<?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-6374928</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:54:11.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dep's Poetry</title><subtitle type='html'>Due to the closure of my website, I will be posting my poetry here now. Comments are welcome, you should all have my e-mail address.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Dep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024800466432667435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>104</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374928.post-112883100638577784</id><published>2005-10-08T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T21:10:06.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ILLUSIONS(Oct 8th 2005)...(Do the stars not still shine?)...(Does the sun not still rise?)Only in your world, can the stars shine.Only in your world, may the sun rise.Burning a hole through the pouring rainI stalk this Earth, alone as it once wasPerhaps better prepared...Perhaps a little more wise...But nothing... nothing is the same.Haunting each and every footstepsThe sound of memory drawing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/112883100638577784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374928&amp;postID=112883100638577784' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/112883100638577784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/112883100638577784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/2005/10/illusions-oct-8th-2005.html' title=''/><author><name>Dep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024800466432667435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374928.post-112596907250059398</id><published>2005-09-05T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T18:11:12.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>STILL REMEMBER(Sept 5th 2005)Thought we now lieWith a thousand miles between usOur hearts finally dividedAs it never was beforeOur shared fate shatteredAs though made of glassStill I rememberThough we have forswornOur future, our present's endOur heart's desires crushedThe link that was what we hadSevered for all eternityAn ending with complete finalityStill I rememberI see the endingThe fire and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/112596907250059398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374928&amp;postID=112596907250059398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/112596907250059398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/112596907250059398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/2005/09/still-remember-sept-5th-2005-thought.html' title=''/><author><name>Dep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024800466432667435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374928.post-112370113987423801</id><published>2005-08-10T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T12:12:19.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I dedicate this poem to Courtney 'Andarta' Duquette - may her sun never fail.NEED AND WANT(August 10th 2005)Slip into dreams of a tale untoldAnd a story that has yet to unfoldHere in restless sleep at last to findThat which I was forced to leave behindFor all that I have ever wantedAnd all that I have ever neededWas right here in front of meIf only I could have seenSlip your hand into mineAnd </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/112370113987423801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374928&amp;postID=112370113987423801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/112370113987423801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/112370113987423801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-dedicate-this-poem-to-courtney.html' title=''/><author><name>Dep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024800466432667435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374928.post-112347586482050549</id><published>2005-08-07T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T21:37:44.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PURPOSE(August 4th 2005)There is meaning in every songAnd a message in every poemLook, there on the surfaceOr deeper, beyond the wordsTake the words that I writeAnd know that I write for a purposeThere is always method to my madnessSomething to be learnedA story to be toldSomething I wish to saySo hear my words, look for the meaningThey aren't just made to be prettyThe demon in me wishes to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/112347586482050549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374928&amp;postID=112347586482050549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/112347586482050549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/112347586482050549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/2005/08/purpose-august-4th-2005-there-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Dep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024800466432667435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374928.post-112313293594841129</id><published>2005-08-03T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T22:22:15.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/112313293594841129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374928&amp;postID=112313293594841129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/112313293594841129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/112313293594841129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/2005/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Dep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024800466432667435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374928.post-112295365210159232</id><published>2005-08-01T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T20:34:12.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Telling Stories(August 1st 2005)How to retell the storyOf a perfect moment in timeOf a perfect night with youThe beginning of something so goodThe distance coming betweenMissing you, so lonely at nightEvery special occasion, every single dayWishing you could be here to share itThe attempts to bring myself upTo believe in the future yet to comeThe golden apple, lying in front of meJust waiting, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/112295365210159232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374928&amp;postID=112295365210159232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/112295365210159232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/112295365210159232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/2005/08/telling-stories-august-1st-2005-how-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Dep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024800466432667435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374928.post-112260482026229443</id><published>2005-07-28T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T19:40:20.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Greetings. The following is a collection of work from the preceding two months, the dates are, I believe, included. All good things come in threes.DEMONS MAY LAUGH(July 20th 2005)From nothingness shall grow everythingHope can fill an empty shellThere is a saviour, in the nightAnd there is nothing to forgiveThough our demons may laughI've seen all there is to seeAnd known your many livesAnd there </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/112260482026229443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374928&amp;postID=112260482026229443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/112260482026229443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/112260482026229443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/2005/07/greetings.html' title=''/><author><name>Dep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024800466432667435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374928.post-111581615664431574</id><published>2005-05-11T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T06:08:49.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>REACHING DEEP...(May 11th 2005)(Reach deep into your heart)(To find the answers you seek)"Is this not love?" I questionPerhaps I never saw trueOr perhaps I saw all alongBut never knew what to doPerhaps I was never meantTo live a life like thisPerhaps I'm meant to live in silenceTo live alone without youBut insight struck my heart that nightAnd I saw it all as trueI knew no matter what I saidI'd </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/111581615664431574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374928&amp;postID=111581615664431574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/111581615664431574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/111581615664431574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/2005/05/reaching-deep.html' title=''/><author><name>Dep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024800466432667435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374928.post-111543402719819285</id><published>2005-05-06T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T19:47:07.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pathways(May 6th 2005)Choices of long agoMade time and time againTime to make it one last timeGive it one last goThere's strife within our pastDarkness within our futureBut still that candle burnsWithin me, locked belowYou may choose your pathBut choose wisely, my loveDon't begin a path you willOne day intend to reverseWe now approach a forkShall we go left or right?Together or shall we split?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/111543402719819285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374928&amp;postID=111543402719819285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/111543402719819285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/111543402719819285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/2005/05/pathways-may-6th-2005-choices-of-long.html' title=''/><author><name>Dep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024800466432667435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374928.post-111448517293259354</id><published>2005-04-25T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T20:13:07.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>EPIPHANY(April 25th 2005)Like shattered glassIllusions fallDreams dissolve, resolveChanging, twisting turningSurer now, a future in mindPaths are set, places to goLet's find a route that takes usTo the ancient city of goldWe'll dance in the moonlightI'll sweep you off your feetLay you in your bed of rosesTouch your face, gently strokeIt's midnight, New Years EveLet's celebrate now togetherIt's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/111448517293259354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374928&amp;postID=111448517293259354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/111448517293259354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/111448517293259354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/2005/04/epiphany-april-25th-2005-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Dep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024800466432667435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374928.post-111448334364949239</id><published>2005-04-25T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T19:42:23.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Let's Go(April 20th 2005)Son of San Sebastian    Buried by shadows of night and day    Nevr ceasing, ever creasing    Look why are you here    Here for love you say?The Wolf eating the Raven    Trapped by the shadow    Cast out of the light    We meet in this place    No shadow... no light...Temple of the evilTemple of the weak    Brilliant halo from heaven above    Crushing the spirit, the life</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/111448334364949239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374928&amp;postID=111448334364949239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/111448334364949239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/111448334364949239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/2005/04/lets-go-april-20th-2005-son-of-san.html' title=''/><author><name>Dep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024800466432667435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374928.post-110670139681567847</id><published>2005-01-25T16:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T17:03:16.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CAPE COD - REVISITED(Jan 25th 2005)Something missing hereLast time I came withoutNo toothbrush, no toothpasteNo money, no bathing suitI sat right here, seashoreGazing out upon the wavesGazing out, sitting aloneCold wind chills to the boneLying downFacing downPen scratchingUtter nonsenseLooked around meSomething's missingThough about my toothbrushAnd where it is nowThen </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374928.post-110665699329781998</id><published>2005-01-25T04:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T04:43:13.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*reminds everyone of the previous poem written this month - "The Vows" - right below this one*&amp; I'm sorry I haven't written much poetry lately, but I had a lot of inspiration yesterday and I feel like it's all still there today so today is going to be write write write write!Enjoy! Laterz all *hugs to Andy*Symbol(Jan 21st 2004)Round and round it goesEncircling my wristLook, matching on</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/110665699329781998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374928&amp;postID=110665699329781998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/110665699329781998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/110665699329781998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/2005/01/reminds-everyone-of-previous-poem.html' title=''/><author><name>Dep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024800466432667435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374928.post-110550636384018978</id><published>2005-01-11T21:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T21:06:03.