<?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-3872015700624569338</id><updated>2012-02-18T22:37:57.085-08:00</updated><category term='Writers block'/><category term='Life and relationships'/><category term='trust'/><category term='homelessness'/><category term='family'/><category term='Love'/><title type='text'>My thoughts, poems and short stories</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>167</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3872015700624569338.post-6735217302051818966</id><published>2011-03-21T23:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T23:58:53.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unrestrained Thoughts</title><content type='html'>Each_Step_Planned_Out&lt;br /&gt;Over thought and analyzed &lt;br /&gt;Organized meticulously&lt;br /&gt;Decisions strategically manicured&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just like that, the glass shatters&lt;br /&gt;Reality ruptures, mind snaps, followed with illogical actions &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cruel words come rushing though a dam now fractured&lt;br /&gt;Flooding to, searching for, bystanders in the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relentless and shocking storms hit hard&lt;br /&gt;Radiating from her body&lt;br /&gt;Heart beat rages, body heats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relief comes as the flood finally reaches her eyes&lt;br /&gt;Broken, realizing what damage has been done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bowing her head, ashamed, devastated &lt;br /&gt;A control much harder to plan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3872015700624569338-6735217302051818966?l=carrieamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/feeds/6735217302051818966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3872015700624569338&amp;postID=6735217302051818966' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/6735217302051818966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/6735217302051818966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/2011/03/unrestrained-thoughts.html' title='Unrestrained Thoughts'/><author><name>Carrie Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186460130342723688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dqlK8K-AZlY/SP56NtGO-nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8xtekt6Ly6U/S220/IMG_6913.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3872015700624569338.post-7511284081843083441</id><published>2011-02-27T09:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T09:28:53.542-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Matriarch</title><content type='html'>My eyes swell up, consumed by tears by the thought of you&lt;br /&gt;The mention of your name &lt;br /&gt;Passing by your familiar places&lt;br /&gt;A reflection I thought I saw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How has it been a year without you?&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know how I’ve done it&lt;br /&gt;Without your wise advice and companionship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was you that held the family together&lt;br /&gt;The wise figure reining over us all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted more time with you&lt;br /&gt;Its not fair they too you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will never be easy as I’m forced to live without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing you always and &lt;br /&gt;Loving you so&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3872015700624569338-7511284081843083441?l=carrieamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/feeds/7511284081843083441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3872015700624569338&amp;postID=7511284081843083441' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/7511284081843083441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/7511284081843083441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/2011/02/matriarch.html' title='Matriarch'/><author><name>Carrie Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186460130342723688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dqlK8K-AZlY/SP56NtGO-nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8xtekt6Ly6U/S220/IMG_6913.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3872015700624569338.post-2545745869420027605</id><published>2011-02-27T09:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T09:20:48.158-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chaotic Restraint</title><content type='html'>Deep breaths don’t calm the inside&lt;br /&gt;Now what’s on your mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Impatience something difficult to over come&lt;br /&gt;When nothing comes out except for manifested, unrealistic worries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A firm grip so far from reach&lt;br /&gt;I like the pain&lt;br /&gt;Use to the hurt&lt;br /&gt;Play simplistic charades with the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fairytales looming in the back of my mind&lt;br /&gt;Come to tragic ends in reality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sneak away to another life&lt;br /&gt;My dreams keep me safe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living comfortably between these sheets&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3872015700624569338-2545745869420027605?l=carrieamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/feeds/2545745869420027605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3872015700624569338&amp;postID=2545745869420027605' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/2545745869420027605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/2545745869420027605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/2011/02/chaotic-restraint.html' title='Chaotic Restraint'/><author><name>Carrie Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186460130342723688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dqlK8K-AZlY/SP56NtGO-nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8xtekt6Ly6U/S220/IMG_6913.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3872015700624569338.post-733266031203667570</id><published>2011-02-08T22:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T22:53:39.881-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The first part</title><content type='html'>Head and heart&lt;br /&gt;Distractions speaking gibberish&lt;br /&gt;Given control and feeling weak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost sight of possessions that&lt;br /&gt;             Should never be forgotten&lt;br /&gt;Decks been dealt&lt;br /&gt;So flip the table, this is not definite &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and mine, not to be held&lt;br /&gt;             By undeserving hands&lt;br /&gt;Closed my eyes-wide-open&lt;br /&gt;Seeing nothing but static&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step back and see only a &lt;br /&gt;            Reflection&lt;br /&gt;Gone in a flash, when opportunities &lt;br /&gt;            Are missed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smarter than that, take the wheel&lt;br /&gt;Tie a knot around your finger&lt;br /&gt;Share thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Stepping through the present&lt;br /&gt;             Together&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3872015700624569338-733266031203667570?l=carrieamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/feeds/733266031203667570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3872015700624569338&amp;postID=733266031203667570' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/733266031203667570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/733266031203667570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/2011/02/first-part.html' title='The first part'/><author><name>Carrie Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186460130342723688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dqlK8K-AZlY/SP56NtGO-nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8xtekt6Ly6U/S220/IMG_6913.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3872015700624569338.post-4736308170292975109</id><published>2011-01-31T22:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T22:45:52.879-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here I am</title><content type='html'>Honesty is what I give&lt;br /&gt;Hoping to receive it in return&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keeping fingers crossed you see something here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something’s here, &lt;br /&gt;I don’t know how but I feel it, &lt;br /&gt;It feels different&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you and want you closer&lt;br /&gt;I’ll come to you to set it straight&lt;br /&gt;This is who I am&lt;br /&gt;What I do best&lt;br /&gt;Laying myself out there&lt;br /&gt;As a target for passers by&lt;br /&gt;Stop a while, join me here&lt;br /&gt;Don’t walk on&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3872015700624569338-4736308170292975109?l=carrieamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/feeds/4736308170292975109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3872015700624569338&amp;postID=4736308170292975109' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/4736308170292975109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/4736308170292975109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/2011/01/here-i-am.html' title='Here I am'/><author><name>Carrie Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186460130342723688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dqlK8K-AZlY/SP56NtGO-nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8xtekt6Ly6U/S220/IMG_6913.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3872015700624569338.post-2273255987844651025</id><published>2011-01-31T22:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T22:37:52.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chasing TAILS</title><content type='html'>Busy busy our paths are hard to come to one&lt;br /&gt;Timetables fill so quickly&lt;br /&gt;While thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your encouraging words speak positively &lt;br /&gt;To a girl too fragile to admit&lt;br /&gt;Controlling herself to let go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re a hard one to read&lt;br /&gt;I want to bring you closer, but don’t know what you’re after&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been here, a different time&lt;br /&gt;I want this time to be better&lt;br /&gt;Watch it grow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I worry so much, how can I stop?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it’s because this will happen&lt;br /&gt;And deep down I’m scared to be vulnerable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When intentions come to surface &lt;br /&gt;I want to be yours&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3872015700624569338-2273255987844651025?l=carrieamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/feeds/2273255987844651025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3872015700624569338&amp;postID=2273255987844651025' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/2273255987844651025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/2273255987844651025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/2011/01/chasing-tails.html' title='Chasing TAILS'/><author><name>Carrie Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186460130342723688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dqlK8K-AZlY/SP56NtGO-nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8xtekt6Ly6U/S220/IMG_6913.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3872015700624569338.post-6879514112904174099</id><published>2011-01-31T22:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T22:31:22.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotionally Fragile Confidence</title><content type='html'>My strength is when I’m with you&lt;br /&gt;Strongest when I’m in your arms&lt;br /&gt;No manifesting self talk, or words whispered in my ears&lt;br /&gt;My self assurance at an all time high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We part, my confidence powerful&lt;br /&gt;A force to be reckoned with&lt;br /&gt;I smile when I think of us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As time passes in both our hectic lives&lt;br /&gt;Gaps between slowly take me away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nerves break in and make me anxious&lt;br /&gt;Past heart triggers not easy to forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you all like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking what I want, I don’t like games&lt;br /&gt;Brain washed by the poisonous thoughts of others&lt;br /&gt;I hesitate with each action&lt;br /&gt;I stop myself from reaching for you&lt;br /&gt;Wanting nothing more but to feel wanted back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My desire for you runs thick&lt;br /&gt;A magical depth for you to discover&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3872015700624569338-6879514112904174099?l=carrieamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/feeds/6879514112904174099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3872015700624569338&amp;postID=6879514112904174099' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/6879514112904174099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/6879514112904174099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/2011/01/emotionally-fragile-confidence.html' title='Emotionally Fragile Confidence'/><author><name>Carrie Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186460130342723688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dqlK8K-AZlY/SP56NtGO-nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8xtekt6Ly6U/S220/IMG_6913.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3872015700624569338.post-4331901443957769897</id><published>2011-01-16T22:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T22:01:09.814-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Circles</title><content type='html'>Waiting for things I have no control over is hard for me to handle&lt;br /&gt;I sit and busy myself while the thought lingers literally driving me mad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s silly what can be constructed in my mind with foolish ideas implanted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worry when worrying gets me now where and produces no results&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3872015700624569338-4331901443957769897?l=carrieamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/feeds/4331901443957769897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3872015700624569338&amp;postID=4331901443957769897' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/4331901443957769897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/4331901443957769897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/2011/01/circles.html' title='Circles'/><author><name>Carrie Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186460130342723688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dqlK8K-AZlY/SP56NtGO-nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8xtekt6Ly6U/S220/IMG_6913.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3872015700624569338.post-2269411964614133568</id><published>2011-01-09T00:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T21:13:16.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weak in the knees</title><content type='html'>Splitting myself in two &lt;br /&gt;Much harder than it seems&lt;br /&gt;When all I want is you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to tear head from heart&lt;br /&gt;When mind speaks words the heart does not want to hear&lt;br /&gt;Heart retaliates more powerful than ever &lt;br /&gt;The battles begun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awkwardly nervousness seems to explain the way I am &lt;br /&gt;Worried about getting hurt and wandering down that same old road&lt;br /&gt;Yet this road isn’t something familiar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing I could step back and learn to listen to my instincts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things happened so quickly I can’t find which ways forward&lt;br /&gt;Where’s my next move?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to relax but I don’t know how&lt;br /&gt;Jump ship or wait till you play your next card?&lt;br /&gt;The beginnings so confusing&lt;br /&gt;Feeling so amazing with you &lt;br /&gt;I’m afraid&lt;br /&gt;Moving so fast I can’t keep up with the pace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not that girl, nervous and jealous &lt;br /&gt;But it’s created when chance encounters present obstacles for me&lt;br /&gt;I run straight into them, a full body collision&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing what to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can we just fast-forward together to a time I’m yours and you’re mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hearts in deep and my head even further&lt;br /&gt;I’m so flabbergasted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t tell what this is or really explain what’s going on&lt;br /&gt;Please make the move and claim me for you to keep&lt;br /&gt;Vulnerabilities not easy to swallow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3872015700624569338-2269411964614133568?l=carrieamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/feeds/2269411964614133568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3872015700624569338&amp;postID=2269411964614133568' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/2269411964614133568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/2269411964614133568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/2011/01/weak-in-knees.html' title='Weak in the knees'/><author><name>Carrie Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186460130342723688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dqlK8K-AZlY/SP56NtGO-nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8xtekt6Ly6U/S220/IMG_6913.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3872015700624569338.post-7145423126899119872</id><published>2011-01-09T00:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T00:47:31.925-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Intensity erupts</title><content type='html'>Your hands over my body create a natural ecstasy from head to toe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My toes curl as you draw me closer &lt;br /&gt;Holding me tight and taking control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This intensity makes me go wild&lt;br /&gt;As I try to mute my passionate cries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Power like this doesn’t come easily but some how you’ve take the reigns and pulled me in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being in your arms is euphoric&lt;br /&gt;Take me closer and do it again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My breathing turns erratic as sweat beads on my body&lt;br /&gt;I escalate with you to a point I can’t hold on &lt;br /&gt;Muscles tense and twisting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Released from within I gasp for air and feel sensations so intense &lt;br /&gt;Lying back, I begin to catch my breath once again&lt;br /&gt;Still in your arms&lt;br /&gt;Not leaving your side&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3872015700624569338-7145423126899119872?l=carrieamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/feeds/7145423126899119872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3872015700624569338&amp;postID=7145423126899119872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/7145423126899119872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/7145423126899119872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/2011/01/intensity-erupts.html' title='Intensity erupts'/><author><name>Carrie Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186460130342723688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dqlK8K-AZlY/SP56NtGO-nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8xtekt6Ly6U/S220/IMG_6913.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3872015700624569338.post-4778305851207427017</id><published>2011-01-09T00:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T00:39:57.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taken by it</title><content type='html'>Close my eyes, I dream of you&lt;br /&gt;Open them again and you’re still there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smiling and looking back at me&lt;br /&gt;I could get lost in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving me wanting more, I wanna pull you close, but before I do, &lt;br /&gt;You take the action first&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s no rules this time, games all played out&lt;br /&gt;It’s just you and I &lt;br /&gt;It’s just real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me butterflies once again and I’ll take you further with me&lt;br /&gt;I’m pleasantly surprised by this feeling you have with me&lt;br /&gt;I’m awkward because you make me happily nervous, those butterflies don’t leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your touch just feels so genuinely right&lt;br /&gt;Come and hold me more&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3872015700624569338-4778305851207427017?l=carrieamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/feeds/4778305851207427017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3872015700624569338&amp;postID=4778305851207427017' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/4778305851207427017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/4778305851207427017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/2011/01/taken-by-it.html' title='Taken by it'/><author><name>Carrie Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186460130342723688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dqlK8K-AZlY/SP56NtGO-nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8xtekt6Ly6U/S220/IMG_6913.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3872015700624569338.post-2328237073089937844</id><published>2011-01-03T01:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T01:12:25.882-08:00</updated><title type='text'>True North</title><content type='html'>Questioning simple ideas but taking leaps of faith when caught by you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look to your eyes and see something, I’m not sure what to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our paths crashed together once again&lt;br /&gt;It just seems natural&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kid, you joke, as flirting takes a sharp left turn and morphs&lt;br /&gt;Purity, Passion is just there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something about you makes me want to hold on tight and not let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nervous giggles vocalize a power you have taken over me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I breathe deeply I try my best to take my time,&lt;br /&gt;Hoping you will keep coming to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pull that cannot be denied.