<?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-34887821</id><updated>2011-04-22T07:01:35.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>compilation</title><subtitle type='html'>my original compositions (amra)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemangel29.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34887821/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemangel29.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>anna avillano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09579052594661020530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HxGlEwA9rNA/SDf64WYfmbI/AAAAAAAAAPE/Ju5itUacNkY/S220/hot+cup+at+chocolate+de+batirol.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34887821.post-5824700723502051245</id><published>2007-01-06T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T23:05:03.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Defeated</title><content type='html'>Oh, shed your tears,&lt;br /&gt;My lonely stars,&lt;br /&gt;For the trees grow not&lt;br /&gt;And the rivers dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How silence tolls&lt;br /&gt;Ever loud,&lt;br /&gt;To fight the battles&lt;br /&gt;Lost from start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep sadness spells&lt;br /&gt;What the heart's known since;&lt;br /&gt;No sense in waiting,&lt;br /&gt;Fate has been destined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;/amra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34887821-5824700723502051245?l=poemangel29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34887821/posts/default/5824700723502051245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34887821/posts/default/5824700723502051245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemangel29.blogspot.com/2007/01/defeated.html' title='Defeated'/><author><name>anna avillano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09579052594661020530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HxGlEwA9rNA/SDf64WYfmbI/AAAAAAAAAPE/Ju5itUacNkY/S220/hot+cup+at+chocolate+de+batirol.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34887821.post-3376815558977286594</id><published>2007-01-06T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T01:11:56.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Enough Stars</title><content type='html'>How many stars are in the heavens?&lt;br /&gt;I dare ask all of thee;&lt;br /&gt;For if countless is its number,&lt;br /&gt;Why is there none for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is there none to  answer&lt;br /&gt;Those prayers  i have cried?&lt;br /&gt;No there can't be enough out there&lt;br /&gt;For not one of them is mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immense may be the universe,&lt;br /&gt;Or so they say, I'm told;&lt;br /&gt;Until it holds a star for me,&lt;br /&gt;I'll always believe it small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;/amra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34887821-3376815558977286594?l=poemangel29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34887821/posts/default/3376815558977286594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34887821/posts/default/3376815558977286594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemangel29.blogspot.com/2007/01/not-enough-stars.html' title='Not Enough Stars'/><author><name>anna avillano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09579052594661020530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HxGlEwA9rNA/SDf64WYfmbI/AAAAAAAAAPE/Ju5itUacNkY/S220/hot+cup+at+chocolate+de+batirol.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34887821.post-2295924472631071211</id><published>2007-01-06T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T23:00:36.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shame</title><content type='html'>if life is a failure&lt;br /&gt;while death is pure&lt;br /&gt;who is to say&lt;br /&gt;where one should go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his blood is black&lt;br /&gt;her sweat is gold&lt;br /&gt;the servant bleeds&lt;br /&gt;the master is cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the chamber opens&lt;br /&gt;the door unlocks&lt;br /&gt;the will surrenders&lt;br /&gt;to heaven's dock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shame to the sinner&lt;br /&gt;lust is the cause&lt;br /&gt;a dark heart's deed&lt;br /&gt;a spirit lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;/amra&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34887821-2295924472631071211?l=poemangel29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34887821/posts/default/2295924472631071211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34887821/posts/default/2295924472631071211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemangel29.blogspot.com/2007/01/shame.html' title='Shame'/><author><name>anna avillano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09579052594661020530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HxGlEwA9rNA/SDf64WYfmbI/AAAAAAAAAPE/Ju5itUacNkY/S220/hot+cup+at+chocolate+de+batirol.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34887821.post-115935444625950854</id><published>2006-09-27T18:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T23:14:13.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rage Against the Storm</title><content type='html'>Heaven's tears strongly fall on my shoulders,&lt;br /&gt;His breath blows hard against my face,&lt;br /&gt;He strikes his lightnings down a distance,&lt;br /&gt;His anger and rage deafen my ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what causes him to act thus so&lt;br /&gt;For such strong emotions he must show;&lt;br /&gt;Is there a secret alone he keeps&lt;br /&gt;Or does he share all of our griefs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to him are plagues and scars,&lt;br /&gt;Or losing your kiths and kins in wars?