<?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-14746376</id><updated>2011-04-21T10:52:26.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing Pains</title><subtitle type='html'>"'tis him in standing water"- and I must add, the water is often hot. 
Here is my sixteen year old self- rediscovered after so many years.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetandbittersixteen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14746376/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetandbittersixteen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>@lankr1ta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=alanacmd&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14746376.post-112350980887899134</id><published>2005-08-08T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T07:03:28.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When you've cried a lot&lt;br /&gt;And your tears are finally dry&lt;br /&gt;You do seem to forget&lt;br /&gt;That there is no reason to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you've cried your eyes out&lt;br /&gt;And despaired for every morrow&lt;br /&gt;It seems so unbelievable&lt;br /&gt;That there is no cause for sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is no because you like unhappiness&lt;br /&gt;Or search reasons to be sad&lt;br /&gt;Its just that you have cried so much&lt;br /&gt;That you have forgotten to be glad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgotten what it is like&lt;br /&gt;To have no worry at all&lt;br /&gt;Forgotten what it is to have&lt;br /&gt;Happiness standing tall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because there is a lot of sadness&lt;br /&gt;And an undercurrent o pain&lt;br /&gt;And no matter how the4y try&lt;br /&gt;It cannot be set right again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because now you have become harsh&lt;br /&gt;And wary of taking any stance&lt;br /&gt;Because there is so much lost&lt;br /&gt;There's no use taking a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is alright to think contentment&lt;br /&gt;But very difficult to enact&lt;br /&gt;A difficult proposal in the concrete&lt;br /&gt;Easily explained in abstract.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14746376-112350980887899134?l=sweetandbittersixteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14746376/posts/default/112350980887899134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14746376/posts/default/112350980887899134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetandbittersixteen.blogspot.com/2005/08/when-youve-cried-lot-and-your-tears.html' title=''/><author><name>@lankr1ta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=alanacmd&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14746376.post-112348537193636121</id><published>2005-08-08T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T00:16:11.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alone</title><content type='html'>I am&lt;br /&gt;Alone&lt;br /&gt;Amidst a screaming silence&lt;br /&gt;A cold stillness&lt;br /&gt;That engulfs and enfolds&lt;br /&gt;Wrapping tighter and tighter&lt;br /&gt;Choking , cutting off the air&lt;br /&gt;That my lungs crave for.&lt;br /&gt;The quiet ticking of the clock&lt;br /&gt;Magnifies into hammer falls&lt;br /&gt;That crush any hope left&lt;br /&gt;Of a better tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;For I know that&lt;br /&gt;The days shall pass&lt;br /&gt;In a general lassitude&lt;br /&gt;A lazy languor&lt;br /&gt;each like yesterday&lt;br /&gt;No tomorrow that is different&lt;br /&gt;I have come to dread&lt;br /&gt;The heartless monotony&lt;br /&gt;Of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am&lt;br /&gt;Alone&lt;br /&gt;Amidst my broken dreams&lt;br /&gt;Shards of bright hopes&lt;br /&gt;that pierce my heart&lt;br /&gt;As I pick my way though&lt;br /&gt;Stabbing and gashing&lt;br /&gt;Till drops of hop&lt;br /&gt;Bleed away slowly&lt;br /&gt;The laughter of people&lt;br /&gt;Mocks and torments&lt;br /&gt;For they are free souls&lt;br /&gt;Whilst i meander in a maze&lt;br /&gt;Blundering my way through&lt;br /&gt;Pushing and scrabbling&lt;br /&gt;At the sharp thorns&lt;br /&gt;Feeling the pain&lt;br /&gt;But unable to cry&lt;br /&gt;Out loud for at&lt;br /&gt;All costs I must keep up&lt;br /&gt;The face of one who is proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am&lt;br /&gt;Alone&lt;br /&gt;Amidst hordes of people&lt;br /&gt;For my heart does not&lt;br /&gt;Find them like me&lt;br /&gt;I belong to a different&lt;br /&gt;Place, a separate Time&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe its only my delusion.&lt;br /&gt;The time I spend big happy&lt;br /&gt;Gives way to a dread&lt;br /&gt;Fro the  time which I must be sad&lt;br /&gt;Why must I sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;My present joy in&lt;br /&gt;The anticipation&lt;br /&gt;Of the sadness&lt;br /&gt;That tomorrow shall bring&lt;br /&gt;Why must I covet&lt;br /&gt;That which no one has?&lt;br /&gt;And keep on oscillating&lt;br /&gt;Between the extremes&lt;br /&gt;Of the exuberance and depression&lt;br /&gt;Of being alive?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14746376-112348537193636121?l=sweetandbittersixteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14746376/posts/default/112348537193636121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14746376/posts/default/112348537193636121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetandbittersixteen.blogspot.com/2005/08/alone.html' title='Alone'/><author><name>@lankr1ta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=alanacmd&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14746376.post-112348452967630561</id><published>2005-08-08T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T00:02:09.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>It is so meaningless&lt;br /&gt;To sit and contemplate&lt;br /&gt;For time runs ever ahead&lt;br /&gt;And Life does not wait.&lt;br /&gt;Life does not pause&lt;br /&gt;And why should it do so?&lt;br /&gt;It was always meant to move&lt;br /&gt;And ever onward go.&lt;br /&gt;Life cares little whether&lt;br /&gt;The world's friendly or a stone&lt;br /&gt;And midst the joy and sorrow&lt;br /&gt;Bought by it- you are all alone.&lt;br /&gt;Life is there to be lived&lt;br /&gt;Whether it be ill or well&lt;br /&gt;is for the liver o decide&lt;br /&gt;Not for life to tell.&lt;br /&gt;Life cars little for the liver&lt;br /&gt;And mocks when you moan.&lt;br /&gt;But carries on when you are happy&lt;br /&gt;O on jagged rocks thrown.&lt;br /&gt;Life is not to be Master&lt;br /&gt;But the adversary whom you fight&lt;br /&gt;For once you let life rule you&lt;br /&gt;Nothing will turn out right.