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3872015700624569338-2328237073089937844?l=carrieamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/feeds/2328237073089937844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3872015700624569338&amp;postID=2328237073089937844' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/2328237073089937844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/2328237073089937844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/2011/01/true-north.html' title='True North'/><author><name>Carrie Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186460130342723688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dqlK8K-AZlY/SP56NtGO-nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8xtekt6Ly6U/S220/IMG_6913.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3872015700624569338.post-1216781473064151972</id><published>2010-12-25T01:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T23:11:24.808-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can yesterday continue today?</title><content type='html'>Not thinking straight, my head jumbled with thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;Wanting things that scare me blind&lt;br /&gt;I can’t think clearly, my decisions chosen quickly and carried out clumsy reactions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words make no sense, guarded by emotions that give me butterflies&lt;br /&gt;I’m so scared, I stand still to immobilize chaotic ideas around me&lt;br /&gt;When nothing stops I don’t know what to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years apart melt away as if everything happened yesterday, is now today, &lt;br /&gt;your hold so familiar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I want, what do I need, what do I say when my nerves freeze as soon as words pass through my lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time I have no idea what I should do.  I crave you more but can’t let you know just yet.  This drives me crazy, so scared to mess up.  Like me for me and take me in your arms once again.  This time don’t let go and I promise to hold on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3872015700624569338-1216781473064151972?l=carrieamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/feeds/1216781473064151972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3872015700624569338&amp;postID=1216781473064151972' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/1216781473064151972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/1216781473064151972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/2010/12/can-yesterday-continue-today.html' title='Can yesterday continue today?'/><author><name>Carrie Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186460130342723688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dqlK8K-AZlY/SP56NtGO-nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8xtekt6Ly6U/S220/IMG_6913.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3872015700624569338.post-3376582339950921685</id><published>2010-12-25T01:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T01:22:55.552-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Circular laps running still</title><content type='html'>Remembering past decisions with no words of regret&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes curiosity lingers, wondering what I have done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I treated others badly?&lt;br /&gt;Been careless with hearts given to me?&lt;br /&gt;Are my actions selfish and egocentric?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can picture a time with you.  The days we shared, the connection that came so easily.  &lt;br /&gt;I pushed you away and ignored what we had. &lt;br /&gt;Scared by what I saw in your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keeping my fingers crossed I hope that I wasn’t careless, hurtful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth be told, I’ve thought of you often.  I’m not sure how you’ve stuck around in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here we are full circle, years brought maturity, distance between.&lt;br /&gt;Now our paths cross once again.  Destiny is a weird game I don’t understand &lt;br /&gt;Learning as I go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3872015700624569338-3376582339950921685?l=carrieamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/feeds/3376582339950921685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3872015700624569338&amp;postID=3376582339950921685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/3376582339950921685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/3376582339950921685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/2010/12/circular-laps-running-still.html' title='Circular laps running still'/><author><name>Carrie Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186460130342723688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dqlK8K-AZlY/SP56NtGO-nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8xtekt6Ly6U/S220/IMG_6913.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3872015700624569338.post-1407985468187230251</id><published>2010-12-25T01:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T01:17:39.687-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Family ties</title><content type='html'>Our relationship is one of passing ships&lt;br /&gt;Blaring horns hello as we go from port to port&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no doubt you’d be there for me if a crisis arose and I needed your help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s the everyday stuff I need you for.  A warming voice a helping hand that I have longed for since I was a child seeking your approval but never really getting it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest our relationship sucks.  I call you to talk, ask for your advice&lt;br /&gt;Answer the call with an annoyed too busy for you tone of voice each time “WHAT---“ then just end the call with no goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know these actions hurt those around you?  Do you know how the tone of your voice can make me feel useless and unimportant?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve tried to build a relationship with you, one better than we have.  But its been no use because each time I do it’s canceled, rebooked or forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I have to get upset, frustrated with tears before you help me.  This family is treading on water, relationships thin as paper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3872015700624569338-1407985468187230251?l=carrieamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/feeds/1407985468187230251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3872015700624569338&amp;postID=1407985468187230251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/1407985468187230251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/1407985468187230251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/2010/12/family-ties.html' title='Family ties'/><author><name>Carrie Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186460130342723688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dqlK8K-AZlY/SP56NtGO-nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8xtekt6Ly6U/S220/IMG_6913.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3872015700624569338.post-4211523873710862074</id><published>2010-12-25T01:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T01:10:52.596-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trust'/><title type='text'>Unbalanced</title><content type='html'>I cannot trust you as I once did. &lt;br /&gt;I tread through words to ensure my safety when I’m with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m on high alert watching my every step.  Trust abused has not been earned back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one I relied on calls only when something is needed from me.  I foolishly give and adjust myself to fit this image projected on to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give you take and take some more, so wrapped up in a tiny bubble of your world.  I don’t understand why you don’t care, how you act like all is normal and take from me, it’s bigger that this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you see this tipping scale, it’s plain to see, careful now its all about to &lt;br /&gt;Topple.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3872015700624569338-4211523873710862074?l=carrieamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/feeds/4211523873710862074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3872015700624569338&amp;postID=4211523873710862074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/4211523873710862074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/4211523873710862074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/2010/12/unbalanced.html' title='Unbalanced'/><author><name>Carrie Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186460130342723688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dqlK8K-AZlY/SP56NtGO-nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8xtekt6Ly6U/S220/IMG_6913.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3872015700624569338.post-6519748304353459217</id><published>2010-11-07T21:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T21:41:29.778-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Matching Pieces</title><content type='html'>What blows through my mind when I think of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puzzles with no pictures, feelings undefined&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Distance tames a heart too quick to jump in the deep, too giving before it’s earned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A links been open, I’m feeling pulled in a direction with small stepping stones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s these stones that turn to fast, forming leaps of faith.  Reminding myself there’s no rush.  I clench my teeth and resist the urge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another moment with you, come closer.  &lt;br /&gt;I have you already; you make me nervous too soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fits on all ends&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3872015700624569338-6519748304353459217?l=carrieamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/feeds/6519748304353459217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3872015700624569338&amp;postID=6519748304353459217' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/6519748304353459217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/6519748304353459217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/2010/11/matching-pieces.html' title='Matching Pieces'/><author><name>Carrie Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186460130342723688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dqlK8K-AZlY/SP56NtGO-nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8xtekt6Ly6U/S220/IMG_6913.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3872015700624569338.post-468175468596653317</id><published>2010-11-07T21:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T21:40:26.307-08:00</updated><title type='text'>X D</title><content type='html'>A vision you’ve created, now take stance!&lt;br /&gt;A creature I dread and feel no connection too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have you done with words in print, pure ignorance, sheer adolescence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk in fear as I stay in the light, terrified you’re in the shadows.  Keeping a watch on my every move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pace grows faster as I sprint away from you.  All relations ceased, finger held firmly on the panic, keys in hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’ve twisted a framed disaster, how do you feel now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to stop you're teetering on insanity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No ties left, they’re all undone&lt;br /&gt;Leave me here, don’t you dare come back&lt;br /&gt;I was done before we even started&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3872015700624569338-468175468596653317?l=carrieamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/feeds/468175468596653317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3872015700624569338&amp;postID=468175468596653317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/468175468596653317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/468175468596653317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/2010/11/x-d.html' title='X D'/><author><name>Carrie Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186460130342723688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dqlK8K-AZlY/SP56NtGO-nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8xtekt6Ly6U/S220/IMG_6913.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3872015700624569338.post-4885852491346859537</id><published>2010-11-07T21:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T21:26:48.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crumbling</title><content type='html'>There’s a wrecking ball inside my head destroying all my sanity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3872015700624569338-4885852491346859537?l=carrieamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/feeds/4885852491346859537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3872015700624569338&amp;postID=4885852491346859537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/4885852491346859537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/4885852491346859537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/2010/11/crumbling.html' title='Crumbling'/><author><name>Carrie Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186460130342723688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dqlK8K-AZlY/SP56NtGO-nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8xtekt6Ly6U/S220/IMG_6913.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3872015700624569338.post-3703302469805193561</id><published>2010-11-07T21:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T21:24:35.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shutting the door with your foot in the way</title><content type='html'>Leaving me with questions.  I can’t find the words.  What was this thing now passed by?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linger here longer, playing stories in your head.  They eat away at a heart forced not to feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m standing strong, hold my ground.  You don’t know me, only a flicker that once past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keeping links open, do you know what you do?  I’m done trying it's up to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turn my back and walk away, picking up pace the further I stray.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3872015700624569338-3703302469805193561?l=carrieamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/feeds/3703302469805193561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3872015700624569338&amp;postID=3703302469805193561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/3703302469805193561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/3703302469805193561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/2010/11/shutting-door-with-your-foot-in-way.html' title='Shutting the door with your foot in the way'/><author><name>Carrie Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186460130342723688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dqlK8K-AZlY/SP56NtGO-nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8xtekt6Ly6U/S220/IMG_6913.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3872015700624569338.post-3979160826686033307</id><published>2010-11-07T21:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T21:23:28.988-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Control</title><content type='html'>A change for the better&lt;br /&gt;A change for the worse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is this&lt;br /&gt;Someone not often noticed&lt;br /&gt;Full of false hopes and useless fillers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s different here, pealing back protective layers&lt;br /&gt;Care is given freely but never asked in return&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too proud to admit defeat&lt;br /&gt;Too concrete to appear weak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A stone stood tall with long blond hair&lt;br /&gt;Seeing a reflection for the 1st time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving yourself comes easy for most&lt;br /&gt;But now must be learned&lt;br /&gt;As the for the first time, the needs of others placed last&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3872015700624569338-3979160826686033307?l=carrieamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/feeds/3979160826686033307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3872015700624569338&amp;postID=3979160826686033307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/3979160826686033307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/3979160826686033307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/2010/11/in-control.html' title='In Control'/><author><name>Carrie Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186460130342723688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dqlK8K-AZlY/SP56NtGO-nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8xtekt6Ly6U/S220/IMG_6913.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3872015700624569338.post-5308405761534287352</id><published>2010-11-07T21:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T21:22:20.461-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Burn The Doormat</title><content type='html'>My emotions seem to build and attack a heart already broken&lt;br /&gt;Along the way I’ve lost control and miss-placed this confidence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strength is something I will rebuild&lt;br /&gt;Trust in my instinct redeemed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hearts done being weak. I’ve learned too much the hard way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So goodbye mistakes, there’s no place for you here&lt;br /&gt;As I pick up my sword then shield the powers that once consumed me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thick skin, something I once had. Will sustain this form again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awakening the inner Scorpio, I rise once more.&lt;br /&gt;Reborn to take possession of my true destiny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart still cares, surrounded by guards of war.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3872015700624569338-5308405761534287352?l=carrieamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/feeds/5308405761534287352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3872015700624569338&amp;postID=5308405761534287352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/5308405761534287352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/5308405761534287352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/2010/11/burn-doormat.html' title='Burn The Doormat'/><author><name>Carrie Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186460130342723688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dqlK8K-AZlY/SP56NtGO-nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8xtekt6Ly6U/S220/IMG_6913.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3872015700624569338.post-3119709844396012971</id><published>2010-11-07T21:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T21:20:56.124-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stealthy moves</title><content type='html'>A creeper out creeping, there’s mistaken confidence translated to friendship&lt;br /&gt;Casual banter transforms into innocent flirtations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing back waiting, need more&lt;br /&gt;Wanting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3872015700624569338-3119709844396012971?l=carrieamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/feeds/3119709844396012971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3872015700624569338&amp;postID=3119709844396012971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/3119709844396012971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/3119709844396012971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/2010/11/stealthy-moves.html' title='Stealthy moves'/><author><name>Carrie Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186460130342723688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dqlK8K-AZlY/SP56NtGO-nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8xtekt6Ly6U/S220/IMG_6913.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3872015700624569338.post-101864307783535614</id><published>2010-11-07T21:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T21:04:59.249-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wet Air</title><content type='html'>Drowning in the wind, I can’t get out&lt;br /&gt;These gusts come rushing over my head and pull me under&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Floating here I can’t tread the wind&lt;br /&gt;Rolling blankets capsizing and vigilantly drawn below&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3872015700624569338-101864307783535614?l=carrieamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/feeds/101864307783535614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3872015700624569338&amp;postID=101864307783535614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/101864307783535614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/101864307783535614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/2010/11/wet-air.html' title='Wet Air'/><author><name>Carrie Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186460130342723688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dqlK8K-AZlY/SP56NtGO-nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8xtekt6Ly6U/S220/IMG_6913.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3872015700624569338.post-577345238821586477</id><published>2010-08-26T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T23:19:13.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forced Mutation</title><content type='html'>Fleeing to water taking in the air, a salty pungent smell.  Street lamps barely light these pages as the sun bids good night to the moon.  Loved ones collide and come together, yet here I sit alone.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;City lights sparkle like stars before their time.  Surrounded by beauty, greedily wanting more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turning a page, I learn to care less changing who I am as I carefully piece swatches of fabric together to embody my next act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When truth means nothing, words unsaid are feelings left unacknowledged.