets-and-dreams.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3601481999586599305/posts/default/5423468118564176800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3601481999586599305/posts/default/5423468118564176800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xsynesthesiaxpoetry.blogspot.com/2009/02/secrets-and-dreams.html' title='Secrets And Dreams'/><author><name>Charlotte Asphyxia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16632546995612330549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9kRHwlUpLA/SbhlLv87CCI/AAAAAAAAABs/bzzlpLT5qwk/S220/Pic6_smile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3601481999586599305.post-6041714907835177714</id><published>2009-02-20T14:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T12:28:26.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell The Stars</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I wish I could tell you&lt;br /&gt;How much I care,&lt;br /&gt;I wish you would dare,&lt;br /&gt;To know me.&lt;br /&gt;There's something you never will.&lt;br /&gt;I wish you could see&lt;br /&gt;How I really am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell you in the stars&lt;br /&gt;My wounds,&lt;br /&gt;My scars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So real,&lt;br /&gt;So unreal,&lt;br /&gt;Tell me the truth,&lt;br /&gt;What do you see?&lt;br /&gt;Some fake brunette, bitchie ?&lt;br /&gt;Some real fetish, desire?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell you in the stars&lt;br /&gt;My wounds,&lt;br /&gt;My scars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33 is the edge of life,&lt;br /&gt;15 is just the begginning,&lt;br /&gt;I know i'm young,&lt;br /&gt;I know i can wait.&lt;br /&gt;But i'm starting to lose faith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;[ This isn't finished, but i think i won't finish =o what do you think? ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3601481999586599305-6041714907835177714?l=xsynesthesiaxpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xsynesthesiaxpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/6041714907835177714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xsynesthesiaxpoetry.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-wish-i-could-tell-you-how-much-i-care.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3601481999586599305/posts/default/6041714907835177714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3601481999586599305/posts/default/6041714907835177714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xsynesthesiaxpoetry.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-wish-i-could-tell-you-how-much-i-care.html' title='Tell The Stars'/><author><name>Charlotte Asphyxia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16632546995612330549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9kRHwlUpLA/SbhlLv87CCI/AAAAAAAAABs/bzzlpLT5qwk/S220/Pic6_smile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3601481999586599305.post-5738622255666270280</id><published>2009-02-20T14:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T14:28:49.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lie Collector</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's just a lie to your collection,&lt;br /&gt;It is my preception.&lt;br /&gt;Disapointed,&lt;br /&gt;Suffering for nothing&lt;br /&gt;I lost my discretion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I own nothing to nobody,&lt;br /&gt;Keep it to myself,&lt;br /&gt;Wating to somebody&lt;br /&gt;For I trully fall in love.&lt;br /&gt;Some kinda elf,&lt;br /&gt;Full of loyalty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your hands shaped my world,&lt;br /&gt;With perfect details&lt;br /&gt;But you destroyed all&lt;br /&gt;with your nails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just a lie to your collection,&lt;br /&gt;It is my preception.&lt;br /&gt;Disapointed,&lt;br /&gt;Suffering for nothing&lt;br /&gt;I lost my discretion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't the perfect match,&lt;br /&gt;No one has one,&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to catch,&lt;br /&gt;You with my gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just a lie to your collection,&lt;br /&gt;It is my preception.&lt;br /&gt;Disapointed,&lt;br /&gt;Suffering for nothing&lt;br /&gt;I lost my discretion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shape my world, shape my world,&lt;br /&gt;Destroy it, destroy.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be gone without a trace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3601481999586599305-5738622255666270280?l=xsynesthesiaxpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xsynesthesiaxpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/5738622255666270280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xsynesthesiaxpoetry.blogspot.com/2009/02/lie-collector.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3601481999586599305/posts/default/5738622255666270280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3601481999586599305/posts/default/5738622255666270280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xsynesthesiaxpoetry.blogspot.com/2009/02/lie-collector.html' title='Lie Collector'/><author><name>Charlotte Asphyxia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16632546995612330549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9kRHwlUpLA/SbhlLv87CCI/AAAAAAAAABs/bzzlpLT5qwk/S220/Pic6_smile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3601481999586599305.post-3041652418917067669</id><published>2009-02-20T14:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T14:25:22.468-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Need Someone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I need someone,&lt;br /&gt;Someone who listen, understand me.