&lt;br /&gt;Life is to be a challenge&lt;br /&gt;Whether sad or full of glee&lt;br /&gt;And don’t wait for a tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;For that is not to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14746376-112348452967630561?l=sweetandbittersixteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14746376/posts/default/112348452967630561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14746376/posts/default/112348452967630561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetandbittersixteen.blogspot.com/2005/08/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>@lankr1ta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=alanacmd&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14746376.post-112348387052333645</id><published>2005-08-07T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T23:51:10.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Star Dreams- a fantasy</title><content type='html'>A life time is too short&lt;br /&gt;For exploring the skies&lt;br /&gt;Seeing he wonders of infinity&lt;br /&gt;With my own two eyes&lt;br /&gt;To visit the many plants&lt;br /&gt;The asteroids to race&lt;br /&gt;To explore the dark blackness&lt;br /&gt;Of unending boundless space.&lt;br /&gt;To roam unfettered by&lt;br /&gt;Constraints of gravity and fall&lt;br /&gt;To go out there far away&lt;br /&gt;Never to come back at all&lt;br /&gt;TO live, then die happy&lt;br /&gt;When alas I must&lt;br /&gt;And have my remains there&lt;br /&gt;Scattered- real star dust!&lt;br /&gt;But a lifetime is too short&lt;br /&gt;Too small, too tiny a span&lt;br /&gt;Even to roam Mother earth&lt;br /&gt;The birthplace of Man&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14746376-112348387052333645?l=sweetandbittersixteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' 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/&gt;It is only comparison&lt;br /&gt;That brings greater joy&lt;br /&gt;Without being measured by sorrow&lt;br /&gt;Gladness is but a rich toy&lt;br /&gt;Joy is a gaudy bauble&lt;br /&gt;Missed only when its no more&lt;br /&gt;Remembered and fondly cherished&lt;br /&gt;Though tossed away before.&lt;br /&gt;As sunshines are brighter&lt;br /&gt;When they are after rain&lt;br /&gt;So happiness is happier&lt;br /&gt;If it follows pain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14746376-112348325747987308?l=sweetandbittersixteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14746376/posts/default/112348325747987308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14746376/posts/default/112348325747987308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetandbittersixteen.blogspot.com/2005/08/unhappy-happiness.html' title='Unhappy Happiness'/><author><name>@lankr1ta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=alanacmd&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14746376.post-112348262888649887</id><published>2005-08-07T23:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T23:30:28.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Time</title><content type='html'>Why must I be governed&lt;br /&gt;Of Time by thy will&lt;br /&gt;Turn thou backward&lt;br /&gt;If not, at least be still&lt;br /&gt;Why must thou slip&lt;br /&gt;Away from my grasp&lt;br /&gt;Move slower please&lt;br /&gt;That is all I ask.&lt;br /&gt;SO much I want to do&lt;br /&gt;But thou dost not permit&lt;br /&gt;Thou runnest away so fast&lt;br /&gt;I unaccomplished sit.&lt;br /&gt;I respect the, revere&lt;br /&gt;O stealer of my youth&lt;br /&gt;In this age of change&lt;br /&gt;Only constant forsooth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14746376-112348262888649887?l=sweetandbittersixteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14746376/posts/default/112348262888649887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14746376/posts/default/112348262888649887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetandbittersixteen.blogspot.com/2005/08/oh-time.html' title='Oh Time'/><author><name>@lankr1ta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=alanacmd&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14746376.post-112348227258743829</id><published>2005-08-07T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T23:24:32.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Work and all wll be well</title><content type='html'>Care not for rewards&lt;br /&gt;Only the task ahead&lt;br /&gt;Though full of thorns&lt;br /&gt;Be the road you tread.&lt;br /&gt;For time lost in worry&lt;br /&gt;Is better spent in work&lt;br /&gt;And each time you stop&lt;br /&gt;Your duty you shirk&lt;br /&gt;Though the burden be weary&lt;br /&gt;And the path so long&lt;br /&gt;Each hardship serves&lt;br /&gt;Only to make you strong&lt;br /&gt;Stick on and the way&lt;br /&gt;From problems shall be rid&lt;br /&gt;Later you will be glad&lt;br /&gt;You came the way you did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14746376-112348227258743829?l=sweetandbittersixteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14746376/posts/default/112348227258743829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14746376/posts/default/112348227258743829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetandbittersixteen.blogspot.com/2005/08/work-and-all-wll-be-well.html' title='Work and all wll be well'/><author><name>@lankr1ta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=alanacmd&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14746376.post-112348166887567449</id><published>2005-08-07T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T23:14:28.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The morning is spoilt&lt;br /&gt;If you welcome it with tears&lt;br /&gt;But worse if it passes&lt;br /&gt;With your uncalmed fears&lt;br /&gt;Better spoil the morning&lt;br /&gt;Than ruin the day&lt;br /&gt;Cry out not bottle it up&lt;br /&gt;Time passes away.&lt;br /&gt;Better take it out early&lt;br /&gt;And later skillfully hide&lt;br /&gt;Weaknesses, frustrations, crosses&lt;br /&gt;Under a mask of pride&lt;br /&gt;Better weep it once, right then&lt;br /&gt;Weeping loud and long&lt;br /&gt;Better than concealing teas&lt;br /&gt;Appearing to be strong.&lt;br /&gt;Let morning be misty&lt;br /&gt;And with tear drops wet&lt;br /&gt;Then do not remember&lt;br /&gt;But certainly do not forget.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14746376-112348166887567449?l=sweetandbittersixteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14746376/posts/default/112348166887567449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14746376/posts/default/112348166887567449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetandbittersixteen.blogspot.com/2005/08/morning-is-spoilt-if-you-welcome-it.html' title=''/><author><name>@lankr1ta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=alanacmd&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14746376.post-112348136709965632</id><published>2005-08-07T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T23:09:27.