&lt;br /&gt;What to him are people in hoods and slums?&lt;br /&gt;Does he know blessings don't often come ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does he even know the pain of brokenness,&lt;br /&gt;That kind of pain you won't forget?&lt;br /&gt;Does he know what causes a woman to cry?&lt;br /&gt;No, he can't know love nor loss nor lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When children ask in fervent prayers&lt;br /&gt;Does he know how they feel when "NO" is the answer?&lt;br /&gt;He cannot know. No, how can he?&lt;br /&gt;He is up there and here are we.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when he takes the lives of my brothers&lt;br /&gt;In big floods or tsunami wild waters&lt;br /&gt;Just so he can act like some prick or brat&lt;br /&gt;I dare say: Humanity has had enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;/amra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;We can blame so many things, so many people, so many aspects of life, technology and nature, but why bother? Setting rage against the heavens is more romantic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, there's a storm coming within the next 24 hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34887821-115935444625950854?l=poemangel29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34887821/posts/default/115935444625950854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34887821/posts/default/115935444625950854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemangel29.blogspot.com/2006/09/rage-against-storm.html' title='Rage Against the Storm'/><author><name>anna avillano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09579052594661020530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HxGlEwA9rNA/SDf64WYfmbI/AAAAAAAAAPE/Ju5itUacNkY/S220/hot+cup+at+chocolate+de+batirol.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34887821.post-115924975637874896</id><published>2006-09-26T13:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T22:03:43.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to the Sunflower</title><content type='html'>you bid the birds and the butterflies to come&lt;br /&gt;you grace the field with the warmth of the sun&lt;br /&gt;you put a smile on all who to thee look upon&lt;br /&gt;you teach the children to pray to the One&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunflower, with your sun-lit face basked in glory&lt;br /&gt;you remind me of sweet songs and fairy stories&lt;br /&gt;your big leaves stretched to the heavens humbly &lt;br /&gt;i am reminded of all God's graces and bounty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seek you, flower, as an inspiration &lt;br /&gt;a life that is a dream and a passion&lt;br /&gt;you bring beauty, yet wild and common&lt;br /&gt;the example of creation in perfection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;/amra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;one of the few things that genuinely puts a smile on my face...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34887821-115924975637874896?l=poemangel29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34887821/posts/default/115924975637874896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34887821/posts/default/115924975637874896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemangel29.blogspot.com/2006/09/ode-to-sunflower.html' title='Ode to the Sunflower'/><author><name>anna avillano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09579052594661020530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HxGlEwA9rNA/SDf64WYfmbI/AAAAAAAAAPE/Ju5itUacNkY/S220/hot+cup+at+chocolate+de+batirol.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34887821.post-115924743759713777</id><published>2006-09-26T13:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T22:05:17.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Save Me</title><content type='html'>save me&lt;br /&gt;i shout so hard&lt;br /&gt;yet no one hears me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;save me&lt;br /&gt;i stumble as i walk&lt;br /&gt;yet no one catches me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;save me&lt;br /&gt;i cry so hard&lt;br /&gt;yet no one heeds my pleas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;save me&lt;br /&gt;i try so hard&lt;br /&gt;yet i fail completely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;save me&lt;br /&gt;i feel so numb &lt;br /&gt;yet my pain is real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;save me&lt;br /&gt;i am in a crowd &lt;br /&gt;yet i feel so lonely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;save me&lt;br /&gt;i drown so deep&lt;br /&gt;yet there's no water around me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;save me&lt;br /&gt;i feel so lost&lt;br /&gt;yet i'm where i'm supposed to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;save me&lt;br /&gt;don't you dare lose me&lt;br /&gt;before i disappear into the empty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;/amra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34887821-115924743759713777?l=poemangel29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34887821/posts/default/115924743759713777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34887821/posts/default/115924743759713777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemangel29.blogspot.com/2006/09/save-me.html' title='Save Me'/><author><name>anna avillano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09579052594661020530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HxGlEwA9rNA/SDf64WYfmbI/AAAAAAAAAPE/Ju5itUacNkY/S220/hot+cup+at+chocolate+de+batirol.