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Vows(January 12th, 2005)People surroundLast day is todayYour looks astoundToday is the first dayTrumpets soundwe all yell hoorayWe're homeward boundTomorrow's by the bayLast look aroundWe'll say "I say"Before we're boundLook around, say "Hey"The ring, so roundToday's the last dayWe whisper, no sound"I do", the last phraseSlip ring on fingerToday's the day to say "I do"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/110550636384018978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374928&amp;postID=110550636384018978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/110550636384018978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/110550636384018978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/2005/01/vows-january-12th-2005-people-surround.html' title=''/><author><name>Dep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024800466432667435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374928.post-110351930214451437</id><published>2004-12-19T21:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-19T21:09:37.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PROMISE ME(???)If I tell myself to believePromise you won't make me a liarIf I shut myself upPromise you won't make me regret itIf I turn darkness into lightPromise you won't change it back againIf I turn fear into confidencePromise you won't hurt meIf I tell myself not to worryAnd just to believe and be happyPromise me you won't prove me wrongPromise me you won't make me sadIf I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/110351930214451437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374928&amp;postID=110351930214451437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/110351930214451437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/110351930214451437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/2004/12/promise-me-if-i-tell-myself-to-believe.html' title=''/><author><name>Dep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024800466432667435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374928.post-110144065607810459</id><published>2004-11-25T19:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-25T19:44:16.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I BELIEVE(Nov 25th 2004)Though storms may blowThough mountains may crumbleThough pi may never be foundI believeThrough wind and rainThrough snow and sleetThrough fire and hell itselfI believeThough I may falterThough I may twist and turnThough I may not believe todayI believeThrough disbeliefThrough distance and timeThrough heartache and lonlinessI believeThrough all of the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/110144065607810459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374928&amp;postID=110144065607810459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/110144065607810459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/110144065607810459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-believe-nov-25th-2004-though-storms.html' title=''/><author><name>Dep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024800466432667435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374928.post-110083619989609459</id><published>2004-11-18T19:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-19T22:03:46.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MOONLIT IRIS(Nov 18th)The music startsThe world goes roundYou're pulled to your feetAs I begin to singAnd I'd give up forever to touch you'Cause I know that you'd feel me somehowYou're the closest to heaven that I'll ever beAnd I don't want to go home right nowSilently and smoothlyWe twirl around in moonlightNothing beneath our feetOnly love within our eyesAnd all I can taste is</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/110083619989609459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374928&amp;postID=110083619989609459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/110083619989609459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/110083619989609459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/2004/11/moonlit-iris-nov-18th-music-starts.html' title=''/><author><name>Dep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024800466432667435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374928.post-109988877247583749</id><published>2004-11-07T20:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T20:39:32.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SING ME A SONG(Nov 7th 2004)There are no words that I can writeThere is no song that I can singThere is no play that I can performThere is no poem that I can readNo painting that I may paintNo drawing that I may drawNo tune that I may humNo tale that I may spinNot a single poem I've ever writtenNot a single song I've ever sungHas ever come close to telling youWhat I've felt inside</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/109988877247583749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374928&amp;postID=109988877247583749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/109988877247583749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/109988877247583749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/2004/11/sing-me-song-nov-7th-2004-there-are-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Dep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024800466432667435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374928.post-109928354665934346</id><published>2004-10-31T20:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-10-31T20:32:26.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WHO ARE YOU?(October 31st 2004)In the depths of darknessThat follows this life of mineI sit and await final judgementSentanced for all of timeFrom the darkness straight aheadComes a voice, dark and deepIt's roughness grates as it asks"Who are you" and then fell quietI pondered my answer long and hardThen finally drew the courage to speakIn a meek voice that I did hateI told the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/109928354665934346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374928&amp;postID=109928354665934346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/109928354665934346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/109928354665934346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/2004/10/who-are-you-october-31st-2004-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Dep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024800466432667435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374928.post-109816204786043759</id><published>2004-10-18T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T22:00:47.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ALL I WANT OR ALL I WANT IS YOU(October 19th 2004)In life there are many thingsThat I may see and doBut at this moment in this placeAll I want is youI want to hold you through the nightAnd run my hand through you hairFeel your hand in mineAs we pass the night togetherI want to cling to you in the darkAnd wrap my arms around youWhisper sweet nothingsAs the night thickens around us</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/109816204786043759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374928&amp;postID=109816204786043759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/109816204786043759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/109816204786043759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/2004/10/all-i-want-or-all-i-want-is-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Dep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024800466432667435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374928.post-109754155971909939</id><published>2004-10-11T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T17:39:19.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TEARS OF SORROW(Oct 11th 2004)At first there was everythingI had the moon, the sun, the starsYou didn't have to give themThey came from your heartI laughed, I danced I sangAnd I believed in everythingNothing could tear us apartNothing could end this feelingThen there was doubtA longing for something elseBut, banishing it to the windsI sent it back to the darkI laughed, I danced </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/109754155971909939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374928&amp;postID=109754155971909939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/109754155971909939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/109754155971909939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/2004/10/tears-of-sorrow-oct-11th-2004-at-first.html' title=''/><author><name>Dep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024800466432667435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374928.post-109685026399031584</id><published>2004-10-03T17:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-03T17:37:43.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>here's some older stuff from a while back... not certain, but at least two months. thought I'd post it anyways.FADE AWAYEver believe in a wisp of smokeAnd the powers it can haveOnly to have them snatched awayOr run through your fingersLike sand in your handImpossible to holdAnd no matter how hard you tryNo matter what you try to believeIt's impossible to hold ontoYour wisp of smoke</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/109685026399031584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374928&amp;postID=109685026399031584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/109685026399031584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/109685026399031584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/2004/10/heres-some-older-stuff-from-while-back_03.html' title=''/><author><name>Dep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024800466432667435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374928.post-109685024575635950</id><published>2004-10-03T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-03T17:37:25.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>here's some older stuff from a while back... not certain, but at least two months. thought I'd post it anyways.FADE AWAYEver believe in a wisp of smokeAnd the powers it can haveOnly to have them snatched awayOr run through your fingersLike sand in your handImpossible to holdAnd no matter how hard you tryNo matter what you try to believeIt's impossible to hold ontoYour wisp of smoke</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/109685024575635950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374928&amp;postID=109685024575635950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/109685024575635950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/109685024575635950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/2004/10/heres-some-older-stuff-from-while-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Dep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024800466432667435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374928.post-109676430690783748</id><published>2004-10-02T17:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-02T17:45:29.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MAGIC IN THE AIR(Oct 2nd 2004)Light up the candles and start the fireThere's magic in the air tonightPut on a record, move aside the chairLet's dance on through the moonlightHold me close and hold me tightTwirl through the starlightSlowly moving and gently breathingRise as high as the stars mightLower me gently and stroke my hairWhisper to me in the nightPut your arm around and kiss</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/109676430690783748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374928&amp;postID=109676430690783748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/109676430690783748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/109676430690783748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/2004/10/magic-in-air-oct-2nd-2004-light-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Dep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024800466432667435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374928.post-109676425913115341</id><published>2004-10-02T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-02T17:44:19.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WHEN YOU'RE DOWN(Sept 30th 2004)(GUY)The world just seems so greyAnd nothing seems aliveMaybe everything is deadLike me, deep insideI can't seem to loveI don't remember howAnd all I can think is thatSomehow it's all wrongAll I want is sleepAnd for life just to stopI don't see a point 'causeBaby, I just can't love you anymoreForgive me, pleaseThere's nothing left inside(GIRL)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/109676425913115341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374928&amp;postID=109676425913115341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/109676425913115341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/109676425913115341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/2004/10/when-youre-down-sept-30th-2004-guy.html' title=''/><author><name>Dep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024800466432667435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374928.post-109608003751221984</id><published>2004-09-24T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-24T19:40:37.