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to the Spring</title><content type='html'>The cruel winter is over&lt;br /&gt;Spring like a maiden shy&lt;br /&gt;Blushing, flushing, soft silent&lt;br /&gt;Is now walking by.&lt;br /&gt;The earth again is young&lt;br /&gt;Like a pretty petty girl&lt;br /&gt;Whit and soft now&lt;br /&gt;Clouds in the sky swirl.&lt;br /&gt;No more hail or snow or sleet&lt;br /&gt;Instead light spring showers&lt;br /&gt;To make the atmosphere fresh&lt;br /&gt;And brig out so many flowers&lt;br /&gt;The wind hitherto bitter&lt;br /&gt;Now merely caresses&lt;br /&gt;Gently kindly softly&lt;br /&gt;Spring's flowing tresses.&lt;br /&gt;Spring with hr long robes&lt;br /&gt;That swish as she walks&lt;br /&gt;Lightly daintily picking&lt;br /&gt;Her way through green stalks&lt;br /&gt;She pauses a few moments&lt;br /&gt;And then bestows a smile&lt;br /&gt;On dry brown trees&lt;br /&gt;Growing greener all the while&lt;br /&gt;The plants suddenly feel&lt;br /&gt;The surge of fresh life&lt;br /&gt;Taller an strong hey grow&lt;br /&gt;Willing to withstand summer strife&lt;br /&gt;Though hr arrival be silent&lt;br /&gt;And few can feel her near&lt;br /&gt;The birds know and tell all&lt;br /&gt;The sweet spring is here.&lt;br /&gt;The rills and the brooks they know ti&lt;br /&gt;And the lake and the plain&lt;br /&gt;And the whisper to the wind&lt;br /&gt;Spring is here again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14746376-112348136709965632?l=sweetandbittersixteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14746376/posts/default/112348136709965632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14746376/posts/default/112348136709965632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetandbittersixteen.blogspot.com/2005/08/ode-to-spring.html' title='Ode to the Spring'/><author><name>@lankr1ta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=alanacmd&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14746376.post-112348077147601600</id><published>2005-08-07T22:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T22:59:31.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crime and punishment</title><content type='html'>Though folly should be forgiven&lt;br /&gt;Some mistakes are so great&lt;br /&gt;That no mater how you repent&lt;br /&gt;It is far far too late.&lt;br /&gt;Too late to drown in remorse&lt;br /&gt;To open the floodgates of sorrow&lt;br /&gt;To promise to change and&lt;br /&gt;Be different on the morrow&lt;br /&gt;You cannot expect forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;Or demand it as a right&lt;br /&gt;No matte how you beg for it&lt;br /&gt;The burden shan't be light.&lt;br /&gt;You will have to live through&lt;br /&gt;The sneers of everyone’s hate&lt;br /&gt;Nothing ever shall set it right&lt;br /&gt;Anyway it is too late.&lt;br /&gt;You should always consider&lt;br /&gt;Before on a course you advance&lt;br /&gt;Because unlike cricket&lt;br /&gt;Life has no second chance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14746376-112348077147601600?l=sweetandbittersixteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14746376/posts/default/112348077147601600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14746376/posts/default/112348077147601600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetandbittersixteen.blogspot.com/2005/08/crime-and-punishment.html' title='Crime and punishment'/><author><name>@lankr1ta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=alanacmd&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14746376.post-112348043777198764</id><published>2005-08-07T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T22:53:57.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy hunting grounds</title><content type='html'>Somewhere far away&lt;br /&gt;Where he dawn meets the dusk&lt;br /&gt;Where there is always half light&lt;br /&gt;The spirits of the past do lurk.&lt;br /&gt;Where there is a magical silence&lt;br /&gt;Its rustlings you can hear&lt;br /&gt;Where there’s only happiness&lt;br /&gt;And not a twinge of fear.&lt;br /&gt;Where the water flows softly&lt;br /&gt;Afraid of making a sound&lt;br /&gt;And a feeling of serenity&lt;br /&gt;Of peace does abound.&lt;br /&gt;The tree-shade is dark and cool&lt;br /&gt;With dew the grass is wet&lt;br /&gt;In those soft white mists&lt;br /&gt;You can so easily forget.&lt;br /&gt;The wind rustling overhead&lt;br /&gt;Has such gentle soft caresses&lt;br /&gt;You can feel its soothing&lt;br /&gt;whispers in you tresses.&lt;br /&gt;In these vales of mystery&lt;br /&gt;Time ceases to exist&lt;br /&gt;And lying on the soft grass&lt;br /&gt;You can have your eternal rest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14746376-112348043777198764?l=sweetandbittersixteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14746376/posts/default/112348043777198764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14746376/posts/default/112348043777198764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetandbittersixteen.blogspot.com/2005/08/happy-hunting-grounds.html' title='Happy hunting grounds'/><author><name>@lankr1ta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=alanacmd&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14746376.post-112348010503150848</id><published>2005-08-07T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T22:48:25.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Failures</title><content type='html'>I do not want any nostalgia&lt;br /&gt;Of times well spent&lt;br /&gt;I only want to remember&lt;br /&gt;The trials I underwent.&lt;br /&gt;Now I realize that all the tears&lt;br /&gt;The heartbreak and all the sorrow&lt;br /&gt;Is there to lighten my future loads&lt;br /&gt;To make m a better person tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;All those troubles, those hardships&lt;br /&gt;Those moments of battle and strife&lt;br /&gt;Are little chips, little pebbles&lt;br /&gt;That level the road of life.&lt;br /&gt;I have bounced off each fail&lt;br /&gt;Though it were a feather bed&lt;br /&gt;TO reach new heights, horizons&lt;br /&gt;Avenues I had never tread.&lt;br /&gt;I understand that each shock&lt;br /&gt;Each baptismal by fire&lt;br /&gt;Has only proved to me my worth&lt;br /&gt;That I don’t easily tire.