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now there's nothing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3872015700624569338-577345238821586477?l=carrieamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/feeds/577345238821586477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3872015700624569338&amp;postID=577345238821586477' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/577345238821586477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/577345238821586477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/2010/08/forced-mutation.html' title='Forced Mutation'/><author><name>Carrie Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186460130342723688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dqlK8K-AZlY/SP56NtGO-nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8xtekt6Ly6U/S220/IMG_6913.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3872015700624569338.post-766286451360181</id><published>2010-08-26T23:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T23:15:39.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Balance Abandoned</title><content type='html'>Frustrated with life, wanting escape&lt;br /&gt; But craving companionship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to gain control &lt;br /&gt; But loosing strength&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being supportive &lt;br /&gt; But not being heard&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3872015700624569338-766286451360181?l=carrieamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/feeds/766286451360181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3872015700624569338&amp;postID=766286451360181' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/766286451360181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/766286451360181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/2010/08/balance-abandoned.html' title='Balance Abandoned'/><author><name>Carrie Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186460130342723688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dqlK8K-AZlY/SP56NtGO-nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8xtekt6Ly6U/S220/IMG_6913.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3872015700624569338.post-3039432823490066762</id><published>2010-08-26T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T23:14:40.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disturbed Anger Saddens my Soul</title><content type='html'>Go to that place you won’t find me there&lt;br /&gt;No escape from this, there’s no way out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t ask me how I feel, you’ll get no answer out of me.&lt;br /&gt;I suffer in silence with no one there.&lt;br /&gt;I will not speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hand reaches out, the worlds too busy without me.&lt;br /&gt;I walk this tight rope road, with bloody stains marking my path.&lt;br /&gt;It digs in, a raging pain that never leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pain won’t get into me, it won’t take control.&lt;br /&gt;A wall that will not fall, even as pieces crumble away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My perspective is missed, as again and again it gets dumped on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where’s my angel, left me alone always &lt;br /&gt;My wings damaged from giving too much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t voice these frustrations that float about. &lt;br /&gt;Interpretations take too many liberties without seeing true meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’d leave if I could, run from it all&lt;br /&gt;These anchors hold me in place as I tug and pull trying to get free,&lt;br /&gt;Running on this treadmill, too long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sick with pain, it’s all buried in here&lt;br /&gt;Coming up to hurt me more as I dig deeper to hide it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's lonely here, with only this ghost standing by my side, &lt;br /&gt;shaking his head in disappointment&lt;br /&gt;Not speaking at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My strength is only here because I am as stubborn as can be&lt;br /&gt;Don’t want to be alone with my thoughts I drowned them out with mind numbing routines, just to pass time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m hurt but I can’t tell you, you can’t hear me as I am.&lt;br /&gt;So instead I vent to paper without judgment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3872015700624569338-3039432823490066762?l=carrieamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/feeds/3039432823490066762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3872015700624569338&amp;postID=3039432823490066762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/3039432823490066762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/3039432823490066762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/2010/08/disturbed-anger-saddens-my-soul.html' title='Disturbed Anger Saddens my Soul'/><author><name>Carrie Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186460130342723688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dqlK8K-AZlY/SP56NtGO-nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8xtekt6Ly6U/S220/IMG_6913.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3872015700624569338.post-5736791235768663442</id><published>2010-08-23T00:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T00:01:56.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Obscure impression</title><content type='html'>I reach for you, but you’re not there&lt;br /&gt;You have no face because I don’t know who you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A figure of my desires not yet reality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left here with no instructions &lt;br /&gt;Lost on a path that cuts in all directions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bumping along the ground is sharp and digs deep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blood seeps out &lt;br /&gt;Continue on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Path ahead&lt;br /&gt;Don’t go back&lt;br /&gt;Waiting&lt;br /&gt;It will come with &lt;br /&gt;Time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3872015700624569338-5736791235768663442?l=carrieamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/feeds/5736791235768663442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3872015700624569338&amp;postID=5736791235768663442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/5736791235768663442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/5736791235768663442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/2010/08/obscure-impression.html' title='Obscure impression'/><author><name>Carrie Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186460130342723688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dqlK8K-AZlY/SP56NtGO-nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8xtekt6Ly6U/S220/IMG_6913.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3872015700624569338.post-3502058210080296990</id><published>2010-08-23T00:00:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T00:01:23.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deliberation</title><content type='html'>Dizzy with words&lt;br /&gt;Flying by&lt;br /&gt;Pressing against lips&lt;br /&gt;But never liberated&lt;br /&gt;Imprisoned between mind and heart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3872015700624569338-3502058210080296990?l=carrieamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/feeds/3502058210080296990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3872015700624569338&amp;postID=3502058210080296990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/3502058210080296990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/3502058210080296990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/2010/08/deliberation.html' title='Deliberation'/><author><name>Carrie Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186460130342723688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dqlK8K-AZlY/SP56NtGO-nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8xtekt6Ly6U/S220/IMG_6913.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3872015700624569338.post-3055357770223711728</id><published>2010-08-23T00:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T00:00:48.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The bitch you all made of me</title><content type='html'>Pin it down&lt;br /&gt;Contain it all&lt;br /&gt;No drops plunge&lt;br /&gt;No sounds made &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dig it up and burry it all&lt;br /&gt;Holding your breath in shades of purple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strength taken&lt;br /&gt;Confidence gone&lt;br /&gt;Here come the costumes&lt;br /&gt;Frills and embellishments&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3872015700624569338-3055357770223711728?l=carrieamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/feeds/3055357770223711728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3872015700624569338&amp;postID=3055357770223711728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/3055357770223711728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/3055357770223711728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/2010/08/bitch-you-all-made-of-me.html' title='The bitch you all made of me'/><author><name>Carrie Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186460130342723688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dqlK8K-AZlY/SP56NtGO-nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8xtekt6Ly6U/S220/IMG_6913.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3872015700624569338.post-8895677431472856741</id><published>2010-08-08T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T13:34:38.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Once was now</title><content type='html'>Looking back to press forward&lt;br /&gt;Conjuring strength to manifest control&lt;br /&gt;Taking it all back&lt;br /&gt;Rewinding pitfalls, a firm grip with idealism &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pealing back layers,&lt;br /&gt;To better discover&lt;br /&gt;Once was true predicts the future&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3872015700624569338-8895677431472856741?l=carrieamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/feeds/8895677431472856741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3872015700624569338&amp;postID=8895677431472856741' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/8895677431472856741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/8895677431472856741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/2010/08/once-was-now.html' title='Once was now'/><author><name>Carrie Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186460130342723688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dqlK8K-AZlY/SP56NtGO-nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8xtekt6Ly6U/S220/IMG_6913.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3872015700624569338.post-5262113010196684434</id><published>2010-07-05T21:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T21:17:54.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snarley</title><content type='html'>There once was a girl much older than her years lived.  Her experiences taught her life lessons much earlier than most.  She lived through times one cannot imagine and came through as a strong woman. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, she did not know of this strength. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was an analyst, insightful about all those around her.  If you’d ask her to help, she wouldn’t hesitate to lend a hand.  She was beautiful inside and out.  She had a way about her that attracted others to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, she was not conscious of the power she held.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was a healer, a caregiver to those around her.  Many were captivated by her presence and yet she struggled with the messes of day-to-day life.  Her mind beat down her passion as often she found herself thinking too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here you are my darling, see what we all see here:  A strong woman, with amazing power, grab hold and experience what is simply waiting for you to find.  Let those thoughts drift out of your mind and release them to paper, don’t look back, don’t share, let them sit on these pages and vanish.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just know this, you’ll be ok.  I promise it will all work out.  Learn from the experiences presented to you and tackle the next.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3872015700624569338-5262113010196684434?l=carrieamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/feeds/5262113010196684434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3872015700624569338&amp;postID=5262113010196684434' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/5262113010196684434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/5262113010196684434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/2010/07/snarley.html' title='Snarley'/><author><name>Carrie Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186460130342723688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dqlK8K-AZlY/SP56NtGO-nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8xtekt6Ly6U/S220/IMG_6913.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3872015700624569338.post-5532559318699458811</id><published>2010-06-28T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T19:40:16.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inevitable</title><content type='html'>As I step back my wall slowly appears in front of me&lt;br /&gt;All too familiar&lt;br /&gt;I watch it grow as the block breaks the path between you and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’ve done it now, there’s no turning back&lt;br /&gt;Stepping tippy toed, taking a glimpse of a power you once held so ignorantly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad thing is, you don’t even know&lt;br /&gt;I’ve captured you already&lt;br /&gt;Just wait and see&lt;br /&gt;It will become clear, when time decides&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tricky things is&lt;br /&gt;My heart moves on, not held in one place&lt;br /&gt;My peace has been said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours is stuck, you’ll feel it soon&lt;br /&gt;As you shut out the panics of your mind and finally hear your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will all come undone for us see&lt;br /&gt;Hidden between the two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn from it now,&lt;br /&gt;Don’t let me be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3872015700624569338-5532559318699458811?l=carrieamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/feeds/5532559318699458811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3872015700624569338&amp;postID=5532559318699458811' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/5532559318699458811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/5532559318699458811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/2010/06/inevitable.html' title='Inevitable'/><author><name>Carrie Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186460130342723688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dqlK8K-AZlY/SP56NtGO-nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8xtekt6Ly6U/S220/IMG_6913.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3872015700624569338.post-7074799559441817573</id><published>2010-06-28T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T23:48:36.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Impossible</title><content type='html'>I catch your eye&lt;br /&gt;Just a glance, a smile&lt;br /&gt;Walk my way; I’ll run a mile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t come close&lt;br /&gt;Toxic as can be&lt;br /&gt;Fall too easily&lt;br /&gt;Not easily fallen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting, waiting&lt;br /&gt;Time ticks on&lt;br /&gt;No changes here as I carry on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep walking&lt;br /&gt;Pass me by&lt;br /&gt;Not worth the time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3872015700624569338-7074799559441817573?l=carrieamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/feeds/7074799559441817573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3872015700624569338&amp;postID=7074799559441817573' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/7074799559441817573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/7074799559441817573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/2010/06/impossible.html' title='Impossible'/><author><name>Carrie Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186460130342723688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dqlK8K-AZlY/SP56NtGO-nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8xtekt6Ly6U/S220/IMG_6913.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3872015700624569338.post-7282654146631351269</id><published>2010-05-19T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T22:44:24.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Without an answer…</title><content type='html'>I think I’m little too jaded by my past.  These things that I have moved past still haunt me when I’m not paying attention.  Stuck here on these pages I ramble on and keep dumping this torment on you.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m sick of being stuck; putting so much effort in for others and not getting anything back.  It hurts when you find yourself alone too much, loosing more inch by inch as time passes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tough when I lie to the world around me about my thick skin.  I bleed just as easy when no ones looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve learned to parade around, bending the truth, displaying this mannequin as my true identity.  I can’t remember the last time I was me, no holding back.  I look out for others but don’t know how to look out for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth is you wouldn’t even recognize me if you met me.  My act edited for every detail.  Seeing this transpire… a car crash you can’t take your eyes off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know what I want, or what can fix this labyrinth I navigate through daily.  Stopping stopping to translate this mess.  I spill through my fingers to liberate the pressure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3872015700624569338-7282654146631351269?l=carrieamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/feeds/7282654146631351269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3872015700624569338&amp;postID=7282654146631351269' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/7282654146631351269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/7282654146631351269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/2010/05/without-answer.html' title='Without an answer…'/><author><name>Carrie Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186460130342723688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dqlK8K-AZlY/SP56NtGO-nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8xtekt6Ly6U/S220/IMG_6913.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3872015700624569338.post-4288148046238790796</id><published>2010-05-12T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T22:36:13.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>?Me? ?Myself? &amp; ??</title><content type='html'>It’s amazing the conversations you hold in you head for no one else to hear, every word unsaid.  Contemplating life, everyday choices, what’s happening and where to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I imagine how things could be different, where I might be, who I could be.  I yearn to live in the moment, fly off the handle and act irrationally.  Instead I require planning and too much control over my own destiny, am I asking too much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m learning to let go and relax within each situation; my life is mine to make what I want.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll admit I’m a little lost, unable right now to read where I should go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My commitments here, keep me locked in place.  Even though my soul fights to be free.  I need to find my escape, my something to discover.  For I feel as if I’m settling for the life of the norm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I desire to be carefree and to do as I please.  To speak my mind, affect the life of others and to make a difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s all happening too slowly. Am I stuck in one place? Or can I not see what I already have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will find my answers, when it’s time, here reading between the lines.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3872015700624569338-4288148046238790796?l=carrieamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/feeds/4288148046238790796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3872015700624569338&amp;postID=4288148046238790796' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/4288148046238790796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/4288148046238790796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/2010/05/me-myself.html' title='?Me? ?Myself? &amp; ??'/><author><name>Carrie Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186460130342723688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dqlK8K-AZlY/SP56NtGO-nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8xtekt6Ly6U/S220/IMG_6913.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3872015700624569338.post-8962465475976686252</id><published>2010-05-12T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T22:27:11.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Safeguard</title><content type='html'>I sprinkle my fairy dust over you to keep you safe&lt;br /&gt;This way you’ll keep while I’m gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My effect on you and all the others goes unnoticed until there’s no dust let to save you from yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything comes crashing down as it all blows away&lt;br /&gt;No tiny grains left to ease the damage&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing or understanding what’s going on, you call out for help&lt;br /&gt;Seeking your angel once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reaching for me, sometimes feels too far&lt;br /&gt;Taking all your strength &lt;br /&gt;Careful not to fall, you grab your guardian once again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holding me by the hand, shielded by my power &lt;br /&gt;Encased by gentle wings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Craving the protection, my power to relieve your pain&lt;br /&gt;Careful with what you do&lt;br /&gt;Don’t drain me down, I can not deny your needs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3872015700624569338-8962465475976686252?l=carrieamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/feeds/8962465475976686252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3872015700624569338&amp;postID=8962465475976686252' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/8962465475976686252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/8962465475976686252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/2010/05/safeguard.html' title='Safeguard'/><author><name>Carrie Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186460130342723688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dqlK8K-AZlY/SP56NtGO-nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8xtekt6Ly6U/S220/IMG_6913.