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I LOVE YOU(September 24th 2004)What is it to love?To feel like this for anotherWhat does it mean, for meTo say those famous wordsI love youLet me hold you in my armsAnd whisper in your earFeel your warmth next to meAnd gaze deep into your eyesLet me worry while you're awayAnd while you're sick and downHold you through your nightAnd wipe your tears awayLet me forgive all </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/109608003751221984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374928&amp;postID=109608003751221984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/109608003751221984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/109608003751221984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-love-you-september-24th-2004-what-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Dep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024800466432667435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374928.post-109452578707839541</id><published>2004-09-06T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-06T19:56:27.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THERE ARE TIMES(September 6th, 2004)There are timesWhen life starts to drag me downAnd everything seems impossibleLife's just going nowhereRunning on emptyAnd there are timesWhen the despair begins to overwhelm meDarkness is all I can predictLife's full of nothingNothing to live forThere are timesWhen the troubles seem too bigAnd they threaten to drown meLife's just too big</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/109452578707839541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374928&amp;postID=109452578707839541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/109452578707839541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/109452578707839541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/2004/09/there-are-times-september-6th-2004.html' title=''/><author><name>Dep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024800466432667435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374928.post-109427013377598548</id><published>2004-09-03T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-03T20:55:33.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MY LOVE(September 3rd 2004)We sit now togetherSide by sideAnd talk quietly in the nightOf life and of loveOf the past and the futureAnd of what we believeAnd we talk of what we've writtenOf the words which went between usWords of love and of beliefOf a future which may beOf a dream which could come trueIf we both believeAnd you say that you'd give me the moonAnd also the world</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/109427013377598548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374928&amp;postID=109427013377598548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/109427013377598548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/109427013377598548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/2004/09/my-love-september-3rd-2004-we-sit-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Dep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024800466432667435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374928.post-109384144312387215</id><published>2004-08-29T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-29T21:50:43.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just a quick admin post in between poems.I've enabled comments for this blog, as well as my others. If you want to comment on my poetry, feel free, but try to be polite. If you like my poetry, that's good. If you don't, say why. Constructive critism is the idea (and it's always nice to hear that you like the poem as well).thanksDep</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/109384144312387215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374928&amp;postID=109384144312387215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/109384144312387215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/109384144312387215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/2004/08/just-quick-admin-post-in-between-poems.html' title=''/><author><name>Dep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024800466432667435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374928.post-109384127520508652</id><published>2004-08-29T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-29T21:47:55.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BELIEVE IN DREAMS(August 30th 2004)I dreamed a dreamA dream of warmthA dream of loveLet me tell you how it wentI dreamed of a summers eveLate in the depths of nightGlowing campfire embersGive light for us to see byThe stars, shining so brightlyTwinkle aboev our headsAnd the river rustles by usReflecting the moon lightThere's nothing left to sayThere's nothing left to doExcept </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/109384127520508652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374928&amp;postID=109384127520508652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/109384127520508652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/109384127520508652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/2004/08/believe-in-dreams-august-30th-2004-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Dep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024800466432667435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374928.post-109315034881899779</id><published>2004-08-21T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-21T21:52:28.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WHAT YOU'RE MISSING(August 20th, 2004)All you see is blackAnd painted facesMetal chainsAnd silver ringsAnd all you can thinkIs how worthless we areAll you see is blackAnd a wasted lifeGoing nowhereAnd doing nothingWorthless people, you thinkWho just don't careAll you see is blackAnd a person going nowhereAll I see is blackAnd what lies insideAn artistAnd a poetAnd all I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/109315034881899779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374928&amp;postID=109315034881899779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/109315034881899779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/109315034881899779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/2004/08/what-youre-missing-august-20th-2004.html' title=''/><author><name>Dep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024800466432667435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374928.post-109280682293714229</id><published>2004-08-17T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-17T22:27:02.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hold On(August 18th 2004)Here in the black of nightThere's nothing to hold ontoTears fall unbiddenAnd dampen my pillowThoughts fill my headTerrible, cynical thoughtsNothing seems real anymoreThere's nothing to believe inAnd it's all impossibleWe'll never be togetherRegrets and doubts fill meDreams will never come trueYour photo by my sideJust stings all the moreAs I know what I've </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/109280682293714229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374928&amp;postID=109280682293714229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/109280682293714229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/109280682293714229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/2004/08/hold-onaugust-18th-2004-here-in-black.html' title=''/><author><name>Dep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024800466432667435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374928.post-109271100890416445</id><published>2004-08-16T19:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T19:50:08.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SAVED(August 16th)Here on the brinkAbout to give inForsake everything I amAlready starting to give inWho cares about love anywaysAnd what good is feelingWhen all I feel is painNo, there's nothing to believe inNothing to rely on anymoreSo burn the poems and burn the bridgesForget these feelings and loveNothing matters anywaysAnd thenCame a shoutFrom the pastSomeone who believes</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/109271100890416445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374928&amp;postID=109271100890416445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/109271100890416445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/109271100890416445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/2004/08/savedaugust-16th-here-on-brink-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Dep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024800466432667435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374928.post-109270980019832449</id><published>2004-08-16T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T19:30:00.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THOUGHTS(August 16th, 2004)Though I'm hereAnd so far awayStill I think of youAnd dream of a futureOf holding you in my armsBrushing your hair backGazing deep into your eyesRunning my fingersAcross your cheekOf cuddling beside youYour body warm against mineOf feeling your heart beatRunning my fingersThrough your hairOf dancing with youSlowly across the roomA soft, slow song </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/109270980019832449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374928&amp;postID=109270980019832449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/109270980019832449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/109270980019832449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/2004/08/thoughts-august-16th-2004-though-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Dep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024800466432667435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374928.post-109270593806680260</id><published>2004-08-16T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T18:25:38.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SEASHORE(Aug 16th, 2004)I see the two of usLounging by the seaPurple sky to the westBehind the setting sunBlack sky to the eastFilled with glowing starsI turn to you and hold youPress my lips to yoursFind your hand in the twilightWhisper I love you in your earGaze deep into your eyesHold you tight against my chestListen to your heart beatThump-thump, thump-thumpListen to you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/109270593806680260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374928&amp;postID=109270593806680260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/109270593806680260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/109270593806680260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/2004/08/seashore-aug-16th-2004-i-see-two-of-us.html' title=''/><author><name>Dep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024800466432667435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374928.post-109219787912765842</id><published>2004-08-10T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T21:17:59.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE PERFECT NIGHT(Aug 10th, 2004)If I had just one nightTo spend with you, my dearWhat would I have us doOn this night, the perfect nightWhere anything can be doneStrolling through changing leavesBrisk night wind mussing our hairHand in hand, arm in armLips upon ips in a passionate kissAs we walk through the nightSunset upon the waterOur footprints behind us in the sandSlowly </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/109219787912765842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374928&amp;postID=109219787912765842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/109219787912765842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/109219787912765842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/2004/08/perfect-night-aug-10th-2004-if-i-had.html' title=''/><author><name>Dep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024800466432667435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374928.post-109202761002359192</id><published>2004-08-08T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-08T22:00:10.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>REVEALED(Aug 9th, 2004)Been locked in the dark so longI've forgotten the sunTrapped in the rain for agesAnd I can't remember clear skiesBeen crawling for years and yearsI've forgotten how to standLoved in the dark so longI don't remember how to tell youBut now with you here againI've remembered how to standAnd with love flowing once againI remember how to tell youI love you and I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/109202761002359192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374928&amp;postID=109202761002359192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/109202761002359192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/109202761002359192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/2004/08/revealedaug-9th-2004-been-locked-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Dep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024800466432667435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374928.post-109202573174641190</id><published>2004-08-08T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-08T21:28:51.