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34887821.post-115898935100895999</id><published>2006-09-23T13:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T22:07:06.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holding On</title><content type='html'>i weep for i believe you lost now&lt;br /&gt;i cannot see you when i close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;i cannot hear your voice in the silence of the night&lt;br /&gt;i have stopped dreaming that i am your wife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the touch of sunlight no longer makes me cry&lt;br /&gt;how could it be when it is the reminder of your love?&lt;br /&gt;the wind no longer gives me chills&lt;br /&gt;is it because i've gone numb now and can no longer feel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all those years we have spent together&lt;br /&gt;now all lost, my heart cannot remember&lt;br /&gt;and yet i feel incomplete without the pain&lt;br /&gt;gone are the dreams, lost and spent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what will i do once i've stopped thinking of you?&lt;br /&gt;act all is normal? that i cannot do&lt;br /&gt;i bleed, i drown, i long for the love that is only mine&lt;br /&gt;i want those days back, or the memories of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;/amra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;why i write sad poems, i can only guess. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34887821-115898935100895999?l=poemangel29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34887821/posts/default/115898935100895999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34887821/posts/default/115898935100895999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemangel29.blogspot.com/2006/09/holding-on.html' title='Holding On'/><author><name>anna avillano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09579052594661020530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HxGlEwA9rNA/SDf64WYfmbI/AAAAAAAAAPE/Ju5itUacNkY/S220/hot+cup+at+chocolate+de+batirol.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34887821.post-115898930638513109</id><published>2006-09-23T13:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T22:05:42.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A World of Fools</title><content type='html'>The world is filled with fools&lt;br /&gt;You may be one of them, who knows?&lt;br /&gt;Fools who know no better&lt;br /&gt;Than to love and dream and fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world has to be grateful&lt;br /&gt;For without fools, I am told,&lt;br /&gt;The world will stop and end and die,&lt;br /&gt;The balance of the universe destroyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only a fool can love without expecting &lt;br /&gt;And give without rewards,&lt;br /&gt;And make a fool out of one's self&lt;br /&gt;For some bastard's pleasure and delight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fools in love, oh truth be let&lt;br /&gt;Can do most anything;&lt;br /&gt;Fly to the moon and back, or, better yet&lt;br /&gt;Make the world stand still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fools express their hearts' desires&lt;br /&gt;Through art and songs and verses;&lt;br /&gt;You may be reading a fool's work now&lt;br /&gt;Who knows? I'll take my chances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fools will fight lost causes&lt;br /&gt;Wishing for a bend unseen,&lt;br /&gt;Believing there will be a morrow&lt;br /&gt;Without agony... a miracle, a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fools act to save the world and more&lt;br /&gt;From hunger, war and pain;&lt;br /&gt;They try to be fathers, brothers, friends&lt;br /&gt;To strangers who have lost their way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And though you take fools for granted still,&lt;br /&gt;Who cares? I know, not them;&lt;br /&gt;Loyalty and love they'll kindly give&lt;br /&gt;Overflowing, no doubt, 'til end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why God even made such specimen&lt;br /&gt;Martyrs, lovers, saints,&lt;br /&gt;All fools within definition&lt;br /&gt;Heaven's joke, I take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I hear the angels cry,&lt;br /&gt;"I spot, right there, that one&lt;br /&gt;Who will bleed and die for another,&lt;br /&gt;Make wings. Make wings. It's done."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;/amra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;I dedicate my poem to the fools of the world whose lives matter more than most.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34887821-115898930638513109?l=poemangel29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34887821/posts/default/115898930638513109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34887821/posts/default/115898930638513109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemangel29.blogspot.com/2006/09/world-of-fools.html' title='A World of Fools'/><author><name>anna avillano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09579052594661020530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HxGlEwA9rNA/SDf64WYfmbI/AAAAAAAAAPE/Ju5itUacNkY/S220/hot+cup+at+chocolate+de+batirol.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34887821.post-115898926766487554</id><published>2006-09-23T13:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T22:08:39.