&lt;br /&gt;Someone who hold me, like the persons hold life.&lt;br /&gt;Love me,&lt;br /&gt;Trust, protect and advise for good and for bad.&lt;br /&gt;I need someone who I can refuge myself of my childish fears of ghosts and monsters calling my name in the darknest nights.&lt;br /&gt;Someone who whisper "sleep" in my hears, and i fall asleep like magic.&lt;br /&gt;Suck my life, like vampires suck blood.&lt;br /&gt;Steal your love, and you'll give me fire.&lt;br /&gt;I need somebody who tell truth, like the persons say the lies.&lt;br /&gt;Someone with an angel voice, and scream in silence.&lt;br /&gt;Say words to make me happy when i'm sad, and like magic, a smile show it in my face.&lt;br /&gt;Someone when I think i'm insane, agree with me, and say "i'm insane too, like you"&lt;br /&gt;Support me, when I take a decision.&lt;br /&gt;Scream my name in silence, when i don't want hear it.&lt;br /&gt;Darkness is the light, when you're lonely and you have fears of ghosts and monsters, that come at night.&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather kill myself than suffer like this.&lt;br /&gt;I need someone that kill me, softly, no hurting, while he does that, say " If you show me heaven i will meet you there."&lt;br /&gt;Somebody that knows how i'm feeling, when i'm hurted, and hurts himself, for i don't feel alone in this pain.&lt;br /&gt;Someone that watches explosions in the sky with me,&lt;br /&gt;Somebody who when knows the truth, comes to rescue me.&lt;br /&gt;Someone that wait with me for the love that never dies.&lt;br /&gt;Somebody who promisses his heart when he sings, and then he request for kiss his eyes and lay him to sleep, i'm searching the only guy who asks that.&lt;br /&gt;I need someone just like him.&lt;br /&gt;Just Like You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;[you may think that this is similiar to AFI's songs. yes it is. :)]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3601481999586599305-3041652418917067669?l=xsynesthesiaxpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xsynesthesiaxpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/3041652418917067669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xsynesthesiaxpoetry.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-need-someone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3601481999586599305/posts/default/3041652418917067669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3601481999586599305/posts/default/3041652418917067669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xsynesthesiaxpoetry.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-need-someone.html' title='I Need Someone'/><author><name>Charlotte Asphyxia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16632546995612330549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9kRHwlUpLA/SbhlLv87CCI/AAAAAAAAABs/bzzlpLT5qwk/S220/Pic6_smile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3601481999586599305.post-4378862967456071509</id><published>2009-02-20T07:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T12:13:51.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Smile. A Thanks Poem.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It smiles to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It smiles when i'm feeling under,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;When my head is out of control.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;3 of many faces that he has are, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;an innocent child, and old woman, and an angel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;What is that supouse to mean ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Who are they ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It smiles and says 'Hi',&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It smiles, and never says 'good-Bye'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Then I say good-Bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It wispers, instead of yell, says :'You want to die'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Then i stay toughtless and try to do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But then, Someone, Somehow,Stops me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I Must thank him for that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It Looks like magic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;When i look at his face, it stops smiling,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And fade, like it was never here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Then all stays worthwhile again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Thank you for give me life,When death is the only way out,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Thank you for be there for me,Thank you for do the smile desappear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Now you own my life.Thank you !