&lt;br /&gt;I know that this learning&lt;br /&gt;This gain I will  surely need&lt;br /&gt;Later there shall be more problems&lt;br /&gt;To solve them I will succeed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14746376-112348010503150848?l=sweetandbittersixteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14746376/posts/default/112348010503150848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14746376/posts/default/112348010503150848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetandbittersixteen.blogspot.com/2005/08/failures.html' title='Failures'/><author><name>@lankr1ta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=alanacmd&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14746376.post-112347960242341897</id><published>2005-08-07T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T22:40:02.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To a friend- after it got over</title><content type='html'>I still care for you&lt;br /&gt;Though not as strong as before&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps because our relationship&lt;br /&gt;Cannot b the same any more.&lt;br /&gt;But 'tis not fault of yours&lt;br /&gt;It is entirely mine&lt;br /&gt;Chiefly because my feelings&lt;br /&gt;Change with time&lt;br /&gt;I am not constant&lt;br /&gt;Or still as the Pole star&lt;br /&gt;But neither a honey bee&lt;br /&gt;Flitting from flower to flower.&lt;br /&gt;We once were very close&lt;br /&gt;That feeling was so strong&lt;br /&gt;But I cannot always adjust&lt;br /&gt;Or make concessions too long.&lt;br /&gt;You began to control my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Make all my decisions for me&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my dear why don’t you realize&lt;br /&gt;Above all I  want to be free.&lt;br /&gt;I was beginning to stifle&lt;br /&gt;my spirit was tightly bound&lt;br /&gt;How could I be myself, even think?&lt;br /&gt;With all that pressure around?&lt;br /&gt;But I cannot blame you&lt;br /&gt;I just cannot be tied&lt;br /&gt;You approach was wrong&lt;br /&gt;when to get me you tried.&lt;br /&gt;I am not an object&lt;br /&gt;That can be lost or won&lt;br /&gt;I am a living being&lt;br /&gt;A live human person.&lt;br /&gt;The way I still love you&lt;br /&gt;Is unlike the way I cared&lt;br /&gt;For others, in no other way&lt;br /&gt;Have I so much with another shared.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14746376-112347960242341897?l=sweetandbittersixteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14746376/posts/default/112347960242341897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14746376/posts/default/112347960242341897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetandbittersixteen.blogspot.com/2005/08/to-friend-after-it-got-over.html' title='To a friend- after it got over'/><author><name>@lankr1ta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=alanacmd&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14746376.post-112347902205762195</id><published>2005-08-07T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T22:30:22.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dare to be with the crowd</title><content type='html'>If you should be different&lt;br /&gt;it should be because you are&lt;br /&gt;Different as earth from water&lt;br /&gt;A candle from a shooting star.&lt;br /&gt;To stay away from the crowd&lt;br /&gt;Wrapped in that aura of your difference&lt;br /&gt;Because you want others to se&lt;br /&gt;That makes actually no sense.&lt;br /&gt;To be happy when they are not&lt;br /&gt;And cry when others are glad&lt;br /&gt;To walk away willingly from them&lt;br /&gt;That will make you even more sad.&lt;br /&gt;Because you are pining&lt;br /&gt;To do what they do&lt;br /&gt;And you cannot else&lt;br /&gt;How will you prove you are you!&lt;br /&gt;So be with them, like them&lt;br /&gt;In the crowd dint be alone&lt;br /&gt;But don’t let them suppress you&lt;br /&gt;O make you a mere clone.&lt;br /&gt;There is just one golden rule&lt;br /&gt;A law that you live through&lt;br /&gt;It is when in Rome&lt;br /&gt;Do as the Romans do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14746376-112347902205762195?l=sweetandbittersixteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14746376/posts/default/112347902205762195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14746376/posts/default/112347902205762195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetandbittersixteen.blogspot.com/2005/08/dare-to-be-with-crowd.html' title='Dare to be with the crowd'/><author><name>@lankr1ta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=alanacmd&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14746376.post-112294851972887529</id><published>2005-08-01T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T19:08:39.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To be a Rock</title><content type='html'>It would be nice to be a rock&lt;br /&gt;TO sit unmoving and Tall&lt;br /&gt;To have no emoions&lt;br /&gt;Nor feelings of the heart at all.&lt;br /&gt;To be inaccessible to all&lt;br /&gt;WHo try to wound me&lt;br /&gt;To be lasting eternally&lt;br /&gt;As constant as can be.&lt;br /&gt;TO be firm and mighty&lt;br /&gt;To be so straiggh and proud&lt;br /&gt;To be part of , yet away&lt;br /&gt;From the milling human crowd.&lt;br /&gt;Never to feel happy&lt;br /&gt;And never feel any pain&lt;br /&gt;TO withstand all tortures&lt;br /&gt;The sun with the rain.&lt;br /&gt;To be hard and unyielding&lt;br /&gt;Not melted with a smile&lt;br /&gt;Never to be conquered&lt;br /&gt;Nor assailed even for a while.&lt;br /&gt;At last to crumble slowly&lt;br /&gt;Destroyed as I must&lt;br /&gt;And never to be remembered&lt;br /&gt;When I am reduced to dust.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14746376-112294851972887529?l=sweetandbittersixteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14746376/posts/default/112294851972887529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14746376/posts/default/112294851972887529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetandbittersixteen.blogspot.com/2005/08/to-be-rock.html' title='To be a Rock'/><author><name>@lankr1ta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=alanacmd&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14746376.post-112281470359853013</id><published>2005-07-31T05:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T05:58:23.