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dreams Come True(Aug 8th 2004)The sky's cluttered with starsAs we dance belowAnd the rain begins to fallThe night more perfect as it goesTwirling through the starshineDancing in the moonlightNow sitting high above the shoreWhispering in the star lightDancing on down the beachLeaving our footsteps behindGazing deep into your eyesHow cruel fate can be so kindSo hold me close, hold </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/109202573174641190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374928&amp;postID=109202573174641190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/109202573174641190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/109202573174641190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/2004/08/dreams-come-true-aug-8th-2004-skys.html' title=''/><author><name>Dep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024800466432667435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374928.post-109132436586350771</id><published>2004-07-31T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-31T18:39:25.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I feel that some form of explanation is required for each of these, why I wrote it and so forth.This first one I wrote because well... I have feelings for two people. Inside myself I really can't make up my mind which I like more, they both appeal to different parts of me. The problem is one of them lives far away and the other one lives here. That sways things some. But not enough to make this</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/109132436586350771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374928&amp;postID=109132436586350771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/109132436586350771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/109132436586350771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/2004/07/i-feel-that-some-form-of-explanation.html' title=''/><author><name>Dep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024800466432667435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374928.post-108947563122971254</id><published>2004-07-10T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-10T09:07:11.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Alright. There is a lot of new poetry so watch the dates carefully! Don't get thinking things are going on which aren't or I'm writing about people I'm not. Some of this is crap, but some of this is pretty good as well. LaterLonely Nights (June 8th 2004)I miss you	Lonely nights spent dreaming	That you are beside me	Asleep in my arms	So beautiful in the moonlightI need you	Lonely nights </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/108947563122971254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374928&amp;postID=108947563122971254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/108947563122971254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/108947563122971254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/2004/07/alright.html' title=''/><author><name>Dep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024800466432667435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374928.post-108584071981068359</id><published>2004-05-29T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-29T07:25:19.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Farewell(May 29th, 2004)Now bid farewellTo the days spent alone, broodingTo the nights spent alone, cryingTo the friends who took me downTo the foes I kept aroundTo the angels I failed to hold dearTo the devils I thought sincereTo the anger I saw neededTo the love that went unheededNow bid farewellTo the dark hours that haunted meTo the dark moods that destroyed meTo the dark </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/108584071981068359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374928&amp;postID=108584071981068359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/108584071981068359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/108584071981068359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/2004/05/farewell-may-29th-2004-now-bid.html' title=''/><author><name>Dep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024800466432667435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374928.post-108571359604035786</id><published>2004-05-27T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-27T20:06:36.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Love Runs Again(May 20th, 2004)When I lie in the darkTears upon my faceI simply think of youAnd tell myself thisRemember her hand on yoursRemember her lips on yoursRemember the look in her eyesRemember the feeling in her heartBelieve in that feelingBelieve in things to comeBelieve in that kissBelieve in yourselfAnd the world is less greyThe night, a little warmerThe stars, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/108571359604035786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374928&amp;postID=108571359604035786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/108571359604035786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/108571359604035786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/2004/05/love-runs-again-may-20th-2004-when-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Dep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024800466432667435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374928.post-108492276472435257</id><published>2004-05-18T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-18T16:26:04.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PerfectionMay 18th, 2004I never knew perfectionNever seen true beautyNever loved all of a person'Til I met youI never felt a spark insideNever dreamed so muchNever smiled so often'Til I met youNever realized thatOne like you could existRomantic, classic rock, poetWriter, star-loving,Moonlite walks on beachesNo I never thought I'd meetSomenoe as perfect as you</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/108492276472435257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374928&amp;postID=108492276472435257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/108492276472435257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/108492276472435257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/2004/05/perfection-may-18th-2004-i-never-knew.html' title=''/><author><name>Dep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024800466432667435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374928.post-108492238067608123</id><published>2004-05-18T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-18T16:19:40.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>AndartaMay 18th, 2004The best night of my lifeWas all thanks to youWe talked, we sungWe laughed and we drankBut those were not the best thingsNo the best thingsWere the moments of silenceGazing at the otherWhen we don't think they're lookingThen the smile and giggleWhen our eyes meetThe clasped hands, yours in mineThe small smile upon your faceBut best of all thingsWas the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/108492238067608123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374928&amp;postID=108492238067608123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/108492238067608123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/108492238067608123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/2004/05/andarta-may-18th-2004-best-night-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Dep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024800466432667435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374928.post-108492211553410121</id><published>2004-05-18T16:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-18T16:15:15.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MagicMay 18th, 2004I float through this worldDreamy smile upon my face,No step I make wrong,No hatred alters my pace.Electric sparks in my heart,A fire burning deep within,And in the darkness of night,A candle is lit once again.Like gentle rain after stormMy doubts are washed away,Replaced by new belief thatYes, there is a way.Cupid's arrow has struckMy heart at lastFinally I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/108492211553410121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374928&amp;postID=108492211553410121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/108492211553410121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/108492211553410121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/2004/05/magic-may-18th-2004-i-float-through.html' title=''/><author><name>Dep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024800466432667435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374928.post-108397943693424663</id><published>2004-05-07T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-07T18:28:25.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Forgotten(May 5th, 2004)Been locked in the dark so longI've forgotten the sunTrapped in the rain for agesAnd I can't remember clear skiesBeen forced to from so muchI've forgotten how to smileIgnored emotion half my lifeAnd I can't remember feelingBeen compelled to give it allI've forgotten how to keep itVoiced a lie too oftenAnd I can't remember truthBeen blind for so many years</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/108397943693424663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374928&amp;postID=108397943693424663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/108397943693424663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/108397943693424663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/2004/05/forgotten-may-5th-2004-been-locked-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Dep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024800466432667435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374928.post-108121243204974255</id><published>2004-04-05T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-05T17:50:56.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>These Things(Mar 31st, 2004)What do you think, oh friend of mineWhat do you believe, what do you wantWhat throughts run through your mindUnder your beautiful golden hairWhat would you have me answerTo this burning question of mineTo speak or not to speakTo assume or to risk the truthWhat would you say if I told youJust how much I careWhat would you do if I held youWhat if I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/108121243204974255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374928&amp;postID=108121243204974255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/108121243204974255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/108121243204974255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/2004/04/these-things-mar-31st-2004-what-do-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Dep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024800466432667435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374928.post-108121228555954576</id><published>2004-04-05T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-05T17:48:29.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Footsteps(Mar 31st, 2004)In my mind lies a burning questionWhich yearns to be releasedBut past events have led me astrayAnd may cause me to remain silencedSo now the question remainsTo speak or not to speakOf liking, perhaps lovingAt this young and tender ageIs it nobler to remain silentWatch as the years pass byOr to take up the fieldAnd present these thoughts to youIs it wiser </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/108121228555954576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374928&amp;postID=108121228555954576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/108121228555954576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/108121228555954576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/2004/04/footsteps-mar-31st-2004-in-my-mind.html' title=''/><author><name>Dep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024800466432667435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374928.post-107980081031781103</id><published>2004-03-20T08:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-20T08:43:32.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Treacherous Fate(Mar 19th, 2004)Oh treacherous fateA pox upon theeWhy does thee mock meAnd steal all that I needWhy does thee deny meThe love which I need soThe companionship to sustain meThe partnership that I desireWhy does thee dangleHope from thy fingers of mistOnly to snatch it awayWhen I leap upon itWhy does thee playThis game of thineHave you not enough ofThe screams </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/107980081031781103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374928&amp;postID=107980081031781103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/107980081031781103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/107980081031781103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/2004/03/treacherous-fate-mar-19th-2004-oh.html' title=''/><author><name>Dep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024800466432667435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374928.post-107954588306426119</id><published>2004-03-17T09:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-17T09:54:40.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>No One At Last(Jan 6th, 2004)The moon stares from aboveUpon this lovely sceneSo much love fills the airSo much hate has left this placeFor the words have been saidAnd the tension is goneYour answer is a yesI am no longer a pawnSlowly we move togetherGiving and taking from the otherNights of passion fly byAnd evenings of love entrance meSo much love, so much passionThis is my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/107954588306426119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374928&amp;postID=107954588306426119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/107954588306426119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/107954588306426119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/2004/03/no-one-at-last-jan-6th-2004-moon.html' title=''/><author><name>Dep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024800466432667435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374928.post-107954587579747497</id><published>2004-03-17T09:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-17T09:54:33.