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;[This one is for my best friends,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Davey&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ana&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I love them so much, they are my reason to live. :D Thank you both,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BUNNY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;SIS&lt;/span&gt;!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote:&lt;br /&gt;Your Body Is My Dancefloor, And Your Voice Is My Music.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3601481999586599305-4378862967456071509?l=xsynesthesiaxpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xsynesthesiaxpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/4378862967456071509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xsynesthesiaxpoetry.blogspot.com/2009/02/it-smilesto-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3601481999586599305/posts/default/4378862967456071509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3601481999586599305/posts/default/4378862967456071509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xsynesthesiaxpoetry.blogspot.com/2009/02/it-smilesto-me.html' title='The Smile. A Thanks Poem.'/><author><name>Charlotte Asphyxia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16632546995612330549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9kRHwlUpLA/SbhlLv87CCI/AAAAAAAAABs/bzzlpLT5qwk/S220/Pic6_smile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3601481999586599305.post-2148923554800343275</id><published>2009-02-20T04:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T04:31:41.695-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Much</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The tears you have cryed&lt;br /&gt;Becamed in diamonds, like you are.&lt;br /&gt;Your value is biggest than anything,&lt;br /&gt;Bigger than my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're too much to her,&lt;br /&gt;You're too much to me,&lt;br /&gt;You're to much for any person who wants you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the music you sing could have life,&lt;br /&gt;They would be the happiest things ever.&lt;br /&gt;If your eyes could kill i'm pretty sure&lt;br /&gt;I were dead at this moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're my kitty killer cat.&lt;br /&gt;If I could, I would take your heart,&lt;br /&gt;And never break it.&lt;br /&gt;Is too valious to the person who takes it&lt;br /&gt;Break it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're too much to her,&lt;br /&gt;You're too much to me,&lt;br /&gt;You're to much for any person who wants you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh why why ? why is it like this ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spread your wings and fly,&lt;br /&gt;Go and stay in the ground,&lt;br /&gt;Go and see the sky&lt;br /&gt;'Til you're not found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're my cancer,&lt;br /&gt;At the same time,my cure.&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't have explanation.&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather let my heart win&lt;br /&gt;than go underground with nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suck my hope,&lt;br /&gt;Like vampires suck blood&lt;br /&gt;When I think you can't surprise me more,&lt;br /&gt;you do it,&lt;br /&gt;without even notice you did it.&lt;br /&gt;It Looks like you manipulate my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're too much to her,&lt;br /&gt;You're too much to me,&lt;br /&gt;You're to much for any person who wants you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geeting maddly, slowly,&lt;br /&gt;looking at your face, your perfect body,&lt;br /&gt;Listening your voice,&lt;br /&gt;Listening your wispers,&lt;br /&gt;Watching your Fairy hands,&lt;br /&gt;Pretending you are here,&lt;br /&gt;Or i am there,&lt;br /&gt;Are you alone ?&lt;br /&gt;Do you want some company ?&lt;br /&gt;Or do you have some person who is giving the love i should give ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're too much to her,&lt;br /&gt;You're too much to me,&lt;br /&gt;You're to much for any person who wants you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so afraid of death, Are you GOD ?&lt;br /&gt;Can I ask you to save my soul from the Darkness ?&lt;br /&gt;Or are you a soul- hunter and my is just one more of them ?&lt;br /&gt;Am I just a way to you arrive to your desteny ?&lt;br /&gt;I have so many questions to do to you.&lt;br /&gt;Let me hold you, I can't when I can't reach you.&lt;br /&gt;I really never tought you could be so cold.&lt;br /&gt;You can be frozen, but you melt hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, How I love&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;[This is a song xD LOL i writte songs, and poems. if you need song lyrics, let me know, and i'll writte =D]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3601481999586599305-2148923554800343275?l=xsynesthesiaxpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xsynesthesiaxpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/2148923554800343275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xsynesthesiaxpoetry.blogspot.com/2009/02/tears-you-have-cryed-becamed-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3601481999586599305/posts/default/2148923554800343275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3601481999586599305/posts/default/2148923554800343275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xsynesthesiaxpoetry.blogspot.com/2009/02/tears-you-have-cryed-becamed-in.html' title='Too Much'/><author><name>Charlotte Asphyxia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16632546995612330549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9kRHwlUpLA/SbhlLv87CCI/AAAAAAAAABs/bzzlpLT5qwk/S220/Pic6_smile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3601481999586599305.post-1399430339376254517</id><published>2009-02-19T15:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T04:16:57.085-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh How I Wish.