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emancipation</title><content type='html'>You retain but the body&lt;br /&gt;The spirit- it is free&lt;br /&gt;Neither bolt nor shackle&lt;br /&gt;Nor chain can hold me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put in more locks&lt;br /&gt;Increase guards hundredfold&lt;br /&gt;Try hard as you may&lt;br /&gt;Me you cannot hold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind is truly free&lt;br /&gt;It reaches so far&lt;br /&gt;New heights, mountains towers&lt;br /&gt;The highest, the utmost star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From thinking as I wish&lt;br /&gt;Me, you cannot prevent&lt;br /&gt;I may bend at the most&lt;br /&gt;Though breaking me you intend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not one of the usual&lt;br /&gt;Docile, afraid, tame things&lt;br /&gt;I have tasted freedom&lt;br /&gt;And it gave me my wings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So even with them clipped&lt;br /&gt;I’ll fly- far far will I roam&lt;br /&gt;For freedom, for liberty&lt;br /&gt;The world I will comb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am far above you&lt;br /&gt;High oh so so high&lt;br /&gt;Watch me spread my wings&lt;br /&gt;Watch how far can I fly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Torture threatening cajoling&lt;br /&gt;My ideas you cannot quell&lt;br /&gt;Whoever conquered the ocean&lt;br /&gt;Or held back the swell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never let this blackness&lt;br /&gt;This dark be my fate&lt;br /&gt;No matter how you hold me&lt;br /&gt;I will myself extricate.&lt;br /&gt;Then I shall fly hard and fast&lt;br /&gt;Far far far away&lt;br /&gt;I know the time will come&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is another day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14746376-112281470359853013?l=sweetandbittersixteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14746376/posts/default/112281470359853013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14746376/posts/default/112281470359853013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetandbittersixteen.blogspot.com/2005/07/emancipation.html' title='Emancipation'/><author><name>@lankr1ta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=alanacmd&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14746376.post-112281389380487182</id><published>2005-07-31T05:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T05:44:53.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dark</title><content type='html'>Drip Drip Drip through the leaves&lt;br /&gt;Drop by Drop the water sieves&lt;br /&gt;As it falls from the eaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling like a veil to the ground&lt;br /&gt;Darkness envelops everything around&lt;br /&gt;Ominous silent, without a sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quietly overpowering the ear&lt;br /&gt;The rustling silence I hear&lt;br /&gt;And it gives rise to a feeling of fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m afraid of the trees silhouette&lt;br /&gt;Outlined ‘gainst the night’s black soot&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly an owl does hoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So piercingly sharp and shrill&lt;br /&gt;A premonition of foreboding ill&lt;br /&gt;With further terror it does fill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Nothing” I must console me&lt;br /&gt;No one around whom I can see&lt;br /&gt;My terror is silly, Can it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But is it really that absurd&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a caged bird&lt;br /&gt;I fear all that I have heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet glowing on the mantle bright&lt;br /&gt;A candle shedding its light&lt;br /&gt;Its cheery message- al is right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Destroying the enveloping blackness&lt;br /&gt;The candles’ cheery brightness&lt;br /&gt;And I no longer feel helpless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14746376-112281389380487182?l=sweetandbittersixteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14746376/posts/default/112281389380487182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14746376/posts/default/112281389380487182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetandbittersixteen.blogspot.com/2005/07/dark.html' title='Dark'/><author><name>@lankr1ta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=alanacmd&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14746376.post-112251316087955893</id><published>2005-07-27T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T18:12:40.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have got myself</title><content type='html'>They flit about me like bees&lt;br /&gt;Around a lower&lt;br /&gt;Smiling, grinning flattering&lt;br /&gt;Stifling by the hour.&lt;br /&gt;Yet it is plain as can be&lt;br /&gt;The truth is always bland&lt;br /&gt;What I live through and what I feel&lt;br /&gt;They can never understand.&lt;br /&gt;But I do not mind&lt;br /&gt;I don’ blame them at all&lt;br /&gt;What business is I of mine&lt;br /&gt;With my pain to sadden them all?&lt;br /&gt;I live up to my image&lt;br /&gt;So well do I play my part&lt;br /&gt;That I can laugh and joke&lt;br /&gt;While pain tears my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Yet I am always there to listen&lt;br /&gt;To their ideas, calm their fears&lt;br /&gt;And when they cry I stand by&lt;br /&gt;And softly dry their tears&lt;br /&gt;No, I cannot depend on them&lt;br /&gt;But then why should I?&lt;br /&gt;I am a rock, hard and firm&lt;br /&gt;So why should I ever cry?&lt;br /&gt;I don’t need anyone&lt;br /&gt;Close with me to be&lt;br /&gt;Well I am different from others&lt;br /&gt;They are them as I am me.&lt;br /&gt;I am not there to cry&lt;br /&gt;But to lighten a tear&lt;br /&gt;Not there to create problems&lt;br /&gt;But to make glad good cheer.&lt;br /&gt;Even if I am upset&lt;br /&gt;Why ought I address it aloud&lt;br /&gt;Why ought others be unhappy for me?&lt;br /&gt;I am far too proud.&lt;br /&gt;So I don’t blame anyone&lt;br /&gt;For this seemingly callous attitude&lt;br /&gt;For I have willingly locked myself&lt;br /&gt;And am happiest in my solitude.&lt;br /&gt;Sp let the world grow cold&lt;br /&gt;And let no one my problems see&lt;br /&gt;I care not a whit, no a bit&lt;br /&gt;For I have got myself, I have got me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14746376-112251316087955893?l=sweetandbittersixteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14746376/posts/default/112251316087955893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14746376/posts/default/112251316087955893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetandbittersixteen.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-have-got-myself.html' title='I have got myself'/><author><name>@lankr1ta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=alanacmd&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14746376.post-112251262464878996</id><published>2005-07-27T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T18:03:44.