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Fork(Dec 12th, 2004)A winter's nightA road lies before meThe darkness swallows all lightAnd all the hope within meSuddenly a fork appearsLeft or right I wonderOne leads to my destinationThe other to my deathWhich is which I wonderAs the darkness tightens its gripNo road signs to show meNo people to ask directionsI try to stop and thinkBut the brakes are not workingI speed </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/107954587579747497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374928&amp;postID=107954587579747497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/107954587579747497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/107954587579747497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/2004/03/fork-dec-12th-2004-winters-night-road.html' title=''/><author><name>Dep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024800466432667435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374928.post-107949471593840854</id><published>2004-03-16T19:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-16T19:41:52.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>An Intangible Gift(Mar 15th, 2004)Behold, beholdA gift more valuable than goldMore intangible than windBehold this gift of oldRaise it up on highShout its praises to the skyYet know it as a two faced coinMaybe leave you high and dryKnow it as double edged swordOne blade cuts your foesThe other cuts your heartAnd all is but chaosBehold, beholdA gift more valuable than goldYet </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/107949471593840854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374928&amp;postID=107949471593840854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/107949471593840854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/107949471593840854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/2004/03/intangible-gift-mar-15th-2004-behold.html' title=''/><author><name>Dep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024800466432667435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374928.post-107929148907578922</id><published>2004-03-14T11:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-14T11:14:43.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sacrifice(Mar 9th, 2004)You have not seen the depths of sorrowNor the depths of jealousyUntil you've been where I've beenWalked these dark paths of mineUntil you've sat besideThe one you love so dearAnd know you cannot beWith her now or foreverUntil you've seen herWith another man she loves moreKiss, hug, hold handsEach one tearing at your heartNo you have not seenThe depths of</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/107929148907578922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374928&amp;postID=107929148907578922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/107929148907578922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/107929148907578922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/2004/03/sacrifice-mar-9th-2004-you-have-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Dep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024800466432667435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374928.post-107929130845464205</id><published>2004-03-14T11:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-14T11:11:42.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fortune Teller(Mar 9th, 2004)What does the future holdIs it for any man to knowWill I still be here tomorrowOr will I be lost in sorrowSo how much should I knowFortune teller of oldWhat is my placeIn this brave new world we createHow can one say I amThis, that and the otherTell me fortune teller of lateWhat now is my placeNo identity but your ownNo life except that you liveNo </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/107929130845464205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374928&amp;postID=107929130845464205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/107929130845464205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/107929130845464205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/2004/03/fortune-teller-mar-9th-2004-what-does.html' title=''/><author><name>Dep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024800466432667435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374928.post-107929117425010566</id><published>2004-03-14T11:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-14T11:09:28.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's Just Me(Mar 9th, 2004)Why am I mockedBy a God that doesn't existWhy do I dreamOf her all night longWhy do I giveNever to recieveWhy do I tryNever to be believedWhy do I hopeThat the world can changeWhy do I stopSo they are with anotherWhy do I cryWhen I never tryWhy do I loveWhen they never doWhy do I believeWhen nothing is realWhy do I speakWhen they never hearWhy do </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/107929117425010566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374928&amp;postID=107929117425010566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/107929117425010566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/107929117425010566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/2004/03/its-just-me-mar-9th-2004-why-am-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Dep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024800466432667435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374928.post-107929105622972787</id><published>2004-03-14T11:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-14T11:07:30.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Cliff(Mar 6th, 2004)A thousand miles tallThey stand at it's edgeGazing at the depthsOf the cliffThe cliffWhere dreams are made and brokenWhere fate is forced to chooseWhat is meant for theeThe cliffWhere hearts are brokenAnd remade each dayAnd only chaos reignsThe cliffWhere the Dead and the DamnedThe Lucky and the ChosenAll came into beingAnd now anotherWalks to the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/107929105622972787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374928&amp;postID=107929105622972787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/107929105622972787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/107929105622972787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/2004/03/cliff-mar-6th-2004-thousand-miles-tall.html' title=''/><author><name>Dep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024800466432667435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374928.post-107929086619795878</id><published>2004-03-14T11:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-14T11:04:20.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Save The World(Mar 3rd, 2004)So what do I sayWhat do I doWhen those that I loveCannot be told the truthWhy do I tryWhen no one believesThe truth that I bringThe song that I singAnd when my love failsI must stand strongPretend it's alrightWhen really it's notFor I cannot bear to see youYou and you, two veesAnd now I finally seeThe truth which must beI cannot save the world</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/107929086619795878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374928&amp;postID=107929086619795878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/107929086619795878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/107929086619795878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/2004/03/save-world-mar-3rd-2004-so-what-do-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Dep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024800466432667435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374928.post-107929073506255199</id><published>2004-03-14T10:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-14T11:02:09.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last Poem(Feb 26th, 2004)Nothing more awaits meDown this path, proven falseAnd where it all beganHere it all shall endNo more poemsOf an angel I lovedNo more pleasFrom this tortured soulNo more tearsOver forsaken loveNo more poemsAfter this last oneFor eight summersYou've been in my heartThrough the storms and perilsI've held onto youMy life, my loveMy poems, my songsAll </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/107929073506255199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374928&amp;postID=107929073506255199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/107929073506255199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/107929073506255199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/2004/03/last-poem-feb-26th-2004-nothing-more.html' title=''/><author><name>Dep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024800466432667435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374928.post-107887112728930019</id><published>2004-03-09T14:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-09T14:28:34.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>JEALOUSYGreen tinged devilDestroyer of menScourge of the honorableDefender of hateI rise now to do battleWith this treacherous foeAnd no potion, no spellCan aide me in this fightI must remain strongMust fight for the right thingWhen my heart tells me thatAll of this is wrongMust let her make her choicesNot let my emtions control meBut there is a fundentental differenceBetween </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/107887112728930019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374928&amp;postID=107887112728930019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/107887112728930019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/107887112728930019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/2004/03/jealousy-green-tinged-devil-destroyer.html' title=''/><author><name>Dep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024800466432667435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374928.post-107826356440515347</id><published>2004-03-02T13:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T13:42:21.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CANDLEA single candleLighting the darknessLighting the depths of my soulShowing me my wayUntil, with a flashAnd a whimper so softThe candle goes outSmothered by doubtAnd without my candleMy feet go awryI trip and fallTaking others into the darkAnd though I have a matchHiding in my packI cannot see to find itNor do I have the strength to light itSo in the darkness I'll remain</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/107826356440515347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374928&amp;postID=107826356440515347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/107826356440515347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/107826356440515347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/2004/03/candle-single-candle-lighting-darkness.html' title=''/><author><name>Dep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024800466432667435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374928.post-107826343633645959</id><published>2004-03-02T13:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T13:40:13.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LAST POEMNothing more awaits meDown this path, proven falseAnd where it all beganHere it all shall endNo more poemsOf an angel I loveNo more pleasFrom this tortured soulNo more tearsOver forsaken loveNo more poemsAfter this last oneFor eight summersYou've been in my heartThrough rainstorms and perilsI've held onto youMy life, my loveMy poems, my songsAll for you, my angel</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/107826343633645959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374928&amp;postID=107826343633645959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/107826343633645959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/107826343633645959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/2004/03/last-poem-nothing-more-awaits-me-down.html' title=''/><author><name>Dep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024800466432667435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374928.post-107767530419415508</id><published>2004-02-24T18:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T18:17:52.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HERE IT ENDSAnd so it endsIn tears and sorrowAt the words of anotherSo this all endsAs tears fall from my eyesI reflect on happier timesOn the days gone byWhen we were happyNow I am emptyWithout you to loveTo complete my soulI am nothingYet I must move onTo new love, new pathsYet never in my lifeCan I kill these feelings for youBut now that I knowThere is no love in youWhat</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/107767530419415508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374928&amp;postID=107767530419415508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/107767530419415508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/107767530419415508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/2004/02/here-it-ends-and-so-it-ends-in-tears.html' title=''/><author><name>Dep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024800466432667435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374928.post-107757998296956884</id><published>2004-02-23T15:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-23T15:49:09.