tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68901536535008549822011-07-07T17:50:27.306-07:00stories, poems, ramblingsKristiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04311614990465763232noreply@blogger.comBlogger71100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6890153653500854982.post-84115548606201324342009-08-16T17:26:00.000-07:002009-08-16T17:30:08.101-07:00As the picture fades out and time moves on<br />People age and laughter dies out quickly<br />As time will tell and love becomes a con<br />Rumors fly and lies spread very swiftly<br />The camera flashes oh so cold<br />The clocks fly by with tiresome faces<br />Love becomes our strong and only hold<br />Tons of faded pictures are in cases<br />Yet one goes through those cases to find what<br />Broken hearts, lost loves; more faded pictures<br />Broken clocks, laughter's gone, an open cut<br />That bleeds like the sweet and sour mixtures<br />The days of yesterday may come and go<br />Just like the day of love's own picture show<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6890153653500854982-8411554860620132434?l=awhirlofconfusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kristiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04311614990465763232noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6890153653500854982.post-60344734645747232722009-08-16T17:20:00.000-07:002009-08-16T17:25:14.036-07:00Lost letters linger on the last shelf<br />hoping to be held in the hands of the heartfelt receivers.<br />Years of yearning, young so long ago. <br />Wandering down the deep dark shelves, desperate and<br />longing to reunite the lost loves of long ago.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6890153653500854982-6034473464574723272?l=awhirlofconfusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kristiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04311614990465763232noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6890153653500854982.post-27239268068413938852009-08-16T17:10:00.001-07:002009-08-16T17:11:51.568-07:00close your eyes<br />free your mind<br />set your soul at ease<br />open your eyes<br />blot out bad thoughts<br />and let your soul breathe<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6890153653500854982-2723926806841393885?l=awhirlofconfusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kristiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04311614990465763232noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6890153653500854982.post-23848578583027151272009-08-16T17:06:00.000-07:002009-08-16T17:07:57.796-07:00running through seclusion<br />nothing all around<br />worlds of laughter<br />yet tears the only sound<br />a key with no lock<br />a window with nothing there<br />your only expression<br />the silent stare<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6890153653500854982-2384857858302715127?l=awhirlofconfusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kristiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04311614990465763232noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6890153653500854982.post-8730961550726068262009-08-13T08:34:00.000-07:002009-08-13T08:37:45.994-07:00I the eternal dreamer<br />watch the surreal men<br />with their drunk vision<br />try to please and fill the empty voids<br />of the gorgeous metaphoric women<br />absurd lust creates<br />a psychedelic miasma<br />where metaphoric women<br />delirious and manipulated<br />by a replusive passion<br />are frantically searching<br />for that essential moment<br />and I the eternal dreamer<br />watch as the lives of the<br />surreal and metaphoric<br />are thrown away<br />then turn my non existing attention<br />else where<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6890153653500854982-873096155072606826?l=awhirlofconfusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kristiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04311614990465763232noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6890153653500854982.post-9172324918465301442009-08-13T08:29:00.000-07:002009-08-13T08:34:11.918-07:00a voice echos off the empty walls<br />too many thoughts to be contained<br />yet no mortal ear, nor heart to hear<br />the cry of the writer's dreams<br />so onto paper with with pen<br />do I write <br />and so I'll echo endlessly <br />into the the night<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6890153653500854982-917232491846530144?l=awhirlofconfusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kristiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04311614990465763232noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6890153653500854982.post-85938555731450156512007-06-26T18:40:00.000-07:002007-06-26T18:46:10.928-07:00Night follows the darkness of day<br />That crushed the joys of tomorrow<br />The winds that blow are cold and strong<br />Emptiness embraces me<br />I sit upon the sands of time<br />As the harsh sea tries to claim my mortal soul<br />The darkness swirls with emptiness<br />As night does its dance<br />My mind whirls with thoughts of confusion<br />My tired body lay beaten on the sand<br />Night strolls around circling me with darkness<br />Emptiness seeps into my veins<br />Come my sun<br />Bring life back into my soul<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6890153653500854982-8593855573145015651?l=awhirlofconfusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kristiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04311614990465763232noreply@blogger.com0