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3872015700624569338.post-2023085056402752764</id><published>2010-04-28T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T23:31:40.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unleash the Unknown...Exhale</title><content type='html'>Darling your mind is torturing your body with everything, too busy to stress, too stressed to be busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Occupying your mind with too much taken on, the silence hurts more than it should, when holding conversations with your heart and your head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I repeat advice I finally learned to take myself… breathe in and out and release it all&lt;br /&gt;No holding on, don’t keep it all for later.  &lt;br /&gt;Talk to me, always close to listen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worry about you and wish I could make it all better.&lt;br /&gt;But for now we’ll take one step at a time&lt;br /&gt;Let me carry some weight it’s just too much to hold.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3872015700624569338-2023085056402752764?l=carrieamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/feeds/2023085056402752764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3872015700624569338&amp;postID=2023085056402752764' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/2023085056402752764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/2023085056402752764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/2010/04/unleash-unknownexhale.html' title='Unleash the Unknown...Exhale'/><author><name>Carrie Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186460130342723688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dqlK8K-AZlY/SP56NtGO-nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8xtekt6Ly6U/S220/IMG_6913.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3872015700624569338.post-288887292924368846</id><published>2010-04-28T23:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T23:39:07.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is it</title><content type='html'>Systems functioning as normal as can be. &lt;br /&gt;Fuel can be toxic, the engines strong, no putters, no misses spitting out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pointing a finger at two, I blame you and you &lt;br /&gt;No pressure left, nothing to stress&lt;br /&gt;It’s me that I want to be, can finally be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anxiety is something that only comes around from time to time, yet its gone before the urge to run and break free could ever take me over… as it once did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how things are connected that way.&lt;br /&gt;Never would have known without the perspective of jumping out and stepping back away from you two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my now as I march forward freely.&lt;br /&gt;My past is a part of me that can no longer control my mind, suffocate my soul or trash my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It covers my body as I’m ready for the unimaginable and the ecstasy I know awaits me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3872015700624569338-288887292924368846?l=carrieamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/feeds/288887292924368846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3872015700624569338&amp;postID=288887292924368846' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/288887292924368846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/288887292924368846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/2010/04/this-is-it.html' title='This is it'/><author><name>Carrie Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186460130342723688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dqlK8K-AZlY/SP56NtGO-nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8xtekt6Ly6U/S220/IMG_6913.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3872015700624569338.post-2155376454685492605</id><published>2010-04-28T23:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T23:17:52.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting to finish</title><content type='html'>So much I want to write down&lt;br /&gt;No patience to spill, it won’t be authentic &lt;br /&gt;So drained when I do&lt;br /&gt;Difficulty writing the parts of me to pages of my life, that’s stuck in one spot…&lt;br /&gt;The end is only the beginning &lt;br /&gt;Of another chapter&lt;br /&gt;Another piece that needs to be told &lt;br /&gt;And not undone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3872015700624569338-2155376454685492605?l=carrieamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/feeds/2155376454685492605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3872015700624569338&amp;postID=2155376454685492605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/2155376454685492605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/2155376454685492605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/2010/04/waiting-to-finish.html' title='Waiting to finish'/><author><name>Carrie Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186460130342723688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dqlK8K-AZlY/SP56NtGO-nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8xtekt6Ly6U/S220/IMG_6913.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3872015700624569338.post-2701000179432861091</id><published>2010-04-28T23:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T23:13:18.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>?Me?</title><content type='html'>Where am I now with all that I have?  A support system for many, a rock they say… with no tears.  I learn through experience. Hard to take advice from others.&lt;br /&gt;Suborn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3872015700624569338-2701000179432861091?l=carrieamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/feeds/2701000179432861091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3872015700624569338&amp;postID=2701000179432861091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/2701000179432861091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/2701000179432861091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/2010/04/me.html' title='?Me?'/><author><name>Carrie Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186460130342723688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dqlK8K-AZlY/SP56NtGO-nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8xtekt6Ly6U/S220/IMG_6913.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3872015700624569338.post-7263497553495523911</id><published>2010-04-28T23:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T23:11:35.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wish you were HERE</title><content type='html'>I sit here in pain, looking at pictures of you, of us&lt;br /&gt;Tears come to my eyes, but I won’t let them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s hard to deal with the fact that you’re gone&lt;br /&gt;Gone forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m aching, just wanting you back&lt;br /&gt;I’m not ready to do this without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know how to make it stop, I’m not sure what to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I busy myself, to occupy my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Only to find it hurts even more when I stop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3872015700624569338-7263497553495523911?l=carrieamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/feeds/7263497553495523911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3872015700624569338&amp;postID=7263497553495523911' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/7263497553495523911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/7263497553495523911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/2010/04/wish-you-were-here.html' title='Wish you were HERE'/><author><name>Carrie Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186460130342723688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dqlK8K-AZlY/SP56NtGO-nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8xtekt6Ly6U/S220/IMG_6913.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3872015700624569338.post-2300658559256012963</id><published>2010-03-29T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T17:33:04.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Most Amazing...</title><content type='html'>Let me tell you about a woman of all time…Born in a small house, she grew up as a middle child, her fathers’ daughter and a beautiful vibrant girl.  She wore pretty dresses, had beautiful golden hair, spoke ever so eloquently, and took pride in her strong relationships with her family. She grew up fast taking on the roles of a young adult very quickly.  You could get by on a quarter a day; take the bus with a penny.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;She grew up with no running water, no internet or phone.  She worked different jobs, secretarial &amp; childcare, all the while remaining in her hometown.  She watched the city grow, as she was a bystander to its development.  She stood by to see momentous changes in daily life, electricity, telephones, TVs, &amp; indoor plumbing becoming things that no one thinks twice about. She was employed at 15, engaged at 21 and married at 22.  Her favorite colour is thalo blue and she loved to curl and swim at the Winter Club. She has a love for the outdoors, the gift of a beautiful voice and a hand that captured landscapes with oil paints.  She loves her cars, the Oldsmobile, the Impala and carries herself in such a prestigious manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She fell in love with a man that captured her soul and gave her 4 children.  She’s traveled the world and shares her travels with pride, if you choose to listen.  She cares so deeply for all of her family and believes in each and everyone.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she has you over for tea, expect to be treated like royalty as she often dines with the queen.  She’ll roll her eyes at you when she’s being cheeky and put you in your place if need be, her words only spoken with love. She has her own language “please pass me the jigger” but you’ll always know what she means. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This woman is no ordinary woman.  She is a very special person indeed.  This woman is my hero.  The woman is my grandma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma, I love you more than words could ever express.  Love you so! C&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3872015700624569338-2300658559256012963?l=carrieamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/feeds/2300658559256012963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3872015700624569338&amp;postID=2300658559256012963' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/2300658559256012963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/2300658559256012963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/2010/03/most-amazing.html' title='Most Amazing...'/><author><name>Carrie Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186460130342723688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dqlK8K-AZlY/SP56NtGO-nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8xtekt6Ly6U/S220/IMG_6913.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3872015700624569338.post-3287693817758507612</id><published>2010-03-25T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T20:37:34.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cause she’s gone gone gone gone.</title><content type='html'>Grandma where have you gone.&lt;br /&gt;I haven’t felt you once, even thought I’m so broken inside.&lt;br /&gt;You left too soon, taking my heart with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel numb I just want you back.&lt;br /&gt;How do I go on without the woman I would run to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will miss our afternoon teas, our chats and goofy times together.&lt;br /&gt;I will cherish my memories and be thinking of you always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re an amazing lady, one of the last of your kind.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had more time.&lt;br /&gt;Life won’t be the same with out you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you so, goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3872015700624569338-3287693817758507612?l=carrieamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/feeds/3287693817758507612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3872015700624569338&amp;postID=3287693817758507612' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/3287693817758507612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/3287693817758507612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/2010/03/cause-shes-gone-gone-gone-gone.html' title='Cause she’s gone gone gone gone.'/><author><name>Carrie Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186460130342723688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dqlK8K-AZlY/SP56NtGO-nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8xtekt6Ly6U/S220/IMG_6913.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3872015700624569338.post-4024731492114236033</id><published>2010-03-25T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T20:31:17.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lifeless</title><content type='html'>This dream is my nightmare, it just won't go away.&lt;br /&gt;Tensions built up in my muscles and continues to grow.&lt;br /&gt;I’m hurting a hurt I have never known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t seem to fine me or where I belong.&lt;br /&gt;Liquid poison numbs my thoughts, pushing normality farther and farther away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reality is rushing back with the force of a wrecking ball&lt;br /&gt;Heading straight for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing my ground &lt;br /&gt;Firm feet in spot&lt;br /&gt;I don’t move, stare directly ahead&lt;br /&gt;A perfect target.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time will determine my fate as my body keeps beating my mind and breaking my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This dream is my reality, this dreams my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3872015700624569338-4024731492114236033?l=carrieamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/feeds/4024731492114236033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3872015700624569338&amp;postID=4024731492114236033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/4024731492114236033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/4024731492114236033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/2010/03/lifeless.html' title='Lifeless'/><author><name>Carrie Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186460130342723688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dqlK8K-AZlY/SP56NtGO-nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8xtekt6Ly6U/S220/IMG_6913.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3872015700624569338.post-3263168273776925145</id><published>2010-03-25T20:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T20:24:21.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emptied Life</title><content type='html'>Hit me hard and please wake me up&lt;br /&gt;Pinch me, shake me and don’t let go.&lt;br /&gt;This can’t be happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t feel a thing and yet I’m gonna be sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until now I didn’t have any regrets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3872015700624569338-3263168273776925145?l=carrieamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/feeds/3263168273776925145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3872015700624569338&amp;postID=3263168273776925145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/3263168273776925145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/3263168273776925145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/2010/03/emptied-life.html' title='Emptied Life'/><author><name>Carrie Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186460130342723688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dqlK8K-AZlY/SP56NtGO-nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8xtekt6Ly6U/S220/IMG_6913.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3872015700624569338.post-2017081327425051082</id><published>2010-03-25T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T20:12:00.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Must be done</title><content type='html'>The darkness brings a pain lie no other&lt;br /&gt;As the clouds turn gray and release buckets upon buckets I can’t help but think they represent how I feel.  &lt;br /&gt;Stormy clouds settle in and are here to stay, permanently pouring down pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lye awake in my bed thinking of you.  I didn’t mean to hurt you the way that I did.  &lt;br /&gt;Tears fall freely, I have no control now, I’ve lost another one on my search for something… something that I cannot explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I double think my decisions wondering if it’s right.&lt;br /&gt;Assuring myself, that I don’t know what I’m doing any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad songs play on as I try to become unconscious.&lt;br /&gt;Not aware that my dreams are here to torment me&lt;br /&gt;No rest for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keeping busy makes days pass faster, when 2 days feels like months between us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could take away your pain, show you something better is on its way.  Because as my past has shown, your one is on its way to find you, just wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3872015700624569338-2017081327425051082?l=carrieamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/feeds/2017081327425051082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3872015700624569338&amp;postID=2017081327425051082' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/2017081327425051082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/2017081327425051082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/2010/03/must-be-done.html' title='Must be done'/><author><name>Carrie Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186460130342723688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dqlK8K-AZlY/SP56NtGO-nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8xtekt6Ly6U/S220/IMG_6913.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3872015700624569338.post-41135001779334273</id><published>2010-03-09T00:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T09:26:17.341-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Contained on the inside</title><content type='html'>I sit here thinking&lt;br /&gt;Stressing over the idea that I could never bare to loose a friend.&lt;br /&gt;I value you, your opinion and our friendship more than anything.&lt;br /&gt;I was torn at what to do, not sure what you’d think, &lt;br /&gt;Didn’t want to hide something so simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was honest and so were you&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t want any awkwardness &lt;br /&gt;I understand where you are coming from and fully respect it&lt;br /&gt;I love that you look out for me like that, my bestest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel alone yet surrounded by too much family &lt;br /&gt;So I put up a façade, not letting anyone know what truly lies below.&lt;br /&gt;You know the true me and see how I ache inside&lt;br /&gt;With out any words from my mouth you know me too well&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know how you do it&lt;br /&gt;but thank you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, the company is a breath of fresh air&lt;br /&gt;Minds cleared &lt;br /&gt;I’m not that girl&lt;br /&gt;If that’s what he wants he’ll soon find out that’s not what he’s gonna get.&lt;br /&gt;No strings attached&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please trust that no matter what I will be ok&lt;br /&gt;Things will be ok&lt;br /&gt;I’m guarded and not that simple&lt;br /&gt;We used to always say everything happens for a reason; maybe that’s just it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look to you, I hope that's ok&lt;br /&gt;I have nowhere else to turn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3872015700624569338-41135001779334273?l=carrieamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/feeds/41135001779334273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3872015700624569338&amp;postID=41135001779334273' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/41135001779334273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/41135001779334273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-other-half.html' title='Contained on the inside'/><author><name>Carrie Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186460130342723688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dqlK8K-AZlY/SP56NtGO-nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8xtekt6Ly6U/S220/IMG_6913.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3872015700624569338.post-6774443659050893409</id><published>2010-03-04T22:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T22:30:51.078-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3872015700624569338-6774443659050893409?l=carrieamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/feeds/6774443659050893409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3872015700624569338&amp;postID=6774443659050893409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/6774443659050893409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/6774443659050893409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/2010/03/lets-have-some-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>Carrie Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186460130342723688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dqlK8K-AZlY/SP56NtGO-nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8xtekt6Ly6U/S220/IMG_6913.