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Laugh your tears away</title><content type='html'>A life without humor &lt;br /&gt;Is riddled in gloom&lt;br /&gt;Though it be long in years&lt;br /&gt;It is over so soon&lt;br /&gt;If you want to life&lt;br /&gt;Long- years so many&lt;br /&gt;Laugh, laugh, laugh&lt;br /&gt;Your cares- there won’t be any.&lt;br /&gt;If you cry and sob or wail&lt;br /&gt;Or sulk, glower or mope&lt;br /&gt;Yours is a life of sadness&lt;br /&gt;Bereft of any hope.&lt;br /&gt;There is no need to cry&lt;br /&gt; Because you are so sad&lt;br /&gt;Remember you are still alive&lt;br /&gt;So it cannot be so bad.&lt;br /&gt;When something hurts you&lt;br /&gt;Your pain you must hide&lt;br /&gt;Remember whatever chances&lt;br /&gt;You have to keep your pride.&lt;br /&gt;Laughter and sorrow are &lt;br /&gt;Two equal aspects of life&lt;br /&gt;But the former not the latter&lt;br /&gt;Is stronger in the strife.&lt;br /&gt;Laughter is the broom&lt;br /&gt;To clear the cobwebs of pain&lt;br /&gt;Keep cleaning over and over&lt;br /&gt;Or they will be back again.&lt;br /&gt;Happiness is to be searched for&lt;br /&gt;With patience you will find&lt;br /&gt;It is a treasure&lt;br /&gt;For it is a state of mind.&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you are unhappy&lt;br /&gt;From shedding tears desist&lt;br /&gt;Life is to be lived, live it&lt;br /&gt;Do not merely exist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14746376-112251262464878996?l=sweetandbittersixteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14746376/posts/default/112251262464878996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14746376/posts/default/112251262464878996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetandbittersixteen.blogspot.com/2005/07/laugh-your-tears-away.html' title='Laugh your tears away'/><author><name>@lankr1ta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=alanacmd&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14746376.post-112217663168358617</id><published>2005-07-23T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T20:43:51.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Warning</title><content type='html'>A cloud a fuzzy haze&lt;br /&gt;Surrounds the real I&lt;br /&gt;What I am supposed o be&lt;br /&gt;Is all a nasty lie&lt;br /&gt;Myself and the real me&lt;br /&gt;So successfully do I hide&lt;br /&gt;That you will never know&lt;br /&gt;What in truth is inside.&lt;br /&gt;My appearance is deceptive&lt;br /&gt;And I let it be so&lt;br /&gt;What I am and what I think&lt;br /&gt;Why need you know?&lt;br /&gt;Let always this untruth remain&lt;br /&gt;Let always this be&lt;br /&gt;I know you certainly won' like&lt;br /&gt;The person who is really me.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I am selfish &lt;br /&gt;A mean and cunning cat&lt;br /&gt;I sure am certain &lt;br /&gt;You won't like that.&lt;br /&gt;SO here I've been deceiving &lt;br /&gt;Cheating you near and far&lt;br /&gt;Remember if I am a hypocrite&lt;br /&gt;That’s just what you are.&lt;br /&gt;So while I lie to you&lt;br /&gt;You reciprocate the same&lt;br /&gt;My, aren't we good&lt;br /&gt;At this deceiving game&lt;br /&gt;When you next criticize me&lt;br /&gt;Keep this in mind, sure do&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot o things &lt;br /&gt;That I know about you&lt;br /&gt;Maybe in an unguarded moment &lt;br /&gt;Something from my mouth slips&lt;br /&gt;Lest it happen, he price I ask&lt;br /&gt;Is that you guard your lips&lt;br /&gt;It is not cat and mouse&lt;br /&gt;The game between us two&lt;br /&gt;We're equal- as you say for me&lt;br /&gt;I perhaps might for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14746376-112217663168358617?l=sweetandbittersixteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14746376/posts/default/112217663168358617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14746376/posts/default/112217663168358617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetandbittersixteen.blogspot.com/2005/07/warning.html' title='A Warning'/><author><name>@lankr1ta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=alanacmd&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14746376.post-112217410639318828</id><published>2005-07-23T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T20:01:46.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To a nosy Lady I know</title><content type='html'>Your nose is too long: someday&lt;br /&gt;It will be cu short for you&lt;br /&gt;Don' poke it about too much&lt;br /&gt;Or you will be saying I did not warn you.&lt;br /&gt;And why is it so long?&lt;br /&gt;Why so extended may I ask?&lt;br /&gt;By any chance do you know &lt;br /&gt;Or are related  Cyrano de Bergac?&lt;br /&gt;Was it pulled to those proportions&lt;br /&gt;Or to that size did normally grow&lt;br /&gt;Maybe as you lied i grew longer&lt;br /&gt;As with poor Pinocchio?&lt;br /&gt;Well it has its purpose&lt;br /&gt;It sure gives us a warning&lt;br /&gt;That we keep away from you&lt;br /&gt;And our secrets from your learning&lt;br /&gt;Whenever there is a crack somewhere&lt;br /&gt;DO not push your nose through&lt;br /&gt;Instead keep off and maybe&lt;br /&gt;Ourselves we will tell it to you.&lt;br /&gt;If you push or poke or sneak&lt;br /&gt;You'll know secrets you suppose&lt;br /&gt;I am afraid that way my dear&lt;br /&gt;You will only lose your nose.&lt;br /&gt;So next when there is a secret&lt;br /&gt;Don't poke your nose of pry&lt;br /&gt;It will get cut short, you won't like it&lt;br /&gt;SO do not even try.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14746376-112217410639318828?l=sweetandbittersixteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14746376/posts/default/112217410639318828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14746376/posts/default/112217410639318828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetandbittersixteen.blogspot.com/2005/07/to-nosy-lady-i-know.html' title='To a nosy Lady I know'/><author><name>@lankr1ta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=alanacmd&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14746376.post-112217369503195420</id><published>2005-07-23T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T19:54:55.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Rain</title><content type='html'>All Creation is torn asunder&lt;br /&gt;By the crash of rolling thunder&lt;br /&gt;Purple Streaks brighten the sky&lt;br /&gt;As the lightning flashes by.&lt;br /&gt;Drops of water soon begin to fall&lt;br /&gt;Drops- round, large and small&lt;br /&gt;Noiselessly without a sound&lt;br /&gt;Throwing dust as they touch the ground&lt;br /&gt;Fast and furious screaming by&lt;br /&gt;Strong gales suddenly lash he sky.