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To See the Ocean</title><content type='html'>I need to see the ocean&lt;br /&gt;Although there I don't belong&lt;br /&gt;I need to hear the sound of water&lt;br /&gt;To revive my spirit strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, I need that moment&lt;br /&gt;To reflect on my life and pains&lt;br /&gt;To muster all my courage&lt;br /&gt;In life's battles it has waned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need the peace it can spare me&lt;br /&gt;Because my life has gone astray &lt;br /&gt;Confused are the thoughts inside my head&lt;br /&gt;Bewildered, lost and shamed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need the ocean to remind me&lt;br /&gt;Compared to him I'm small&lt;br /&gt;Insignificant in so many ways&lt;br /&gt;Humble me, Ocean, I hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beside the water I will sit &lt;br /&gt;Under the trees and shade&lt;br /&gt;I shall write a poem, a song, a hymn&lt;br /&gt;Proclaiming wonders I've been graced&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the day has come to pass&lt;br /&gt;And the moon and stars all rise&lt;br /&gt;I shall dream the most beautiful dreams&lt;br /&gt;Yes, great Ocean, will you let me? Can I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, in the morning when I wake&lt;br /&gt;To find my sorrows drowned&lt;br /&gt;I shall look upon my reflection&lt;br /&gt;A person whole and strong, unbound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, bitter Life, you are all but past&lt;br /&gt;After my journey is done&lt;br /&gt;Because in the ocean I will leave&lt;br /&gt;All of my tears behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;/amra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;I wrote this because I'm dreaming of taking a one-month leave from work and just stay by the seaside and be lazy. I want to reflect and write, away from the crowd and the urban life. Is that too much to ask?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34887821-115898926766487554?l=poemangel29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34887821/posts/default/115898926766487554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34887821/posts/default/115898926766487554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemangel29.blogspot.com/2006/09/to-see-ocean.html' title='To See the Ocean'/><author><name>anna avillano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09579052594661020530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HxGlEwA9rNA/SDf64WYfmbI/AAAAAAAAAPE/Ju5itUacNkY/S220/hot+cup+at+chocolate+de+batirol.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34887821.post-115898922239147200</id><published>2006-09-23T13:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T22:09:13.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can You Find Me?</title><content type='html'>Can you follow the river&lt;br /&gt;That leads to the sea&lt;br /&gt;That leads to the ocean&lt;br /&gt;That ultimately leads to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you trouble your feet&lt;br /&gt;To thread in darkness weary&lt;br /&gt;And follow a battered path&lt;br /&gt;So I will not be lonely?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you humble your soul&lt;br /&gt;That you may find me&lt;br /&gt;Lost, chained and broken&lt;br /&gt;I pray to no longer be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you make your heart&lt;br /&gt;Beat to the rhythm of mine&lt;br /&gt;So that our two hearts&lt;br /&gt;Can now beat as one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you read this poem&lt;br /&gt;And know you are the one&lt;br /&gt;Who has inspired me&lt;br /&gt;To finally be found?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;/amra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;I wrote this last night because I could not sleep (or is that I could not sleep because I was writing this one?). Hmmm... :) What was I thinking? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34887821-115898922239147200?l=poemangel29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34887821/posts/default/115898922239147200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34887821/posts/default/115898922239147200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemangel29.blogspot.com/2006/09/can-you-find-me.html' title='Can You Find Me?'/><author><name>anna avillano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09579052594661020530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HxGlEwA9rNA/SDf64WYfmbI/AAAAAAAAAPE/Ju5itUacNkY/S220/hot+cup+at+chocolate+de+batirol.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34887821.post-115898915127586864</id><published>2006-09-23T13:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T22:11:53.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coffee Shop Engagement</title><content type='html'>i sit here sipping coffee&lt;br /&gt;watching people as they pass&lt;br /&gt;i think about my future&lt;br /&gt;and some regrets about my past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dim lights streaming over&lt;br /&gt;jazz music playing loud&lt;br /&gt;strangers talking gaily&lt;br /&gt;perplexed thoughts, am i mad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think of him, i think of him&lt;br /&gt;i think of him and us&lt;br /&gt;i think of the 3 years we've been together&lt;br /&gt;broken promises and trust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hurtful words have been spoken&lt;br /&gt;photographs torn and burned&lt;br /&gt;unforgivable lies spun and woven&lt;br /&gt;never will i let the same man hurt me again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he comes now to meet me&lt;br /&gt;with his excuses well and planned&lt;br /&gt;he showers me with hugs and kisses&lt;br /&gt;old tricks to which i once