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3872015700624569338.post-8159970244306249994</id><published>2010-03-03T23:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T00:23:00.028-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not to end</title><content type='html'>Hold on please&lt;br /&gt;I see that look in your eye&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to let you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not ready to loose our conversations, advice you give and your quirky sayings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me stories&lt;br /&gt;I want to know more&lt;br /&gt;Relive your memories here with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still see a spark, lingering there &lt;br /&gt;But need to see more&lt;br /&gt;Show me the will to hold on and be strong,&lt;br /&gt;The one I’ve seen before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will battle it to the death for you&lt;br /&gt;I can’t let go, I won’t  but I need your help&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can’t win if you don’t let it.&lt;br /&gt;Your powerful, it's down there within&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t live without you, I’m not ready to loose you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to see the smile in your eyes when I marry a boy I don’t know yet&lt;br /&gt;You have to see me pregnant and meet my fist born child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More time in life’s precious moments with you by my side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you too much, I can’t let go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3872015700624569338-8159970244306249994?l=carrieamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/feeds/8159970244306249994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3872015700624569338&amp;postID=8159970244306249994' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/8159970244306249994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/8159970244306249994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/2010/03/not-to-end.html' title='Not to end'/><author><name>Carrie Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186460130342723688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dqlK8K-AZlY/SP56NtGO-nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8xtekt6Ly6U/S220/IMG_6913.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3872015700624569338.post-2915253901948645251</id><published>2010-03-03T23:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T23:11:19.908-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Backwards</title><content type='html'>Feeling the urge to call you and you&lt;br /&gt;To get back that old security blanket and find comfort where I did once before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that blankets long since burned&lt;br /&gt;Tattered to shreds and singed to bits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not there any longer &lt;br /&gt;Only fading memories of safety and warmth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking to myself &lt;br /&gt;I hold it all in, &lt;br /&gt;One long winded conversation after another&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts surround me &lt;br /&gt;In front, below, behind and overhead&lt;br /&gt;Challenging the facts and emotion struck ideas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scribbling them out &lt;br /&gt;I can’t push mute, &lt;br /&gt;No button to pause&lt;br /&gt;No emergency hatch &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want the easy&lt;br /&gt;I want my one&lt;br /&gt;But I can not see him?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3872015700624569338-2915253901948645251?l=carrieamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/feeds/2915253901948645251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3872015700624569338&amp;postID=2915253901948645251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/2915253901948645251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/2915253901948645251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/2010/03/backwards.html' title='Backwards'/><author><name>Carrie Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186460130342723688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dqlK8K-AZlY/SP56NtGO-nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8xtekt6Ly6U/S220/IMG_6913.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3872015700624569338.post-6217828535604369650</id><published>2010-03-03T23:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T23:06:26.914-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My angel not a friend</title><content type='html'>Nope not yet&lt;br /&gt;I’m not ready&lt;br /&gt;Can’t deal with the stress or the thought of nothing&lt;br /&gt;I need somewhere to lean on&lt;br /&gt;To take these thoughts from my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see it waiting there&lt;br /&gt;As I barricade the door &lt;br /&gt;Go away&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3872015700624569338-6217828535604369650?l=carrieamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/feeds/6217828535604369650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3872015700624569338&amp;postID=6217828535604369650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/6217828535604369650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/6217828535604369650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-angel-not-friend.html' title='My angel not a friend'/><author><name>Carrie Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186460130342723688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dqlK8K-AZlY/SP56NtGO-nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8xtekt6Ly6U/S220/IMG_6913.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3872015700624569338.post-4896352993071469219</id><published>2010-03-03T22:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T22:59:30.022-08:00</updated><title type='text'>There is no right answer</title><content type='html'>If I stood here screaming your name at the top of my lungs &lt;br /&gt;  Would you hear me?&lt;br /&gt;  Would you care that I missed you?&lt;br /&gt;  Would you come to my rescue?&lt;br /&gt;  Would you know how much you hurt me and why I can never trust you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much longer do you remember of a time long ago, when you cared for me and I was too foolish to know&lt;br /&gt;  Would you remember who I am?&lt;br /&gt;  Would you know how to heal me?&lt;br /&gt;  Would you see into my eyes, into a truth that lies beneath?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3872015700624569338-4896352993071469219?l=carrieamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/feeds/4896352993071469219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3872015700624569338&amp;postID=4896352993071469219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/4896352993071469219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/4896352993071469219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/2010/03/there-is-no-right-answer.html' title='There is no right answer'/><author><name>Carrie Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186460130342723688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dqlK8K-AZlY/SP56NtGO-nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8xtekt6Ly6U/S220/IMG_6913.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3872015700624569338.post-1170324752573547805</id><published>2010-03-03T22:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T22:56:03.285-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love ramblings</title><content type='html'>My mind runs miles re-thinking past loves.  Those loves “in the moment” “loves for a lifetime” and “love for the one.” I re create my past decisions wondering if it could have gone any other way, if there was something I should have, could have done to change something I once knew.  The feelings were real within those moments I shared. But were they real enough to last forever, to build a tomorrow on?  Well, I guess not.  Because if they were, wouldn’t they be here with me? Or shouldn’t they be here no matter what I did, thought I did, wouldn’t they fight?  I wait, I wait for that feeling to last longer.  For me to never feel the need to let go?  Why is something so simple so hard? Maybe that’s it, maybe I have never known an equal love.  Maybe my past is filled with unbalanced giving and taking.  Taking more of me as each new “love” comes my way until there is no more me.  I’m lost.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3872015700624569338-1170324752573547805?l=carrieamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/feeds/1170324752573547805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3872015700624569338&amp;postID=1170324752573547805' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/1170324752573547805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/1170324752573547805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/2010/03/love-ramblings.html' title='Love ramblings'/><author><name>Carrie Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186460130342723688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dqlK8K-AZlY/SP56NtGO-nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8xtekt6Ly6U/S220/IMG_6913.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3872015700624569338.post-7642538062496588567</id><published>2010-03-03T22:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T00:26:02.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Over – with – you</title><content type='html'>You pull my emotions&lt;br /&gt;Play my weaknesses&lt;br /&gt;And yet I still stand there, when you call.&lt;br /&gt;Our story played it self out a long time ago&lt;br /&gt;Feelings crumbled and vanished forever&lt;br /&gt;I’ve banished you from me but can still hear you knocking on my door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please go away, stop that racket&lt;br /&gt;And learn to live without my strength&lt;br /&gt;Without me waiting there to catch you when you fall so deep down you barely recognize yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can make it on your own you&lt;br /&gt;Don’t need me&lt;br /&gt;I’m not a security blanket for you to hold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can’t invest any of me into you&lt;br /&gt;My heart lies with someone else much more worthy than you&lt;br /&gt;Someone I care about much more than what my head will let me think&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3872015700624569338-7642538062496588567?l=carrieamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/feeds/7642538062496588567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3872015700624569338&amp;postID=7642538062496588567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/7642538062496588567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/7642538062496588567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/2010/03/over-with-you.html' title='Over – with – you'/><author><name>Carrie Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186460130342723688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dqlK8K-AZlY/SP56NtGO-nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8xtekt6Ly6U/S220/IMG_6913.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3872015700624569338.post-863075069359088598</id><published>2010-02-23T22:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T22:38:38.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where’s the emergency exit?</title><content type='html'>Testing, testing 1,2,3…&lt;br /&gt;Here we come reminding you of where you’ve been&lt;br /&gt;A flash of light, a glimmer you catch&lt;br /&gt;Putting pressure on cracks once healed &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reliving those moments of desire, rethinking choices and paths chosen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the face of pain, not to repeat&lt;br /&gt;Emotions that had no foundation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope remains something unseen, hearing the words but needing proof &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it here or there or somewhere between?&lt;br /&gt;Was it true or a trance of perfect?&lt;br /&gt;That only lives in the young hearts untouched by wicked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s a balancing act of  survival you see&lt;br /&gt;Meet on need but not the other&lt;br /&gt;Time to trip and fall, with no sharp landings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3872015700624569338-863075069359088598?l=carrieamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/feeds/863075069359088598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3872015700624569338&amp;postID=863075069359088598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/863075069359088598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/863075069359088598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/2010/02/wheres-emergency-exit.html' title='Where’s the emergency exit?'/><author><name>Carrie Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186460130342723688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dqlK8K-AZlY/SP56NtGO-nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8xtekt6Ly6U/S220/IMG_6913.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3872015700624569338.post-2551688210643708642</id><published>2010-02-23T22:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T22:32:23.888-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Timid Control</title><content type='html'>Delusioned boy acting out lies of insecurities &lt;br /&gt;Wants the best of two worlds &lt;br /&gt;Barely living in one, while keeping a firm grasp on the other. She’s not allowed to leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could be happy living in one world&lt;br /&gt;Along side one with no balancing act between your thoughts &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet your indecision remains in each step you make keeping the fog pulled over your eyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3872015700624569338-2551688210643708642?l=carrieamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/feeds/2551688210643708642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3872015700624569338&amp;postID=2551688210643708642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/2551688210643708642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/2551688210643708642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/2010/02/timid-control.html' title='Timid Control'/><author><name>Carrie Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186460130342723688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dqlK8K-AZlY/SP56NtGO-nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8xtekt6Ly6U/S220/IMG_6913.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3872015700624569338.post-6176827127296746916</id><published>2010-02-23T22:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T22:24:52.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When judgment crosses</title><content type='html'>The truths been told&lt;br /&gt;Laid out clearly to see&lt;br /&gt;Relief has come for brief moments of peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curious confusions put to fact&lt;br /&gt;What was there all along &lt;br /&gt;Confirmed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet stress and panic crash down once more&lt;br /&gt;As I live here with you, in the shades of gray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t explain it I just know its you&lt;br /&gt;But not willing to admit it, I live in rhymes waiting for your move&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know its here as you ignore our passion&lt;br /&gt;In a stage you haven’t worked through, not ready to move forward&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time will come I’m sure &lt;br /&gt;You’ll see &lt;br /&gt;When final decisions live eternally from our connection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No where to turn I stare blankly in front of me&lt;br /&gt;Seeing nothing but haze.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3872015700624569338-6176827127296746916?l=carrieamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/feeds/6176827127296746916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3872015700624569338&amp;postID=6176827127296746916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/6176827127296746916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/6176827127296746916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/2010/02/when-judgment-crosses.html' title='When judgment crosses'/><author><name>Carrie Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186460130342723688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dqlK8K-AZlY/SP56NtGO-nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8xtekt6Ly6U/S220/IMG_6913.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3872015700624569338.post-6202071859811728728</id><published>2010-02-23T22:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T22:16:25.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ridged Solution</title><content type='html'>A fairy tale façade chips away as piece-by-piece reality takes stage.&lt;br /&gt;I crumble inside holding together the parts of me force apart and heading in different directions.&lt;br /&gt;Inspirations left me falling into something so liquid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving up the things I love&lt;br /&gt;I’ve lost a part of me from there to here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Completing a circle I find myself where I once was before. &lt;br /&gt;Torn between him and a dream of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3872015700624569338-6202071859811728728?l=carrieamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/feeds/6202071859811728728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3872015700624569338&amp;postID=6202071859811728728' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/6202071859811728728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/6202071859811728728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/2010/02/ridged-solution.html' title='Ridged Solution'/><author><name>Carrie Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186460130342723688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dqlK8K-AZlY/SP56NtGO-nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8xtekt6Ly6U/S220/IMG_6913.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3872015700624569338.post-7901283012492662602</id><published>2010-01-12T11:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T11:40:35.517-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes I think too much but say nothing at all</title><content type='html'>Paralyzed from emotions of sorrow&lt;br /&gt;I sway in still-time&lt;br /&gt;Overwhelmed by a sickening feeling in my gut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched as it slowly fell to pieces&lt;br /&gt;A bystander to destruction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk away with pain in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I hurt you too much&lt;br /&gt;While causing you to feel something too real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the blink of an eye it’s gone&lt;br /&gt;Lost back where it begun&lt;br /&gt;Too far ahead there’s no going back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hardest thing my heart made me do was to tell you I don’t love you&lt;br /&gt;I do not hate just care too much &lt;br /&gt;I see where you have gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As anger builds within, heal the wounds&lt;br /&gt;And release the pain&lt;br /&gt;For what not easy was never meant to be&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3872015700624569338-7901283012492662602?l=carrieamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/feeds/7901283012492662602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3872015700624569338&amp;postID=7901283012492662602' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/7901283012492662602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/7901283012492662602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/2010/01/sometimes-i-think-too-much-but-say.html' title='Sometimes I think too much but say nothing at all'/><author><name>Carrie Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186460130342723688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dqlK8K-AZlY/SP56NtGO-nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8xtekt6Ly6U/S220/IMG_6913.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3872015700624569338.post-8730239977877669475</id><published>2010-01-10T15:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T15:48:13.501-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Across from me?</title><content type='html'>I sit here across from you&lt;br /&gt;Seeing your lips move with no sounds&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I missing it&lt;br /&gt;If it’s sitting here in front of me&lt;br /&gt;As I watch it pass me by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever wonder when we know&lt;br /&gt;How to tell which way to go&lt;br /&gt;You’re here with me&lt;br /&gt;But only for now&lt;br /&gt;As our path separate &lt;br /&gt;Diverge once again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flash encounters of life&lt;br /&gt;Looking for the thing we need&lt;br /&gt;Seeing it starring back at me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3872015700624569338-8730239977877669475?l=carrieamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/feeds/8730239977877669475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3872015700624569338&amp;postID=8730239977877669475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/8730239977877669475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/8730239977877669475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/2010/01/across-from-me.html' title='Across from me?'/><author><name>Carrie Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186460130342723688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dqlK8K-AZlY/SP56NtGO-nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8xtekt6Ly6U/S220/IMG_6913.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3872015700624569338.post-8447759594029976336</id><published>2009-11-14T12:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T12:33:12.381-08:00</updated><title type='text'>strangled simles</title><content type='html'>Pushing together strangled smiles&lt;br /&gt;The world distorts the truth around me&lt;br /&gt;Hidden words spewing from everyone, hit me like razors&lt;br /&gt;targeting my heart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3872015700624569338-8447759594029976336?l=carrieamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/feeds/8447759594029976336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3872015700624569338&amp;postID=8447759594029976336' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/8447759594029976336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/8447759594029976336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/2009/11/strangled-simles.html' title='strangled simles'/><author><name>Carrie Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186460130342723688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dqlK8K-AZlY/SP56NtGO-nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8xtekt6Ly6U/S220/IMG_6913.