&lt;br /&gt;As if by prearranged sign&lt;br /&gt;he rain now falls thick and fine&lt;br /&gt;Harder and faster it does fall&lt;br /&gt;Deigning to drown one and all.&lt;br /&gt;Soon however the store is spent&lt;br /&gt;Lightning once more the sky does rent&lt;br /&gt;The earth drinks the water with greed&lt;br /&gt;Swallowing thirstily to fulfill her need&lt;br /&gt;For days of heat Months of dust&lt;br /&gt;Caused it to have such a thirst&lt;br /&gt;The silence of the air around&lt;br /&gt;Is broken by the singing sound&lt;br /&gt;Of water as it sieves&lt;br /&gt;Through the mesh of the leaves.&lt;br /&gt;All our tears , oppression and pain&lt;br /&gt;Are cleansed by the driving rain.&lt;br /&gt;The wasting heat by fresh youth&lt;br /&gt;The lies of yesterday by good clean truth.&lt;br /&gt;Gone are our sadness and our sorrow&lt;br /&gt;Instead we hope for a better tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14746376-112217369503195420?l=sweetandbittersixteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14746376/posts/default/112217369503195420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14746376/posts/default/112217369503195420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetandbittersixteen.blogspot.com/2005/07/first-rain.html' title='The First Rain'/><author><name>@lankr1ta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=alanacmd&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14746376.post-112211680693329982</id><published>2005-07-23T04:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T04:06:46.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who cares for me?</title><content type='html'>They are so wrapped in their misery&lt;br /&gt;That they do not see mine&lt;br /&gt;Because I look cheerful&lt;br /&gt;They think I am ine.&lt;br /&gt;I am beating my head 'gainst these bars&lt;br /&gt;As does a caged bird&lt;br /&gt;My silence is cscreaming&lt;br /&gt;Calling to be heard.&lt;br /&gt;They think they have troubles&lt;br /&gt;But they do not see me&lt;br /&gt;They wallow in heir sorrow&lt;br /&gt;And jjust let me be.&lt;br /&gt;They want me to listen&lt;br /&gt;Never to leavve them alone&lt;br /&gt;And when i turn to them&lt;br /&gt;To my feelings they are stone&lt;br /&gt;I wish to speak out&lt;br /&gt;To put orth my fears&lt;br /&gt;But alas I know that&lt;br /&gt;Their insensitivity will leave me in tears.&lt;br /&gt;I have my problems, troubles&lt;br /&gt;I want to tell them so&lt;br /&gt;But when I approach they shutter me out&lt;br /&gt;A nd I have nowhere to go.&lt;br /&gt;I should not rely on anyone&lt;br /&gt;But with my problems myself cope&lt;br /&gt;Never depend on them&lt;br /&gt;Only for a better future hope.&lt;br /&gt;There is no one to see my troubles&lt;br /&gt;Or my unhappiness to share&lt;br /&gt;I am sure because&lt;br /&gt;No one actually does care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14746376-112211680693329982?l=sweetandbittersixteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14746376/posts/default/112211680693329982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14746376/posts/default/112211680693329982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetandbittersixteen.blogspot.com/2005/07/who-cares-for-me.html' title='Who cares for me?'/><author><name>@lankr1ta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=alanacmd&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14746376.post-112211649893014967</id><published>2005-07-23T04:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T04:01:38.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tears- real friends</title><content type='html'>Though grief your heart does tear&lt;br /&gt;Smiling your pain you must bear&lt;br /&gt;Your friends are tears and only tears&lt;br /&gt;Drops which fall to allay your fears.&lt;br /&gt;People urn away when you come&lt;br /&gt;When you try to cry, you are stricken dumb&lt;br /&gt;After all society has some rules&lt;br /&gt;Which all of us follow like blind fools.&lt;br /&gt;No you can't openly speak out&lt;br /&gt;Conventions you cannot lout&lt;br /&gt;So cry till your heart is sore&lt;br /&gt;Cry till you can cry no more.&lt;br /&gt;Because tears and only tears&lt;br /&gt;Will lighten he load of your fears&lt;br /&gt;But never to anyone open your heart&lt;br /&gt;For they cannot take your part.&lt;br /&gt;At your fears they will only laugh&lt;br /&gt;All your tension hey will chaff&lt;br /&gt;Making the freshets of grief pour like a wave&lt;br /&gt;No one is your friend- yourself save.&lt;br /&gt;And your tears, only your tears&lt;br /&gt;Which will relieve your tensions and fears.&lt;br /&gt;So when all the world's a stone&lt;br /&gt;And when you are all alone&lt;br /&gt;Cry, cry cry all your pain away&lt;br /&gt;Cry till the break of day&lt;br /&gt;Before others you must pu on an act&lt;br /&gt;That you are happy must seem a fact&lt;br /&gt;Cry alone let others never know&lt;br /&gt;How your heart is full of woe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14746376-112211649893014967?l=sweetandbittersixteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14746376/posts/default/112211649893014967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14746376/posts/default/112211649893014967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetandbittersixteen.blogspot.com/2005/07/tears-real-friends.html' title='Tears- real friends'/><author><name>@lankr1ta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=alanacmd&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14746376.post-112211522016386762</id><published>2005-07-23T03:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T03:40:20.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To the dear unknown</title><content type='html'>Come and hold my hand and be my friend&lt;br /&gt;Walk with me to my journey's end&lt;br /&gt;Neiher leading nor shadowing my way&lt;br /&gt;Buit along wih me walking night and day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not leave my hand whatever may chance&lt;br /&gt;But walk with me without a backward glance&lt;br /&gt;Thfough the flowers and thorns lying my way&lt;br /&gt;Through the tempests that turn night to day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love me for what I am, not what I can be&lt;br /&gt;Be my friend for myself, only for me&lt;br /&gt;Don't try to change me, you cannot do so&lt;br /&gt;But with me you shall always go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the world turn its face and cast us out&lt;br /&gt;Wih you we shall move forward, I have no doubt&lt;br /&gt;Wih you near, come what may&lt;br /&gt;I'll move ahead, ever onward on my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through storms and tempests we will glide&lt;br /&gt;Though dark clouds the sun do hide&lt;br /&gt;Right through life to my journey's end&lt;br /&gt;Come , let us be together, my friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14746376-112211522016386762?l=sweetandbittersixteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14746376/posts/default/112211522016386762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14746376/posts/default/112211522016386762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetandbittersixteen.blogspot.com/2005/07/to-dear-unknown.html' title='To the dear unknown'/><author><name>@lankr1ta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=alanacmd&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14746376.post-112211489690317786</id><published>2005-07-23T03:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T03:34:56.