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DARKNESS AND SHADOWDarkness and shadowFill me to the brimAnd what was once loveIs now a large doubtDarkness and shaddowHaving been forsakenYet not forsaken completelyOnly makes it worsePlease let it endI can't take much moreDarkness and shadowThreaten to drown meA never ending sea of depressionIs all that awaits me nowNothing left for me But darkness and shadowSo you who know</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/107757998296956884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374928&amp;postID=107757998296956884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/107757998296956884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/107757998296956884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/2004/02/darkness-and-shadow-darkness-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Dep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024800466432667435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374928.post-107757971335882568</id><published>2004-02-23T15:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-23T15:44:40.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>RIGHT AND WRONGWhat is rightWhat is wrongWho am I to sayThat this is rightThat it is meant to beBetween me and my angelThat what I want tonightIs truly what I wantWho am I to sayWhen even I do not knowWhat is what, who I wantAnd nothing is for sureThere are a few othersWith whom I see myselfSo now what should I doWhen nothing is clearMy life is but a shadowOf what it might </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/107757971335882568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374928&amp;postID=107757971335882568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/107757971335882568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/107757971335882568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/2004/02/right-and-wrong-what-is-right-what-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Dep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024800466432667435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374928.post-107739009584734507</id><published>2004-02-21T11:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-21T11:04:19.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE WORLD'S FATEAnd the world pausedAs if drawing a deep breathAll around me came stillnessThe calm before the stormAnd the people stood in silenceStaring at each otherThe with a mighty rumbleThe storm came upon the worldLightning flashed and thunder roaredDestroying all that I held dearThen someone yelled "This is not right!"With shock I saw it was myselfAnd the world pausedThen</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/107739009584734507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374928&amp;postID=107739009584734507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/107739009584734507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/107739009584734507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/2004/02/worlds-fate-and-world-paused-as-if.html' title=''/><author><name>Dep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024800466432667435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374928.post-107738993851818591</id><published>2004-02-21T10:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-21T11:01:42.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WINDS OF CHANGETrees stand still around meNo wind rustles my hairAll around me the world stands stillWaiting for today's encounterAs if drawing a deep breathThe trees are stillThe clouds do not moveNo sun to speak ofWhat will happen afterThe calm before the stormOnly time can tellAnd those who see the futureI go now to my fateWhatever it may beAnd around me as trees stand still</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/107738993851818591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374928&amp;postID=107738993851818591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/107738993851818591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/107738993851818591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/2004/02/winds-of-change-trees-stand-still.html' title=''/><author><name>Dep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024800466432667435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374928.post-107738986397323394</id><published>2004-02-21T10:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-21T11:00:28.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE PASTThe past is the past they sayAnd my future's already setYet there are days I wishYou and I were togetherFor now that I seeWith eyes uncloudedYou and I seem perfectThough perhaps I merely dreamBut the past must be the pastAnd I must look towards the futureFor we've tred these paths beforeAnd it has come to naughtBut still I gaze each dayUpon thy beautiful faceAnd wish </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/107738986397323394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374928&amp;postID=107738986397323394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/107738986397323394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/107738986397323394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/2004/02/past-past-is-past-they-say-and-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Dep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024800466432667435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374928.post-107738975209912074</id><published>2004-02-21T10:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-21T10:58:36.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TEMPESTMore violent than a tempestSadder than a willowDarker than the nightMore lonely than the seaFor upon this black nightTruly the blackest of allMemories return to meVisions of you haunt meThe smell of french vanillaThe darkness of the nightThe twinkling of stars above meAll these things do haunt meFor you have brought themIn moments we sharedShocking, can you rememberThose</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/107738975209912074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374928&amp;postID=107738975209912074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/107738975209912074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/107738975209912074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/2004/02/tempest-more-violent-than-tempest.html' title=''/><author><name>Dep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024800466432667435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374928.post-107738958286032679</id><published>2004-02-21T10:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-21T10:55:47.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TIME BORROWEDEyes which see tomorrowA curse which brings much sorrowLeaves one feeling quite hollowAs one gazes upon the morrowHer living on time borrowedAnd time beginning to swallowHer faith beginning to wallowAs he becomes too shallowTo sit and do nothingAs she puts on the ringA curse but I must singHis praises as a kingThen she sees a failingWhile the sun is fadingWants to do </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/107738958286032679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374928&amp;postID=107738958286032679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/107738958286032679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/107738958286032679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/2004/02/time-borrowed-eyes-which-see-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>Dep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024800466432667435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374928.post-107738943085198719</id><published>2004-02-21T10:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-21T10:53:15.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FYRE OF LOVEWhat one will ignoreI will now persueWhat one would have me abandonI shall never turn fromShould it lead into darknessInto myst and shadowI will not be deterredFrom the path I have chosenShould she abandon all hopeMine will be thereShould she lack the strengthI will carry herShould she lack the courageTo face the torment of othersMy courage will hold us upAs we face </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/107738943085198719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374928&amp;postID=107738943085198719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/107738943085198719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/107738943085198719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/2004/02/fyre-of-love-what-one-will-ignore-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Dep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024800466432667435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374928.post-107738931139407694</id><published>2004-02-21T10:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-21T10:51:15.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE DAMNEDIn the hands of fateControl slipping awayNo longer can I waitNo longer to sit by the quayBehold, here is the FutureWritten in silverOn pages of darknessIn a book with no coverAnd now, knowing allI walk this Earth aloneNo hope for myselfNo hope for mankindWith an empty cold gazeI walk through this placeSilent foreverFor I am the DamnedAll knowingAll seeingNothing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/107738931139407694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374928&amp;postID=107738931139407694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/107738931139407694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/107738931139407694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/2004/02/damned-in-hands-of-fate-control.html' title=''/><author><name>Dep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024800466432667435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374928.post-107565286890770263</id><published>2004-02-01T08:27:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-01T08:30:05.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>KNOWINGKnowing the ending of your playWould you have begun the writingKnowing the ending of the storyWould you have begun to readKnowing the ending of your lifeWould you have begun to liveKnowing the ending of the songWould you have begun to listenKnowing the ending of the musicWould you have begun to playKnowing the ending of your journeyWould you have begun to walkKnowing the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/107565286890770263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374928&amp;postID=107565286890770263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/107565286890770263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/107565286890770263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/2004/02/knowing-knowing-ending-of-your-play.html' title=''/><author><name>Dep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024800466432667435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374928.post-107565285528332487</id><published>2004-02-01T08:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-01T08:29:51.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TOMORROWBelieve as I believeLive as I have livedKnow as I knowSee the terrible truthTime ticks forever onwardsCarrying lives, souls and heartsInto a deep black pitWhere all things must endIt is then that you realizeThere is no tomorrowOnly today, right nowTo do what you must doSo upon this nightAS we lie in the darkThings that lay hiddenWill be pulled into the lightWith a few</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374928.post-107565283635260604</id><published>2004-02-01T08:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-01T08:29:32.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE DEPTHS OF SORROWIn the depths of timeLocked away without a rhymeWho will save me nowDay and night the sameDriving me insaneBlinded by the truthSomeone call my nameIn the depths of sorrowLocked away, no hope for tomorrowWho will save me nowAlive but dead insideWanting of this rideBelieving with out hopeThat I can change the tideBelieving in loveThat I will find a doveNo </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/107565283635260604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374928&amp;postID=107565283635260604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/107565283635260604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/107565283635260604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/2004/02/depths-of-sorrow-in-depths-of-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Dep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024800466432667435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374928.post-107490427629540858</id><published>2004-01-23T16:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T16:33:20.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ONLY ONE PATHIn the darkness of eternal nightEverything becomes so clearMy path brightly litBy lanterns of darknessFor there is but one pathAnd no matter the painNo matter the sorrowI must travel it todayThere are no words left withinOnly a vast emptinessWhich only you can fillMy love, my angelAnd so, upon the morrowAs the sun rises in the EastAll shall be made clear to you</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/107490427629540858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374928&amp;postID=107490427629540858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/107490427629540858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/107490427629540858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/2004/01/only-one-path-in-darkness-of-eternal.html' title=''/><author><name>Dep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024800466432667435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374928.post-107490312709818377</id><published>2004-01-23T16:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T16:14:28.