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3872015700624569338.post-8087962379770316621</id><published>2009-09-09T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T20:09:20.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>time --------- lost</title><content type='html'>Days have past quicker than expected.&lt;br /&gt;5 days gone 3 to go&lt;br /&gt;Our talks feel empty as I wish for your attention receiving not what I was looking for.&lt;br /&gt;My insecurities run wild trying to see where you are.&lt;br /&gt;My feelings are here but wary of you&lt;br /&gt;What has happened?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3872015700624569338-8087962379770316621?l=carrieamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/feeds/8087962379770316621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3872015700624569338&amp;postID=8087962379770316621' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/8087962379770316621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/8087962379770316621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/2009/09/time-lost.html' title='time --------- lost'/><author><name>Carrie Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186460130342723688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dqlK8K-AZlY/SP56NtGO-nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8xtekt6Ly6U/S220/IMG_6913.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3872015700624569338.post-18291997361440269</id><published>2009-09-09T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T20:06:30.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing pages between</title><content type='html'>I sit here struggling with the thoughts in my head.  &lt;br /&gt;Holding something so perfect, not sure it belongs to me.&lt;br /&gt;My mind wanders in paths with dead ends, places I’ve traveled long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worry about my unconscious thoughts, &lt;br /&gt;those I have no control,&lt;br /&gt;no power to make disappear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With you my mind is clear, free&lt;br /&gt;But my heart is not there yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wait for a decision to be made, for the haze to life &lt;br /&gt;For me to be with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss your company when you’re gone.  &lt;br /&gt;Your touch, your attention, &lt;br /&gt;I crave so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My struggles are hidden as you assume we’re on the same page&lt;br /&gt;But here I hide a chapter before you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3872015700624569338-18291997361440269?l=carrieamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/feeds/18291997361440269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3872015700624569338&amp;postID=18291997361440269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/18291997361440269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/18291997361440269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/2009/09/missing-pages-between.html' title='Missing pages between'/><author><name>Carrie Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186460130342723688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dqlK8K-AZlY/SP56NtGO-nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8xtekt6Ly6U/S220/IMG_6913.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3872015700624569338.post-468063801173934659</id><published>2009-09-09T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T20:01:04.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fight or Flight</title><content type='html'>Retreat, retreat, turn around and run.  Book it out of here; escape the reality of tripping before you fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanting your attention&lt;br /&gt;Craving your touch&lt;br /&gt;My heart fears pain and sends messages to my legs to run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I battle myself, trying to hold on to something I’m used to.  All too comfortable with you and settling in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This scares me more than I’ll ever admit.  I fall to my knees, protected here in my sanctuary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting here peacefully, taking in the sun, the sounds of water dancing in the sea and the metallic clatter of the rising dock… my nerves relax and release my troubles into the wind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Away they go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still worry of where to go, but for now I breathe a little more freely, seeing the panic is not worth anxiety’s emotional pull on my identity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m good at faking normality when inside I want to shake my head and scream and run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abandon ship?&lt;br /&gt;Sinking lifeboats.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3872015700624569338-468063801173934659?l=carrieamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/feeds/468063801173934659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3872015700624569338&amp;postID=468063801173934659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/468063801173934659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/468063801173934659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/2009/09/fight-or-flight.html' title='Fight or Flight'/><author><name>Carrie Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186460130342723688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dqlK8K-AZlY/SP56NtGO-nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8xtekt6Ly6U/S220/IMG_6913.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3872015700624569338.post-6952633107423962555</id><published>2009-09-09T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T19:53:22.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality A Game?</title><content type='html'>Happiness walks in and sits on my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Takes over my thoughts and consumes my days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your touch crashes into my body and consumes me whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open and free there’s you and me and a time for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keeping the pace, mind settles into a state of bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has it come again to toy with me or is this time real.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3872015700624569338-6952633107423962555?l=carrieamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/feeds/6952633107423962555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3872015700624569338&amp;postID=6952633107423962555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/6952633107423962555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/6952633107423962555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/2009/09/reality-game.html' title='Reality A Game?'/><author><name>Carrie Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186460130342723688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dqlK8K-AZlY/SP56NtGO-nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8xtekt6Ly6U/S220/IMG_6913.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3872015700624569338.post-8341783302577902323</id><published>2009-09-09T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T19:47:41.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eyes wide shut</title><content type='html'>Marching through stiff pavement the world blurs around her, passing her by.  This is the day she’ll make her mark. Reciting the words to herself in an endless loop, she creates an unbreakable confidence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her feet send shocks through each step. Eyes set forward as the crowded sea separates to unveil her path in familiar streets filled with concerned faces.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she approaches the crumpled structures sporting barred windows, her pace slows.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Groups of hormonal teens band together forming unofficial groups of seclusion.  They stare directly into her eyes without flinching, without emotion. Empty shells. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her determination flees, retreating so quickly leaving a hollow residue.  The bell sounds. The distinct packs disperse and move towards the double doors covered in graffiti and held open by a security guard and the iron fist, in full combat gear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She bows her head, assumes the position and follows the cattle through the gates to her own personal hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her body blurs in with those of so many.  Her nerves tense as she tries her best to blend in once again and not be noticed.  It’s too late.  They’ve seen her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On firm thrust of their shoulders into hers acknowledges that today will be like any other.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stumbles as the hit tricks her balance and her feet scramble to disperse the energy.  Walking forward she doesn’t stop, never daring to look back.  She’s all too familiar with those gazes of hatred.  She can hear their comments, their giggles, and taunts. Don’t give them more, keep pace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she approaches her locker its no shock they’ve done it again.  Graffiti can be so beautiful but this is the ink of pure evil.  The words are written in thick and heavy black strokes.  They took their time decorating her space. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She tries to look unfazed but is breaking and aching so bad.  She can’t hide it, as the pieces of her lying on the floor around her, there for those who choose to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3872015700624569338-8341783302577902323?l=carrieamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/feeds/8341783302577902323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3872015700624569338&amp;postID=8341783302577902323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/8341783302577902323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/8341783302577902323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/2009/09/eyes-wide-shut.html' title='Eyes wide shut'/><author><name>Carrie Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186460130342723688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dqlK8K-AZlY/SP56NtGO-nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8xtekt6Ly6U/S220/IMG_6913.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3872015700624569338.post-7229781063433323886</id><published>2009-09-04T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T17:06:34.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>-----</title><content type='html'>Tripping on yellow &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;brook&lt;/span&gt; roads, tumbling my way back to you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3872015700624569338-7229781063433323886?l=carrieamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/feeds/7229781063433323886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3872015700624569338&amp;postID=7229781063433323886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/7229781063433323886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/7229781063433323886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title='-----'/><author><name>Carrie Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186460130342723688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dqlK8K-AZlY/SP56NtGO-nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8xtekt6Ly6U/S220/IMG_6913.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3872015700624569338.post-7555696664497074183</id><published>2009-07-04T16:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T16:44:28.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hormonal outbursts</title><content type='html'>Loosing control and tumbling down&lt;br /&gt;It’s much steeper than expected&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casual ignorance’s are quick to notice and struggle for the upper hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No power to hold steady, the spiral quickly consumes the fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Power is not theirs to have&lt;br /&gt;Do not be blinded by difficulties that test abilities to survive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaining momentum&lt;br /&gt;Yet holding the cards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s a domain missing order&lt;br /&gt;Focus is lost,&lt;br /&gt;Lessons ignored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courage is hard to find when waiting for time to pass by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finding footprints and traveling to where time stands still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See innocent eyes and desires to learn&lt;br /&gt;Teachings to grow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3872015700624569338-7555696664497074183?l=carrieamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/feeds/7555696664497074183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3872015700624569338&amp;postID=7555696664497074183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/7555696664497074183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/7555696664497074183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/2009/07/hormonal-outbursts.html' title='Hormonal outbursts'/><author><name>Carrie Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186460130342723688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dqlK8K-AZlY/SP56NtGO-nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8xtekt6Ly6U/S220/IMG_6913.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3872015700624569338.post-98397939004137076</id><published>2009-07-04T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T16:37:12.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wandering Wonder</title><content type='html'>Happy with him, my thoughts are clear&lt;br /&gt;Heart is present and wanting more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he’s not near my mind wanders&lt;br /&gt;Some how finding its way to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve let go of our connection&lt;br /&gt;And yet its still there&lt;br /&gt;Catching me off guard and causing me to wonder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My strength weakens when it comes to you&lt;br /&gt;The one that left me so confused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No passionate moments to prove me right&lt;br /&gt;I fell for you, only through sight&lt;br /&gt;No touch of your lips or sweet caress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m waiting here&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, living as if I’m strong without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The act becomes easier as time passes me by&lt;br /&gt;My emotions held by two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He’s nothing like you&lt;br /&gt;Our connections completely different.&lt;br /&gt;Its new and exciting&lt;br /&gt;Innocent and easy&lt;br /&gt;Communications no puzzle I have to decipher&lt;br /&gt;Its open and free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t help these emotions left here from you&lt;br /&gt;The remainders of something so perfect&lt;br /&gt;The remainders of what you took from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I piece myself back together, with one gap to fill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You hold the piece, I need it back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Link vanishing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3872015700624569338-98397939004137076?l=carrieamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/feeds/98397939004137076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3872015700624569338&amp;postID=98397939004137076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/98397939004137076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/98397939004137076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/2009/07/wandering-wonder.html' title='Wandering Wonder'/><author><name>Carrie Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186460130342723688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dqlK8K-AZlY/SP56NtGO-nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8xtekt6Ly6U/S220/IMG_6913.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3872015700624569338.post-7576463626097100082</id><published>2009-07-04T16:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T16:27:00.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Golden gloW</title><content type='html'>Hitting the ground in powerful rays&lt;br /&gt;Rolling over and under, weaving its way&lt;br /&gt;Capturing everything in a blanket wrapped tight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crafting a beauty we all escape to&lt;br /&gt;It caresses our bodies as it reaches our souls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life changes beneath the unquestionable force&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken lips learn to smile once more&lt;br /&gt;Healing old pains and creating a healthy now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3872015700624569338-7576463626097100082?l=carrieamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/feeds/7576463626097100082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3872015700624569338&amp;postID=7576463626097100082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/7576463626097100082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/7576463626097100082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/2009/07/golden-glow.html' title='Golden gloW'/><author><name>Carrie Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186460130342723688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dqlK8K-AZlY/SP56NtGO-nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8xtekt6Ly6U/S220/IMG_6913.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3872015700624569338.post-7919003436197888674</id><published>2009-07-04T16:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T16:06:52.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simply complex</title><content type='html'>Seeing this in front of me it’s hard to believe. &lt;br /&gt;I wonder how it happened… how I ended up in your arms so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My minds weary,&lt;br /&gt;barricading a heart that has already fallen in too deep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pushing forward,&lt;br /&gt;These thoughts aside&lt;br /&gt;I relax and take it all in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m living in a fantasy here with you. Learning how things should have been all along.  Things this easy are meant to transpire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Games are forgotten as only truths are spoken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spend my time in aw of you. &lt;br /&gt;Watching something building in front of me, something surrounding me,&lt;br /&gt;And yet I have no fear of where your intentions lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some how I find myself …&lt;br /&gt;bewildered by how simple the complex used to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3872015700624569338-7919003436197888674?l=carrieamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/feeds/7919003436197888674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3872015700624569338&amp;postID=7919003436197888674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/7919003436197888674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/7919003436197888674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/2009/07/simply-complex.html' title='Simply complex'/><author><name>Carrie Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186460130342723688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dqlK8K-AZlY/SP56NtGO-nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8xtekt6Ly6U/S220/IMG_6913.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3872015700624569338.post-3945454521366177880</id><published>2009-07-04T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T15:55:14.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hearts UNtouched</title><content type='html'>Attention spans flicker&lt;br /&gt;like fractured and broken light bulbs stolen by flashes of gibberish and sounds of chaos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contact between pen and paper&lt;br /&gt;occur in rhythmic spasms, spinning fragmented thoughts and creative syntax’s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lips are curled&lt;br /&gt;in a frozen grimace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eyes winking at one another… we’re not really working&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Game over, they’ve got it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3872015700624569338-3945454521366177880?l=carrieamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/feeds/3945454521366177880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3872015700624569338&amp;postID=3945454521366177880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/3945454521366177880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/3945454521366177880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/2009/07/hearts-untouched.html' title='Hearts UNtouched'/><author><name>Carrie Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186460130342723688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dqlK8K-AZlY/SP56NtGO-nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8xtekt6Ly6U/S220/IMG_6913.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3872015700624569338.post-7965682152634235815</id><published>2009-07-04T15:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T15:36:44.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vocal Assault</title><content type='html'>Attacking kindness with words of destruction&lt;br /&gt;Pushing forward armed and ready&lt;br /&gt;Advances test patience&lt;br /&gt;With rage and intentions to kill&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3872015700624569338-7965682152634235815?l=carrieamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/feeds/7965682152634235815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3872015700624569338&amp;postID=7965682152634235815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/7965682152634235815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/7965682152634235815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/2009/07/vocal-assault.html' title='Vocal Assault'/><author><name>Carrie Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186460130342723688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dqlK8K-AZlY/SP56NtGO-nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8xtekt6Ly6U/S220/IMG_6913.