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow is another day</title><content type='html'>Forget the sadness of today&lt;br /&gt;After all forver it will not stay&lt;br /&gt;Though you may be drowned in sorrow&lt;br /&gt;Be cheerful, it will soon be the morrow&lt;br /&gt;Though grief your heart does rent&lt;br /&gt;And all your joy seems to be spent&lt;br /&gt;Firmly to yourself say&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's anoher day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14746376-112211489690317786?l=sweetandbittersixteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14746376/posts/default/112211489690317786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14746376/posts/default/112211489690317786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetandbittersixteen.blogspot.com/2005/07/tomorrow-is-another-day.html' title='Tomorrow is another day'/><author><name>@lankr1ta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=alanacmd&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14746376.post-112211466810246664</id><published>2005-07-23T03:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T03:33:04.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An ode to the past year</title><content type='html'>THe old order changeth&lt;br /&gt;TO give way to the new&lt;br /&gt;Those that remeber the past&lt;br /&gt;Are alas very ew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say the old year is going&lt;br /&gt;Let him go&lt;br /&gt;New Year's coming&lt;br /&gt;Welcome him so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What lies ahead&lt;br /&gt;is still a mystery&lt;br /&gt;But soon this year&lt;br /&gt;Will be history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hands come together&lt;br /&gt;The clockl'll soon chime&lt;br /&gt;And the old year will&lt;br /&gt;Be lost in time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14746376-112211466810246664?l=sweetandbittersixteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14746376/posts/default/112211466810246664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14746376/posts/default/112211466810246664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetandbittersixteen.blogspot.com/2005/07/ode-to-past-year.html' title='An ode to the past year'/><author><name>@lankr1ta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=alanacmd&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14746376.post-112211448309825480</id><published>2005-07-23T03:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T03:28:03.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Prisoner</title><content type='html'>As I si in my prison cell&lt;br /&gt;All murky and dark&lt;br /&gt;I am an eagle in irons&lt;br /&gt;Born free as a lark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remeber the scent of the flowers&lt;br /&gt;The fledglings cries&lt;br /&gt;The stream that flowed&lt;br /&gt;The whippoorwill's sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I orget them&lt;br /&gt;Hard as i may try&lt;br /&gt;I was born free&lt;br /&gt;Under a free blue sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My captors clipped my wings&lt;br /&gt;So that I could not fly away&lt;br /&gt;Why did I ever come in here&lt;br /&gt;I still rue the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My jailor to the prison door&lt;br /&gt;Comes jangling his key&lt;br /&gt;And I think of the world outside&lt;br /&gt;Where alas! I cannot be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I must be patient&lt;br /&gt;And quietly sit and wait&lt;br /&gt;For the day when my captors&lt;br /&gt;Finally decide my Fate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14746376-112211448309825480?l=sweetandbittersixteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14746376/posts/default/112211448309825480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14746376/posts/default/112211448309825480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetandbittersixteen.blogspot.com/2005/07/prisoner.html' title='The Prisoner'/><author><name>@lankr1ta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=alanacmd&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14746376.post-112211386589040040</id><published>2005-07-23T03:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T03:17:45.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Musings on a butterfly</title><content type='html'>Does the butterfly remember&lt;br /&gt;The caterpillar it used to be?&lt;br /&gt;Does it think about &lt;br /&gt;The creature no one liked to see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   As it emerges from the chrysallis&lt;br /&gt;   And shakes its wings to dry&lt;br /&gt;   Does it not try to remember &lt;br /&gt;   The caterpillar who could not fly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it ever remember the hurt&lt;br /&gt;It faced, the tears it shed&lt;br /&gt;When people shunned it&lt;br /&gt;When it wished it were dead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   No, it does not recall any of&lt;br /&gt;   That unhappiness, misery and sorrow&lt;br /&gt;   Thus shall the sadness of today be&lt;br /&gt;   Removed by the good cheer of tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14746376-112211386589040040?l=sweetandbittersixteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetandbittersixteen.blogspot.com/feeds/112211386589040040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14746376&amp;postID=112211386589040040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14746376/posts/default/112211386589040040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14746376/posts/default/112211386589040040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetandbittersixteen.blogspot.com/2005/07/musings-on-butterfly.html' title='Musings on a butterfly'/><author><name>@lankr1ta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=alanacmd&amp;size=large&amp;type=jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