succumbed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i look at him, oh bitter stares&lt;br /&gt;tears about to fall&lt;br /&gt;thoughts swimming in my head&lt;br /&gt;my heart pounding strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he says he loves me&lt;br /&gt;to leave, he cannot bear&lt;br /&gt;he begs me for forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;gives reasons to start again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now the tears i've held back&lt;br /&gt;fall unceasingly at last&lt;br /&gt;people around us are now staring&lt;br /&gt;no doubt, curious about us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i clench my fist, i grab my purse&lt;br /&gt;and determined, i stand up&lt;br /&gt;i walk away, i walk away&lt;br /&gt;to a new life i must&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;/amra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;thanks to starbucks for setting me in the mood to write this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34887821-115898915127586864?l=poemangel29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34887821/posts/default/115898915127586864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34887821/posts/default/115898915127586864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemangel29.blogspot.com/2006/09/coffee-shop-engagement.html' title='Coffee Shop Engagement'/><author><name>anna avillano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09579052594661020530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HxGlEwA9rNA/SDf64WYfmbI/AAAAAAAAAPE/Ju5itUacNkY/S220/hot+cup+at+chocolate+de+batirol.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34887821.post-115898910575376478</id><published>2006-09-23T13:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T22:10:07.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Optimist</title><content type='html'>my eyes cast away the sorrow&lt;br /&gt;my heart casts away the pain&lt;br /&gt;i'll wake again tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;knowing there's a world to gain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;/amra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34887821-115898910575376478?l=poemangel29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34887821/posts/default/115898910575376478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34887821/posts/default/115898910575376478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemangel29.blogspot.com/2006/09/optimist.html' title='The Optimist'/><author><name>anna avillano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09579052594661020530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HxGlEwA9rNA/SDf64WYfmbI/AAAAAAAAAPE/Ju5itUacNkY/S220/hot+cup+at+chocolate+de+batirol.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34887821.post-115898907950817846</id><published>2006-09-23T13:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T22:10:54.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moonshine</title><content type='html'>moonshine spells trouble&lt;br /&gt;just as the cliche goes&lt;br /&gt;but moonshine is all the better&lt;br /&gt;my true heart cannot show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moonshine stays with me&lt;br /&gt;moonshine does not burn&lt;br /&gt;and all the images i dare dream&lt;br /&gt;mere illusions in the darkness yearned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love i cannot utter&lt;br /&gt;love i cannot swear&lt;br /&gt;no, better keep this feeling&lt;br /&gt;all unto myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a hundred times i woke up&lt;br /&gt;and just as many i have cried&lt;br /&gt;because the love i dearly long for&lt;br /&gt;belongs to a bride, not i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;/amra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34887821-115898907950817846?l=poemangel29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34887821/posts/default/115898907950817846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34887821/posts/default/115898907950817846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemangel29.blogspot.com/2006/09/moonshine.html' title='Moonshine'/><author><name>anna avillano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09579052594661020530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HxGlEwA9rNA/SDf64WYfmbI/AAAAAAAAAPE/Ju5itUacNkY/S220/hot+cup+at+chocolate+de+batirol.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34887821.post-115898890790846536</id><published>2006-09-23T13:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T13:23:54.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is this?</title><content type='html'>This is just a repost of those that I have written here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://decemberangel29.blogspot.com/"&gt;random thoughts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No need to go through this blog as this merely acts as my folder.  I'm keeping this for purposes of convenience only.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34887821-115898890790846536?l=poemangel29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34887821/posts/default/115898890790846536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34887821/posts/default/115898890790846536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemangel29.blogspot.com/2006/09/what-is-this.html' title='What is this?'/><author><name>anna avillano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09579052594661020530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HxGlEwA9rNA/SDf64WYfmbI/AAAAAAAAAPE/Ju5itUacNkY/S220/hot+cup+at+chocolate+de+batirol.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