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3872015700624569338.post-2056458796262455773</id><published>2009-06-26T19:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T19:28:50.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Make believe</title><content type='html'>A reflection shimmering back, telling a story with no words.  Ask questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Squinty eyes concentrate hard. Head aches from attempted thoughts, when emotions run unstable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dusty outlook, nothings simple as it used to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right and wrong difficult to decipher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time changes so fast&lt;br /&gt;Nothings permanent&lt;br /&gt;Too much is forged&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3872015700624569338-2056458796262455773?l=carrieamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/feeds/2056458796262455773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3872015700624569338&amp;postID=2056458796262455773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/2056458796262455773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/2056458796262455773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/2009/06/make-believe.html' title='Make believe'/><author><name>Carrie Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186460130342723688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dqlK8K-AZlY/SP56NtGO-nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8xtekt6Ly6U/S220/IMG_6913.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3872015700624569338.post-1585938338528535085</id><published>2009-05-31T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T11:49:09.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frame me in this</title><content type='html'>Life lingers there, within reach&lt;br /&gt;To be invented, formed&lt;br /&gt;Bent into reality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Create a masterpiece, a work of art&lt;br /&gt;And stand there in the middle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking charge everything’s within your grasp&lt;br /&gt;To dream is to believe&lt;br /&gt;For it all to happen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strength and courage build power&lt;br /&gt;Build character, build you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bad pushes buttons&lt;br /&gt;A test of character&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worn out roads are hard to travel&lt;br /&gt;Seeing only the path less chosen&lt;br /&gt;Navigate past to clarity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s important to see, you’re right where you need to be&lt;br /&gt;Acknowledge what’s really there&lt;br /&gt;Looking beyond the emotions floating around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth is some things will get worse before they get better&lt;br /&gt;Trying your tired soul, and aching body&lt;br /&gt;Other things only get better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen and learn&lt;br /&gt;Act and care&lt;br /&gt;Never loosing yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take stress and handle it bit by bit&lt;br /&gt;Stay away from the gray, it will eat you alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speak truths, sincerity&lt;br /&gt;It’s hard to find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will all come&lt;br /&gt;Time&lt;br /&gt;To emerge from black&lt;br /&gt;Spring loaded surprise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One moment takes shape&lt;br /&gt;With each days break&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3872015700624569338-1585938338528535085?l=carrieamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/feeds/1585938338528535085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3872015700624569338&amp;postID=1585938338528535085' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/1585938338528535085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/1585938338528535085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/2009/05/frame-me-in-this.html' title='Frame me in this'/><author><name>Carrie Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186460130342723688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dqlK8K-AZlY/SP56NtGO-nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8xtekt6Ly6U/S220/IMG_6913.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3872015700624569338.post-2724016256119473090</id><published>2009-05-21T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T13:51:07.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lifes Edge</title><content type='html'>Standing at the end, rocks trap her feet.  Tall spindly grass scales the cliff side in a desperate search of a hospitable home.  Below, all is still. Framed into a photograph of no action, she remains.  Sturdy and tough, her body like a boulder.  Looking out into an endless horizon, she feels pulled away from where she thinks she belongs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The waters calm and serene, almost winking at her, enticing her, testing her will to choose her own path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She ponders life.  Dreams the impossible.  But tires her soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time ticks away as she stands still.  Questioning right/ wrong, morals and beliefs; hesitant to make a move... when nothings ever perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change affects everything around her.  Her environment begins a magical metamorphosis. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wind carries in a sweet nectar as the wave crash through peace. Yet silence persists.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bewildered.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3872015700624569338-2724016256119473090?l=carrieamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/feeds/2724016256119473090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3872015700624569338&amp;postID=2724016256119473090' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/2724016256119473090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/2724016256119473090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/2009/05/lifes-edge.html' title='Lifes Edge'/><author><name>Carrie Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186460130342723688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dqlK8K-AZlY/SP56NtGO-nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8xtekt6Ly6U/S220/IMG_6913.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3872015700624569338.post-3146294744847172103</id><published>2009-05-10T23:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T23:02:10.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dividing Worlds Collide Again</title><content type='html'>Connecting us to each other&lt;br /&gt;It’s become a tool that pushes everyone further away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words of kindness, praise, and love, have no voice&lt;br /&gt;Letters in fine print speak no emotion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A world of vast advances encourages seclusion through encrypted messages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intended to make life easier and that is has.&lt;br /&gt;But left us with no ability to communicate true words… emotion, compassion and care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So immersed in individualized worlds&lt;br /&gt;So much goes unsaid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These worlds need to collides, touch&lt;br /&gt;To remind the truth to exist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holding on to the now, ready for what’s next but keeping human touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To feel safe, whole&lt;br /&gt;To remember how to socialize and love one another&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… when our worlds collide.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3872015700624569338-3146294744847172103?l=carrieamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/feeds/3146294744847172103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3872015700624569338&amp;postID=3146294744847172103' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/3146294744847172103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/3146294744847172103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/2009/05/dividing-worlds-collide-again.html' title='Dividing Worlds Collide Again'/><author><name>Carrie Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186460130342723688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dqlK8K-AZlY/SP56NtGO-nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8xtekt6Ly6U/S220/IMG_6913.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3872015700624569338.post-4463770066019186812</id><published>2009-04-23T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T22:38:17.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Once Upon A Happily Ever After</title><content type='html'>Tell me a story that begins with once upon a time.  A sweet tale that ends in happily ever after…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time a boy meets girl and admires her from afar.  Too nervous for words his body dares not to move in her direction.  He waits in time, watching.  Falling in before he knows it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He catches a glimpse of that sparkle in her eye, the cheeky curl of her lip and her wacky facial expressions.  He notices her heart on the edge of her sleeve and wonders how long she has worn it that way.  The beauty of this selfless act leaves him in awe.  Deeper he goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he looks at her time freezes, making each moment a magical daydream. Hair glowing golden flows around her face, framing her stunning smile and juicy lips.   He sees each movement as a graceful dance. He is the only one in the audience.  The curves of her body call to him, telling him to stay longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing there he takes it all in, solid like a cement status he holds on to each moment for later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Building strength and taking a step forward, he leans in to whisper in her ear.  She stops and listens quietly.  All sounds disappear as the two of them are whisked away.  Turning to see him she smiles, like she already knows him.  But, just as nervous as he.  She steps into his world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just like that their tales begun, as quick as it was.  He pursues her with an utterly true purity of adoration, knowing he’s found something unlike anything else.  He has never been here before.  Never allowed things to get like this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She watches his actions with questions.  Learning about him from each interaction.  Enjoying the power of his confidence and the safety she feels in his arms.  Holding back what she knows, she tries to take each moment for what it is.  She looks into his eyes to learn more.  He turns away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She pictures the future with him and forgets to live in the now.  Damaging their connection, it was never intentional.  Steps start walking backwards, as distance pushed them apart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loosing intensity he felt so strong he backs away to test her reaction.  She plays the game and continues walking backwards only hurting herself more.  Panic settles in and takes over her thoughts.  She thinks of him often.  He does not give in, desperately wanting her to come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wonders why she walks backwards so quickly, not realizing that she keeps tripping on her own two feet. Something’s just not right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Backing into a barricade her heart placed there without her mind knowing, she realizes her faults.  It takes two.  Following her crooked path forward, she crosses her fingers hoping it will lead back to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She ends up back at his door, with no courage to knock.  Staring at the chipping paint and her reflection in the door handle, she freezes.  Taking erratic breaths of air she attempt to calm her nerves.  Relaxing her body if only a bit she makes a fist and goes to knock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting on his couch staring blankly into the TV, he doesn’t know what to do.  Feelings that come so fast are hard to be true.  Yet she’s on his mind he can’t deny, it can’t be ignore any longer.  Taking a stand he makes a choice. Marches to the door grabs his keys and unlocks the latch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at the very moment he turns the knob her hand makes contact with the door.  The sound echoes through both of their ears, like the beating of a powerful drum.  How did this happen?  She smiles nervously as his hands drive straight for her face.  He brings her into him and kisses her so passionately.  She melts in his arms.  That night they found one another... happily ever after.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3872015700624569338-4463770066019186812?l=carrieamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/feeds/4463770066019186812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3872015700624569338&amp;postID=4463770066019186812' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/4463770066019186812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/4463770066019186812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/2009/04/once-upon-happily-ever-after.html' title='Once Upon A Happily Ever After'/><author><name>Carrie Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186460130342723688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dqlK8K-AZlY/SP56NtGO-nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8xtekt6Ly6U/S220/IMG_6913.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3872015700624569338.post-8536875775449011104</id><published>2009-04-20T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T23:15:03.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Off Course</title><content type='html'>I disguise myself for you. &lt;br /&gt;A figure of me stands in place.&lt;br /&gt;I appear strong and confident; when in truth there is a lot I hide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beneath the surface lies tales of hurt and betrayal that make it difficult to trust.&lt;br /&gt;Insecurities live here reminding me how powerless I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know what to do&lt;br /&gt;What move to make&lt;br /&gt;Or how to find you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m lost in my own thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Over thinking my actions&lt;br /&gt;over and over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have fallen hard,&lt;br /&gt;Fallen deep down and I am still climbing out&lt;br /&gt;Looking for the strength that has been taken from me and made me frail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a chance on me&lt;br /&gt;I’m well worth the wait&lt;br /&gt;Give me a chance to show you me and for me to find a way to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could escape from my own head&lt;br /&gt;These thoughts hurt me too often and cause replayed pain… Again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want peace of mind&lt;br /&gt;I want time with you&lt;br /&gt;Guiding my way… Through crumbled directions and an outdated map&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3872015700624569338-8536875775449011104?l=carrieamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/feeds/8536875775449011104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3872015700624569338&amp;postID=8536875775449011104' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/8536875775449011104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/8536875775449011104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/2009/04/off-course.html' title='Off Course'/><author><name>Carrie Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186460130342723688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dqlK8K-AZlY/SP56NtGO-nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8xtekt6Ly6U/S220/IMG_6913.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3872015700624569338.post-530028378508630803</id><published>2009-04-20T23:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T23:05:31.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A wink or two</title><content type='html'>I need sleep, something my brain ignores but desires so badly.  Forcing movement, my actions grow tired.  Words speak gibberish.  Not allowing myself to rest I ensure my own suffering for I think I have control over the things that make no sense and float in my head as questions to complex to touch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3872015700624569338-530028378508630803?l=carrieamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/feeds/530028378508630803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3872015700624569338&amp;postID=530028378508630803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/530028378508630803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/530028378508630803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/2009/04/wink-or-two.html' title='A wink or two'/><author><name>Carrie Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186460130342723688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dqlK8K-AZlY/SP56NtGO-nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8xtekt6Ly6U/S220/IMG_6913.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3872015700624569338.post-8789139404675868527</id><published>2009-04-19T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T23:18:01.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The games we play without playing...</title><content type='html'>He approaches her with a liquid confidence so true.  No is not an answer.  Second try, now her attention is grasped.  Clouds beneath while they hover in mid air tangled together.  The rules are broken, when eyes are blinded.  Successful attempts lead to repeat encounters of ecstasy.  Dawn breaks with passionate embraces, quick goodbyes and a strong face to greet reality with a sweet hello.  Frequent touch leads to unspoken concerns.  Slowly working their way to the surface.  Past wounds bleed again, as actions are surrounded by uncertainty and infatuation.  Passion explodes when reality is held back.  Confidence remains when 2 become 1 and bolts back again when real shapes are taken.  The truth lingers there beneath the surface, waiting to be captured… To be discovered.  Strength slowly withers away and weakens one, empowering the other.  Time wasn’t taken, when moments were stolen. Bowing her head and admitting defeat she disappears into the shadows.  It takes time to see what was there and what was lost.  He doesn’t know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3872015700624569338-8789139404675868527?l=carrieamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/feeds/8789139404675868527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3872015700624569338&amp;postID=8789139404675868527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/8789139404675868527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/8789139404675868527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/2009/04/games-we-play-without-playing.html' title='The games we play without playing...'/><author><name>Carrie Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186460130342723688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dqlK8K-AZlY/SP56NtGO-nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8xtekt6Ly6U/S220/IMG_6913.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3872015700624569338.post-1301785479420877788</id><published>2009-04-15T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T22:53:35.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Foolish Avoidance</title><content type='html'>Colliding with liquid&lt;br /&gt;Faster hits harder&lt;br /&gt;Not moving out of the way, it consumes everything running though a network of tracks&lt;br /&gt;Pulling one direction&lt;br /&gt;Tricking minds&lt;br /&gt;To see something that was never there&lt;br /&gt;… that was created as an illusion to escape the truth&lt;br /&gt;Like an addiction it makes you want more&lt;br /&gt;The feeling doesn’t get better&lt;br /&gt;Things don’t look good&lt;br /&gt;It will be retold&lt;br /&gt;Regurgitated  stories in porcelain frames&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3872015700624569338-1301785479420877788?l=carrieamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/feeds/1301785479420877788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3872015700624569338&amp;postID=1301785479420877788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/1301785479420877788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/1301785479420877788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/2009/04/foolish-avoidance.html' title='Foolish Avoidance'/><author><name>Carrie Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186460130342723688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dqlK8K-AZlY/SP56NtGO-nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8xtekt6Ly6U/S220/IMG_6913.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3872015700624569338.post-1291537294433048873</id><published>2009-04-14T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T16:11:15.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In DrEaMs</title><content type='html'>Tonight I close my eyes and fall into an angry nightmare.  Enclosed by death, demented life and tortured souls.  I dare not move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Power within me builds until I cannot hold it anymore.  Tonight I breathe in deeply and throw daggers at you... my target&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in black, my eyes are frozen, breaths shallow in a face with no feeling.  I am bitter, holding the remains of a dark, defective and cracked heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not feel.  I take aim and release with a vicious wave of hate.  One dagger after another passes through the tips of my fingers on a collision course, only for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one dares to come near.  It is me they all fear.  Never believing I could come to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Built up frustrations are yours to hold.  I don’t even see you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m much stronger than you anticipated.  