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9kRHwlUpLA/SZ3sPJNADsI/AAAAAAAAABE/nvCAP9PZcdA/s1600-h/davey-britt--large-msg-123334659331.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304655681024954050" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9kRHwlUpLA/SZ3sPJNADsI/AAAAAAAAABE/nvCAP9PZcdA/s320/davey-britt--large-msg-123334659331.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I wish I would look him in the eyes and tell him what i feel,&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could kiss him,&lt;br /&gt;Hold him so tight, and he would never run away from me.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how I feel lonely.&lt;br /&gt;Why this happened ?&lt;br /&gt;It's because i'm not good enough for you ?&lt;br /&gt;Or just for the simple fact I don't know you, and you don't even know I exist ?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe she's better than me.&lt;br /&gt;Who isn't ?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how I feel sad,&lt;br /&gt;Can you catch my tears ?&lt;br /&gt;Or they are lies and the thing I feal for you isn't love ?&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could lay my head down, and NEVER wake up again.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe life isn't what i was expecting.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I would like to scare him. Like, "someone died, because she loved you so fucking much, and her heart didn't hold it.", and that someone is me.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how would he react ?!&lt;br /&gt;Would he split in my sepulture ? Or he would never go visit my dead body ?&lt;br /&gt;I know I have nothing to do with his life,&lt;br /&gt;He has the right to be happy with who he choose.&lt;br /&gt;I hope this is just a bad feeling,&lt;br /&gt;Not real thing.&lt;br /&gt;I will revenge this feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, How I love him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;[I had and jealousy attack from my bff's girlfriend in the time that i liked him =o &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Brittany, i don't hate you&lt;/span&gt; though =o i'm happy for both =D]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3601481999586599305-1399430339376254517?l=xsynesthesiaxpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xsynesthesiaxpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/1399430339376254517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xsynesthesiaxpoetry.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-wish-i-would-look-him-in-eyes-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3601481999586599305/posts/default/1399430339376254517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3601481999586599305/posts/default/1399430339376254517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xsynesthesiaxpoetry.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-wish-i-would-look-him-in-eyes-and.html' title='Oh How I Wish.'/><author><name>Charlotte Asphyxia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16632546995612330549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9kRHwlUpLA/SbhlLv87CCI/AAAAAAAAABs/bzzlpLT5qwk/S220/Pic6_smile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9kRHwlUpLA/SZ3sPJNADsI/AAAAAAAAABE/nvCAP9PZcdA/s72-c/davey-britt--large-msg-123334659331.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3601481999586599305.post-731461209511371391</id><published>2009-02-19T15:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T15:22:16.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Are</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;You are the wind in the montains,&lt;br /&gt;You  are the mermaid in this sea,&lt;br /&gt;You have the voice that many persons wished to have,&lt;br /&gt;Your heart is a candy,&lt;br /&gt;Your face have the shape of an angel.&lt;br /&gt;You are the angel of the darkness,&lt;br /&gt;The prince of the lightness&lt;br /&gt;You are the savior of the lost souls&lt;br /&gt;You are the Ghost that whisper in my hears, every night&lt;br /&gt;Saying " I'm here, sleep. There's no monsters".&lt;br /&gt;You are the cure for this cancer,&lt;br /&gt;My light in the end of the tunnel.&lt;br /&gt;You are magical, you can do magic, so that's why when you are with me, the pain goes away.&lt;br /&gt;You are the pain that my heart feels when i'm pulled away.&lt;br /&gt;You are the blade when I cut myself.&lt;br /&gt;My candy, when i'm hangry.&lt;br /&gt;My sadness, my tears, when i'm sad.&lt;br /&gt;My hapiness,my smile, when i'm happy.&lt;br /&gt;You are my pill I want to take, when i'm sick,&lt;br /&gt;You are my beautiful lie,&lt;br /&gt;My boy who destroyed the world&lt;br /&gt;My Mr Murder,&lt;br /&gt;My soul, My heart my head, my hands,&lt;br /&gt;My way, My killer look,&lt;br /&gt;My everything.&lt;br /&gt;You Are this killing light.&lt;br /&gt;My love is like winter,&lt;br /&gt;My soul in autumn&lt;br /&gt;My mind in the spring,&lt;br /&gt;And my fire in the summer.