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A slight deviation from normal. I have posted here my narrative essay, which I wrote for an english exam and then copied to take home. I find it is very good. Comments welcome.It was a cold winter's day and a young man was just beginning his daily journey to school. He had pale blue eyes that nobody seemed to notice behind his black rimmed glasses, and black hair cut short. He wore an oversized</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/107490312709818377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374928&amp;postID=107490312709818377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/107490312709818377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/107490312709818377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/2004/01/slight-deviation-from-normal.html' title=''/><author><name>Dep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024800466432667435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374928.post-107490300148452487</id><published>2004-01-23T16:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T16:12:05.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LIES(BHBE)Some lies must be toldSome lies can be for surprisesSome lies ease the minds of othersWho worry without reasonBut some lies should not be toldYet I have told thee oneThe same one you told meOh sweet bitter ironyNot to tell you is my lieTell you of my loveFor you, yes youYou of brown eyes and brown hairIf only there was a wayThat we could be togetherI'd tear this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/107490300148452487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374928&amp;postID=107490300148452487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/107490300148452487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/107490300148452487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/2004/01/lies-bhbe-some-lies-must-be-told-some.html' title=''/><author><name>Dep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024800466432667435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374928.post-107490291056402384</id><published>2004-01-23T16:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T16:10:35.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>To Know ParadiseHold youTouch youFeel youLove youBe with youAll the lonely nightThrough your dark hour and mineNever letting goKnow your mindYour dreams, your desiresYour nightmares, your fearsHelping you through it allKnow your bodyEvery ache, every moanEvery cry of passionLoving and lusting for itI fear nothingNot the depths of your mindNor the nights of rough passion</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/107490291056402384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374928&amp;postID=107490291056402384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/107490291056402384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/107490291056402384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/2004/01/to-know-paradise-hold-you-touch-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Dep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024800466432667435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374928.post-107490289071680309</id><published>2004-01-23T16:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T16:10:15.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BleedingBleeding on the floorHeart in piecesTrying to figure out whyYou've done this to meWhy the words which hurtWhy the torturous nights aloneTrying to figure out whatYou feel for meSo much colder nowSo much closer to the truthSo many miles between usAnd I wonder whyI love youSo why the insultsI need youSo why'd you push me awayCan you changeI want you toNeed you to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/107490289071680309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374928&amp;postID=107490289071680309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/107490289071680309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/107490289071680309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/2004/01/bleeding-bleeding-on-floor-heart-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Dep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024800466432667435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374928.post-107490287645929714</id><published>2004-01-23T16:07:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T16:10:00.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>NaiveFateWhat a torturous wordEverything predeterminedNo choicesNo freedomNo chance for changeTonight once againI cry myself to sleepWondering about fateAbout loveAbout lifeAbout everythingIs this meant to beMe apart from youDo you not want meNeed meCare for meLove meAre all my dreams but ashMy hopes naught but a childs naive cryWhat do you feel, my loveLove?Hate?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/107490287645929714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374928&amp;postID=107490287645929714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/107490287645929714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/107490287645929714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/2004/01/naive-fate-what-torturous-word.html' title=''/><author><name>Dep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024800466432667435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374928.post-107490285705483098</id><published>2004-01-23T16:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T16:09:41.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>One YearOne yearMany minutes gone byMany miles behind meAs I continue my journeyInto hellInto heavenHere upon this nightWithout you, without anyoneMy feelings trashedMy heart bleeding upon the floorOne yearYet I have lived a lifetimeBut nothing have I gainedExcept shattered dreams of loveof lustof happinessSo here we standOn the eve of a new yearAnd what will you sayWhen I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/107490285705483098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374928&amp;postID=107490285705483098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/107490285705483098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/107490285705483098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/2004/01/one-year-one-year-many-minutes-gone-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Dep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024800466432667435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374928.post-107490283292811592</id><published>2004-01-23T16:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T16:09:17.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>One WeekOne week or lessTill my life will changeWhat will come of itOf the words I'm going to sayI love youWhat is to beWhat is my fateOne week or lessAnd then we shall seeOn one hand, darknessJoy in the nightAt being with youAt being in loveI want youOn the other, darknessDepression in the nightAt being without youAnd being near youI need youSo what is to beMy love, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/107490283292811592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374928&amp;postID=107490283292811592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/107490283292811592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/107490283292811592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/2004/01/one-week-one-week-or-less-till-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Dep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024800466432667435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374928.post-107490281548779570</id><published>2004-01-23T16:06:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T16:08:59.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>New Courage&lt;Break-ups and break-downsMusic floating through the airSo subtle a shiftSo large a changeNot the person I once wasOnce trying so hardAiming so highNo moreNo moreReaching as far as I canI try to hold onTo my love, my angelAnd to myself as wellLife ticks byDisappearing foreverStill I sit and waitToo afraid to moveStill I loveStill I careNew courage has found me</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/107490281548779570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374928&amp;postID=107490281548779570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/107490281548779570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/107490281548779570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/2004/01/new-courage-break-ups-and-break-downs.html' title=''/><author><name>Dep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024800466432667435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374928.post-107490278295619936</id><published>2004-01-23T16:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T16:08:27.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We Are The DeadForsaken or forgottenDamned just the sameWe are the DeadHear our sad true taleIn life we were menWomen, children and teensSaw the world as it wasNo illusions to our nameLovers of oneAll for one, all for loveDevoted, caring, lovingDreamers of the same dreamAlways did we sayIt may be hardBut it cannot takeMy passion, my love awaySo we lovedSo we livedWatching </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/107490278295619936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374928&amp;postID=107490278295619936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/107490278295619936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/107490278295619936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/2004/01/we-are-dead-forsaken-or-forgotten.html' title=''/><author><name>Dep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024800466432667435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374928.post-107490276516359404</id><published>2004-01-23T16:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T16:08:09.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ClearIn the early hours of morningEverything becomes clearI see the truth and nothing elseCrystal clear to me nowI see that what I thought was loveIs not really loveOnly the product of a fearMy fear of being aloneOnly the product of lustOnly one person do I loveAnd this morning I can seeI've loved her for eight yearsBut does she love me?It all becomes clearWhat I now must doNo </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/107490276516359404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374928&amp;postID=107490276516359404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/107490276516359404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/107490276516359404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/2004/01/clear-in-early-hours-of-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>Dep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024800466432667435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374928.post-107490273694149283</id><published>2004-01-23T16:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T16:07:41.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So This Is LoveLong cold winter nightsWith only one thing to warm meThe body of my loveAs we lie in the arms of each otherLove fills the airAs good silence reigns supremeI look upon your sleeping faceAnd see the dream I dreamedI remember past wordsPast conceptions, past ideasSome lost to me nowYet some now gainedNo longer must it beThat love is not lustNo, to love is to lustBut</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/107490273694149283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374928&amp;postID=107490273694149283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/107490273694149283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/107490273694149283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/2004/01/so-this-is-love-long-cold-winter.html' title=''/><author><name>Dep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024800466432667435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374928.post-107490271661448461</id><published>2004-01-23T16:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T16:07:21.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Words Will ComeToday or tomorrowOnce in foreverThe words will comeTo tell you what I mustWhat words cannot tellWhat English cannot expressSo simple, so shortYet so much more than mere wordsWhat for ages untoldThis went left unsaidNow I may fix itIf only the words would comeHow to say I love youHow to say I careHow to say I want youHow to say I need youWithout scaring you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/107490271661448461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374928&amp;postID=107490271661448461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/107490271661448461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/107490271661448461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/2004/01/words-will-come-today-or-tomorrow-once.html' title=''/><author><name>Dep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024800466432667435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374928.post-107490269726774159</id><published>2004-01-23T16:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T16:07:01.