&lt;br /&gt;You are my head when i'm confuse,&lt;br /&gt;My sweet blaqk dreams.&lt;br /&gt;My Blaqk rabbit.&lt;br /&gt;My Wild Cat,&lt;br /&gt;My sweet fantasy, my savior,&lt;br /&gt;My November scorpion,&lt;br /&gt;You are my bloody boy,&lt;br /&gt;The hand that hold for i don't fall,&lt;br /&gt;My fire,&lt;br /&gt;You're the shadow that follow me,&lt;br /&gt;My moon at night, my sun light,&lt;br /&gt;The person I wish to hold,&lt;br /&gt;You have the lips i want to kiss,&lt;br /&gt;The body that my hands want to touch,&lt;br /&gt;My yesterday, today and tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;My breath, the beats of my heart,&lt;br /&gt;My love, my guilty,&lt;br /&gt;You are everything I want to be,&lt;br /&gt;My fallen angel, my star,&lt;br /&gt;You're my death, my life,&lt;br /&gt;You are the glue for My broken heart,&lt;br /&gt;You are the hero of my life,&lt;br /&gt;You are ...&lt;br /&gt;You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3601481999586599305-731461209511371391?l=xsynesthesiaxpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xsynesthesiaxpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/731461209511371391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xsynesthesiaxpoetry.blogspot.com/2009/02/you-are.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3601481999586599305/posts/default/731461209511371391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3601481999586599305/posts/default/731461209511371391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xsynesthesiaxpoetry.blogspot.com/2009/02/you-are.html' title='You Are'/><author><name>Charlotte Asphyxia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16632546995612330549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9kRHwlUpLA/SbhlLv87CCI/AAAAAAAAABs/bzzlpLT5qwk/S220/Pic6_smile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3601481999586599305.post-3884414804391722014</id><published>2009-02-19T14:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T15:24:25.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Geeting maddly, slowly,&lt;br /&gt;looking at your face, your perfect body,&lt;br /&gt;Listening your voice,&lt;br /&gt;Listening your wispers,&lt;br /&gt;Watching your Fairy hands,&lt;br /&gt;Pretending you are here,&lt;br /&gt;Or i am there,&lt;br /&gt;Are you alone ?&lt;br /&gt;Do you want some company ? Or do you have some person who is giving the love i should give ?&lt;br /&gt;Nobody deserves this,&lt;br /&gt;It's too cruel!&lt;br /&gt;I'm mad now, and it's all because of you.&lt;br /&gt;Am I gonna die ?&lt;br /&gt;I'm so afraid of death, Are you GOD ?&lt;br /&gt;Can I ask you to save my soul from the Darkness ?&lt;br /&gt;Or are you a soul- hunter and my is just one more of them ?&lt;br /&gt;Am I just a way to you arrive to your desteny ?&lt;br /&gt;I have so many questions to do to you.&lt;br /&gt;Let me hold you, I can't when I can't reach you.&lt;br /&gt;I really never tought you could be so cold.&lt;br /&gt;You can be frozen, but you melt hearts.&lt;br /&gt;I have so many things to ask you, to live with you, can't leave me now.&lt;br /&gt;When I think you can't surprise me more, you do it, without even notice you did it.&lt;br /&gt;It Looks like you manipulate my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;You make my Dreams, My moon at Night, and even my Sun Light. My Lost Princess in this Darkned castle.&lt;br /&gt;You make me do things I never tought do.&lt;br /&gt;Why the tears fall down my eyes for you ? I don't want. Your smile makes me smile, your voice makes my feets get down on Earth, your touch makes me fly.&lt;br /&gt;Why is it like this?&lt;br /&gt;I just want to scream how much I love you, and how much I care.&lt;br /&gt;I never tought I would say this, but&lt;br /&gt;I need you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;[He always make me laugh, even if i am in a extremly bad mood =o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9kRHwlUpLA/SZ3mDMLBRtI/AAAAAAAAAA8/fqwLn2Yl1qM/s1600-h/dave202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304648878593754834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9kRHwlUpLA/SZ3mDMLBRtI/AAAAAAAAAA8/fqwLn2Yl1qM/s400/dave202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He says i make him laugh to =o haha my &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Best Friend&lt;/span&gt; =D]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3601481999586599305-3884414804391722014?l=xsynesthesiaxpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xsynesthesiaxpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/3884414804391722014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xsynesthesiaxpoetry.blogspot.com/2009/02/you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3601481999586599305/posts/default/3884414804391722014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3601481999586599305/posts/default/3884414804391722014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xsynesthesiaxpoetry.blogspot.com/2009/02/you.html' title='You'/><author><name>Charlotte Asphyxia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16632546995612330549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9kRHwlUpLA/SbhlLv87CCI/AAAAAAAAABs/bzzlpLT5qwk/S220/Pic6_smile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9kRHwlUpLA/SZ3mDMLBRtI/AAAAAAAAAA8/fqwLn2Yl1qM/s72-c/dave202.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