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why Do I LoveSeeing lovers hugSeeing couples kissBrings back dark memoriesOf a time like thisWhen I hugged and kissedWhen I loved and was lovedNow, only I loveFor no one can love meImpossible to imagineSomeone loving meEspecially someoneAs beautiful as theeSo why do I waitWhy do I cryWhy do I hopeYou'll come back to meWhy do I writeWhy do I careWhy do I loveWhy do I live</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/107490269726774159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374928&amp;postID=107490269726774159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/107490269726774159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/107490269726774159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/2004/01/why-do-i-love-seeing-lovers-hug-seeing.html' title=''/><author><name>Dep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024800466432667435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374928.post-107490267726579826</id><published>2004-01-23T16:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T16:06:41.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What Do You DoWhen love turns to dustWhen feelings clash withinWhen your one forsakes youWhen love is all a memoryWhat then do you do?When there's nothing left to live forAnd everything to die forWhen all that remains of your loveIs dust, ashes and painWhat then do you do?When you've run out of choicesWhen you've run out of timeWhen you've run out of hopeWhen you've run out of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/107490267726579826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374928&amp;postID=107490267726579826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/107490267726579826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/107490267726579826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/2004/01/what-do-you-do-when-love-turns-to-dust.html' title=''/><author><name>Dep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024800466432667435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374928.post-107490262442657841</id><published>2004-01-23T16:03:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T16:05:48.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>UndoneThe seconds of eternity tick pastChanging into minutes, hoursDays, weeks, monthsAnd finally yearsWe leave so much undoneIn our lifetimeRegrets of actions, of wordsOf not doing anything at allNow I'm on a brinkNo one can help me nowMy own choices I must makeThe consequences, I must acceptTo tell or not to tellThis woman how I feelWhat would be her answerWhat does she </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/107490262442657841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374928&amp;postID=107490262442657841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/107490262442657841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/107490262442657841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/2004/01/undone-seconds-of-eternity-tick-past.html' title=''/><author><name>Dep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024800466432667435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374928.post-107490260661410204</id><published>2004-01-23T16:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T16:05:31.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sit And DreamIn the wee hours of morningI sit and dreamDream of youBrown hair, brown eyesYou're searching for somethingYet you know not whatThe minutes tick byTime drifting awayLost foreverIn the darkness of nightYou realize how much things meanThings like love, honor,Music, life, tears and joyYou realize what you wantAnd I want somebody to loveAlone in this god-damned darkness</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/107490260661410204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374928&amp;postID=107490260661410204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/107490260661410204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/107490260661410204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/2004/01/sit-and-dream-in-wee-hours-of-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>Dep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024800466432667435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374928.post-107490258721237010</id><published>2004-01-23T16:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T16:05:11.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Over The RainbowWhat will she sayWhat will she doShe says we need to talkCan it be good?Nervousness pounds my heartI hope that she lovesI hope that she caresIn not so many hoursI will learn the truthIf love, hate or nothingLie in her heart for meOver the horizonI see new love approachGood love, true loveNot lust at allOver the rainbowI see my dreamSoon to be dissolved?Not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/107490258721237010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374928&amp;postID=107490258721237010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/107490258721237010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/107490258721237010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/2004/01/over-rainbow-what-will-she-say-what.html' title=''/><author><name>Dep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024800466432667435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374928.post-107490256827628911</id><published>2004-01-23T16:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T16:04:52.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Omnia Vincit AmorLying beside youGazing into your eyesAll seems possibleMy future not so bleakYour hair, so softRuns beneath my fingersSo smooth, so fineLike a river of silkYour skin, so smoothAs I play with your earSo tender, so warmUp, around and downFeeling your heart beatFeeling you breathAll as I layLost in your eyesSo full of loveAm I right nowFor this creature beside</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/107490256827628911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374928&amp;postID=107490256827628911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/107490256827628911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/107490256827628911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/2004/01/omnia-vincit-amor-lying-beside-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Dep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024800466432667435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374928.post-107490254445067239</id><published>2004-01-23T16:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T16:04:28.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My FateIs this my fateTo be here, aloneNo lover, no hopeSitting on cold stoneTo love my love so fairTo watch her with anotherTo sit and watch aloneAs years go on and onTo sit in the wet snowAnd write of her, my loveTo see her tonight and foreverAnd wonder about my fateTo love is to feel painWhen you are aloneWithout your true loveYou truely are aloneTonight I watch them </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/107490254445067239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374928&amp;postID=107490254445067239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/107490254445067239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/107490254445067239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/2004/01/my-fate-is-this-my-fate-to-be-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Dep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024800466432667435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374928.post-107490251288744419</id><published>2004-01-23T16:01:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T16:03:57.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LoveI watch you lieUpon your couchI sit and stareWithout a doubtI play with your earSo warm and softPlay with your hairSo smooth and softI lie beside youFeel your heart beatMy head on your shoulderFeel you breathe deepI love you dearlyCan't you seeJust how muchYou mean to meWhat dos it meanThis word called loveUpon this nightI've found the truthI watch you lieUpon your </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/107490251288744419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374928&amp;postID=107490251288744419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/107490251288744419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/107490251288744419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/2004/01/love-i-watch-you-lie-upon-your-couch-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Dep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024800466432667435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374928.post-107490248513261959</id><published>2004-01-23T16:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T16:03:29.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Left Or RightTorn to the leftTorn to the rightNo hope for salvationOf an easier sortFar from hereThrough time and spaceI lie with my loveAnd pray for a chanceLife's without a careExcept her in my armsMy love, my heartMy angel of the darkMy tears each nightWhile we are apartMy smiles each dayAre all for herMy silent depressive moodsCaused by her and meBy the memories I have</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/107490248513261959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374928&amp;postID=107490248513261959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/107490248513261959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/107490248513261959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/2004/01/left-or-right-torn-to-left-torn-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Dep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024800466432667435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374928.post-107490246620776636</id><published>2004-01-23T16:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T16:03:10.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>For You, My Dark AngelHere in the blackness of nightAs shadows take controlI gaze upon your sleeping faceAnd what I might sayOf love, of desireOf wanting, of needingYet also of sorrowOf the pain of missingHow to tell youThose few simple wordsI love you, I need youI want you more than the worldWords come not easilyTo one so timidNervous about what you'll sayWhen I say you mean </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/107490246620776636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374928&amp;postID=107490246620776636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/107490246620776636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/107490246620776636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/2004/01/for-you-my-dark-angel-here-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Dep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024800466432667435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374928.post-107490244672012016</id><published>2004-01-23T16:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T16:02:51.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>For LoveWhat is it aboutThat which we call loveTo want, desire and careFor those whom we loveAnd yet, to give it all upIf that is what they wantTo conceal our loveIf they want it notSo for now and foreverI won't hold you doneFor love, I will notTie you to this landBe free, exploreDo what you want moreBe with whom you loveEven if I'm soreFor love, I do thisGive up all that I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/107490244672012016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374928&amp;postID=107490244672012016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/107490244672012016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/107490244672012016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/2004/01/for-love-what-is-it-about-that-which.html' title=''/><author><name>Dep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024800466432667435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374928.post-107490241443237719</id><published>2004-01-23T16:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T16:02:18.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DesertThe stars stare downUpon my face tonightA cold, empty windBlows across the desertDesert of painDesert of lossDeser of sorrowDesert of things left unsaidNow in the darkI ponder my fateTo be or not to beWill it be love or hateMy dark hour is nearI feel it's approachNo longer can I lingerUpon this place I waitTell her I mustOf my love, my heartTo relieve her pain and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/107490241443237719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6374928&amp;postID=107490241443237719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/107490241443237719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6374928/posts/default/107490241443237719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depspoems.blogspot.com/2004/01/desert-stars-stare-down-upon-my-face.html' title=''/><author><name>Dep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08024800466432667435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374928.post-107490238876436626</id><published>2004-01-23T15:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T16:01:53.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Anything For LoveOn a cold winter's nightI dream about the thingsWhich should be, could beAnd now, never will beI dream of my dark angelOf loving her, of life togetherOf caring, emotion and joyOf never turning backThunder of musicPounds my headAnything for loveAnything at allBut what about thatLeaving, forgettingPretending I do not loveCould I do thatOn a cold winter's night</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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