Relentless hits, create pure destruction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not stop. Hostility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cracks expand and grow all over your body.  They’re crackling shrieks echoing off sharp rock faces that now surround us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can’t take it; this lesson does not give up.  The crackling intensifies as your body quivers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then in one magnificent moment the force breaks through, with a low howling depth and takes your soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My arm collapses and falls to my side, hand shaking with rage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I awake from pure evil to see nothing in front of me but look down to see a hollow nothingness in my chest.  I cannot feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am capable of much more than you think.  You don’t know me one bit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3872015700624569338-1291537294433048873?l=carrieamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/feeds/1291537294433048873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3872015700624569338&amp;postID=1291537294433048873' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/1291537294433048873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/1291537294433048873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/2009/04/in-dreams.html' title='In DrEaMs'/><author><name>Carrie Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186460130342723688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dqlK8K-AZlY/SP56NtGO-nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8xtekt6Ly6U/S220/IMG_6913.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3872015700624569338.post-4961236276839661936</id><published>2009-04-11T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T18:06:30.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Self-Inflicted Agony</title><content type='html'>In a shell of a body I drag myself from point A to be&lt;br /&gt;Jerking my legs into action&lt;br /&gt;Bones ache, muscles throbbing&lt;br /&gt;Painful steps detached&lt;br /&gt;Loosing pace with my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proceeding forward I neglect my own screams&lt;br /&gt;Distracting pain with motion&lt;br /&gt;Throbbing aches diminish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strength is liquid at this point&lt;br /&gt;Flowing in every gesture&lt;br /&gt;Agony in pain I fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pushing too hard&lt;br /&gt;I continue on, reshaping my frame&lt;br /&gt;Transforming me&lt;br /&gt;Living life&lt;br /&gt;Feeling restored&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3872015700624569338-4961236276839661936?l=carrieamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/feeds/4961236276839661936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3872015700624569338&amp;postID=4961236276839661936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/4961236276839661936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/4961236276839661936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/2009/04/self-inflicted-agony.html' title='Self-Inflicted Agony'/><author><name>Carrie Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186460130342723688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dqlK8K-AZlY/SP56NtGO-nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8xtekt6Ly6U/S220/IMG_6913.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3872015700624569338.post-5869124017630887662</id><published>2009-04-09T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T13:52:54.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seductive Potency</title><content type='html'>Your gentle touch sends shiver through my body&lt;br /&gt;Rolling like waves,&lt;br /&gt;Creeping and crawling down my spine to the tips of my curled toes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m relaxed in moments of passionate rage&lt;br /&gt;An intoxicating craving&lt;br /&gt;Wanting more, but cautious to let you in&lt;br /&gt;Barriers crumble as we crash through my defenses&lt;br /&gt;Giving in &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look deep into my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Kiss me now and take me further&lt;br /&gt;Into an ecstatic trance&lt;br /&gt;Where the world melts away&lt;br /&gt;Leaving only you and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds disappear, encapsulated in this ferocious fire&lt;br /&gt;Only melodies of two hearts beating as one&lt;br /&gt;Chased by echo’s of erratic breaths&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tightly griping your body, clenching my teeth&lt;br /&gt;I’m whisked away from reality&lt;br /&gt;To a euphoria of astonishing colors&lt;br /&gt;A place we run wild&lt;br /&gt;Don't let go&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3872015700624569338-5869124017630887662?l=carrieamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/feeds/5869124017630887662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3872015700624569338&amp;postID=5869124017630887662' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/5869124017630887662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/5869124017630887662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/2009/04/seductive-potency.html' title='Seductive Potency'/><author><name>Carrie Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186460130342723688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dqlK8K-AZlY/SP56NtGO-nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8xtekt6Ly6U/S220/IMG_6913.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3872015700624569338.post-6178436073468629646</id><published>2009-04-08T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T22:38:49.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exposed</title><content type='html'>I don’t know how you got me here&lt;br /&gt;To this place that I let go and become so vulnerable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This chance isn’t given to many&lt;br /&gt;Taken my hand&lt;br /&gt;Leading me away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the power you choose to take and the little things you do&lt;br /&gt;Together I’m happy, apart wanting more&lt;br /&gt;It's simple, there’s something there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fearing where this is going&lt;br /&gt;I want answers to questions I dare not ask&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a feeling I’ve missed&lt;br /&gt;An attention I barely recognized&lt;br /&gt;A connection that is just different&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let go of the wheel and steer straight&lt;br /&gt;no swerves&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3872015700624569338-6178436073468629646?l=carrieamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/feeds/6178436073468629646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3872015700624569338&amp;postID=6178436073468629646' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/6178436073468629646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/6178436073468629646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/2009/04/exposed.html' title='Exposed'/><author><name>Carrie Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186460130342723688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dqlK8K-AZlY/SP56NtGO-nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8xtekt6Ly6U/S220/IMG_6913.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3872015700624569338.post-244694822865898388</id><published>2009-04-07T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T09:42:41.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Consider THIS</title><content type='html'>Is it that hard to believe I’m happy being me&lt;br /&gt;My emotional ups and downs present only in my head and in these words placed into stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you knew me you would not recognize me from my scriptured thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;This part of me only visible to very few.&lt;br /&gt;Seeing body and ink, rarely the two combine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m in control of my path and will not let the world get to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My words are an escape from the conversation of thoughts in my head&lt;br /&gt;Analyzing the environments I’m submersed in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find peace in music&lt;br /&gt;Plunking on the piano and enjoying sweet melodies&lt;br /&gt;Getting lost in nature, surrounded by nothing&lt;br /&gt;No one, not a sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am strong and sturdy&lt;br /&gt;Taking pleasure in the small things in life&lt;br /&gt;Living each moment in turn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3872015700624569338-244694822865898388?l=carrieamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/feeds/244694822865898388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3872015700624569338&amp;postID=244694822865898388' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/244694822865898388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/244694822865898388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/2009/04/consider-this.html' title='Consider THIS'/><author><name>Carrie Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186460130342723688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dqlK8K-AZlY/SP56NtGO-nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8xtekt6Ly6U/S220/IMG_6913.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3872015700624569338.post-684141855756571817</id><published>2009-04-06T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T07:24:45.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Puzzled</title><content type='html'>The games we play bend and curve the truth so far past anything recognizable&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know what is and what isn’t&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left and right have no significance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 steps ahead&lt;br /&gt;Loosing speed&lt;br /&gt;and walking backwards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’d read your mind if I could see&lt;br /&gt;See who you really are, where you’re going, what you’re thinking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I cannot let you in&lt;br /&gt;I’m still lost in my own jumbled identity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patience is something I need&lt;br /&gt;You cannot force things that should not be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the boards for now&lt;br /&gt;Thinking strategy all too often&lt;br /&gt;I move my knight&lt;br /&gt;You capture the heart of my queen&lt;br /&gt;Every time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smiles turn to panic when you’re not near&lt;br /&gt;Too many thoughts run through my head&lt;br /&gt;Aiming at my heart with daggers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If things were easier, I’d loose all the excitement&lt;br /&gt;The emotional battleground we fear so passionately&lt;br /&gt;But crave so desperately when we are not standing in the cross fire&lt;br /&gt;On the battle fields of uncertainty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking this in and breathing&lt;br /&gt;I talk up my own self-confidence&lt;br /&gt;and march forward, in a strong suit of armor&lt;br /&gt;Trembling inside as I slowly learn what way to turn&lt;br /&gt;Straight ahead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only fear what’s happened before.&lt;br /&gt;This is now&lt;br /&gt;I am no longer&lt;br /&gt;Her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hard to envision the unknown&lt;br /&gt;Taking the moments with you as they come&lt;br /&gt;Blossoms take shape and form delicate little flowers&lt;br /&gt;To fragile to pick&lt;br /&gt;Admired from afar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3872015700624569338-684141855756571817?l=carrieamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/feeds/684141855756571817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3872015700624569338&amp;postID=684141855756571817' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/684141855756571817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/684141855756571817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/2009/04/puzzled.html' title='Puzzled'/><author><name>Carrie Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186460130342723688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dqlK8K-AZlY/SP56NtGO-nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8xtekt6Ly6U/S220/IMG_6913.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3872015700624569338.post-1591977447922903478</id><published>2009-04-05T16:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T16:30:07.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twisted sleep</title><content type='html'>Close my eyes and lye me down&lt;br /&gt;Falling into tormented slumber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A world appears around me&lt;br /&gt;Built up brick by brick&lt;br /&gt;Each fine line and intricate detail take shape, surround by thick black lines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m taken to a world where things are never as they seem&lt;br /&gt;A twisted reality, fashioned from fears, hopes, desires and needs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its dark, this manic fairytale&lt;br /&gt;Harsh stories and strong ambitions &lt;br /&gt;I find myself playing a character that could be me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m sick with happiness&lt;br /&gt;Navigating through demented romance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking clearly I have no conscious&lt;br /&gt;I do not speak&lt;br /&gt;My words transform to action, taking leaps and bounds to find what I am searching for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s in fact is searching for me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3872015700624569338-1591977447922903478?l=carrieamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/feeds/1591977447922903478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3872015700624569338&amp;postID=1591977447922903478' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/1591977447922903478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/1591977447922903478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/2009/04/twisted-sleep.html' title='Twisted sleep'/><author><name>Carrie Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186460130342723688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dqlK8K-AZlY/SP56NtGO-nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8xtekt6Ly6U/S220/IMG_6913.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3872015700624569338.post-8802010286419270128</id><published>2009-04-04T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T11:24:12.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Block</title><content type='html'>Inspiration is what I seek.&lt;br /&gt;A character to jump from this ink, only a backdrop&lt;br /&gt;And dance around its readers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuck in a circle of familiar phrases, pains, memories&lt;br /&gt;Lacking new ideas to bring to life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tale of a young boy&lt;br /&gt;A little girls fairy tale&lt;br /&gt;brought to reality&lt;br /&gt;All so artificial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seek silence surrounded by music&lt;br /&gt;Waiting to be knocked out by something great&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rambling about sad tales and dreams of hope&lt;br /&gt;My encores endless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s sure to happen&lt;br /&gt;Some time soon&lt;br /&gt;Change and growth continue inflating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a seat&lt;br /&gt;Sit back and relax&lt;br /&gt;Just breath&lt;br /&gt;Be a part of my ride&lt;br /&gt;And enjoy the scenery&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3872015700624569338-8802010286419270128?l=carrieamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/feeds/8802010286419270128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3872015700624569338&amp;postID=8802010286419270128' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/8802010286419270128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/8802010286419270128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/2009/04/big-block.html' title='Big Block'/><author><name>Carrie Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186460130342723688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dqlK8K-AZlY/SP56NtGO-nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8xtekt6Ly6U/S220/IMG_6913.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3872015700624569338.post-4207104947864729301</id><published>2009-04-03T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T22:13:31.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Running in SPOT</title><content type='html'>Moving forward but standing still.&lt;br /&gt;My head is with me, body ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alone in a crowded room&lt;br /&gt;Smiling as I move through&lt;br /&gt;My heart is not here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's somewhere lost from then to now&lt;br /&gt;Stuck in a moment&lt;br /&gt;I search for it relentlessly&lt;br /&gt;Trick it with others, ignoring the feelings it produces&lt;br /&gt;Like a hard working machine chipping away at my subconscious daydreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moved on from the past; learned mistakes and tragic ends only a memory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready for the exciting&lt;br /&gt;Pushing doors open&lt;br /&gt;And keeping my presence there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living life alone, searching for companions to ease our pains and deliver our wants.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3872015700624569338-4207104947864729301?l=carrieamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/feeds/4207104947864729301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3872015700624569338&amp;postID=4207104947864729301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/4207104947864729301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/4207104947864729301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/2009/04/running-in-spot.html' title='Running in SPOT'/><author><name>Carrie Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186460130342723688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dqlK8K-AZlY/SP56NtGO-nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8xtekt6Ly6U/S220/IMG_6913.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3872015700624569338.post-5296337617738062330</id><published>2009-04-02T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T20:28:41.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyrical goodbye</title><content type='html'>Turning upside down and inside out&lt;br /&gt;Seeing black and gray&lt;br /&gt;It’s cleared now, no more      just no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve morphed into who I’ve become&lt;br /&gt;To a place I wanna be&lt;br /&gt;A place that’s me… more than before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;So why can’t you see who I’ve become&lt;br /&gt;I’m not the girl I used to be&lt;br /&gt;The girl you think you still see&lt;br /&gt;Time has moved and changed a lot&lt;br /&gt;So quit being so naïve, actions can’t change, words can’t bring it back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The games been played its over and done with&lt;br /&gt;I brunt the rules and move beyond&lt;br /&gt;Broke free from something that was not me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is so much easier to see,&lt;br /&gt;Steeping forward clearly&lt;br /&gt;Not blinded by things I could never control&lt;br /&gt;But achieving everything I never could&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture you form of me&lt;br /&gt;So distorted and delusional&lt;br /&gt;There is no mold I fit&lt;br /&gt;No labels to define&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;So why can’t you see who I’ve become&lt;br /&gt;I’m not the girl I used to be&lt;br /&gt;The girl you think you still see&lt;br /&gt;Time has moved and changed a lot&lt;br /&gt;So quit being so naïve, actions can’t change, words can’t bring it back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been said&lt;br /&gt;It’s all dead and done&lt;br /&gt;I think its time you let me be&lt;br /&gt;No turning back anymore&lt;br /&gt;I let go&lt;br /&gt;Its only sweet history&lt;br /&gt;My heart can’t feel you and my head doesn’t hear&lt;br /&gt;Walk away, get out and go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;So why can’t you see who I’ve become&lt;br /&gt;I’m not the girl I used to be&lt;br /&gt;The girl you think you still see&lt;br /&gt;Time has moved and changed a lot&lt;br /&gt;So quit being so naïve, actions can’t change, words can’t bring it back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why can’t you see who I’ve become&lt;br /&gt;I’m not the girl I used to be&lt;br /&gt;The girl you think you still see&lt;br /&gt;Time has moved and changed a lot&lt;br /&gt;So quit being so naïve, actions can’t change, words can’t bring it back&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3872015700624569338-5296337617738062330?l=carrieamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/feeds/5296337617738062330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3872015700624569338&amp;postID=5296337617738062330' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/5296337617738062330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/5296337617738062330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/2009/04/lyrical-goodbye.html' title='Lyrical goodbye'/><author><name>Carrie Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186460130342723688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dqlK8K-AZlY/SP56NtGO-nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8xtekt6Ly6U/S220/IMG_6913.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3872015700624569338.post-24264465907714385</id><published>2009-03-15T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T09:38:44.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing days and months back to you</title><content type='html'>Boy runs away, it’s his turn to leave.&lt;br /&gt;Not sure where to go, what move to make next.&lt;br /&gt;He continues,&lt;br /&gt;going away from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running from truth, running from fear, he does not stop to listen&lt;br /&gt;No hesitations… not one thought.&lt;br /&gt;Away he goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He feels nothing,&lt;br /&gt;his body is numb.&lt;br /&gt;The world stops around him as he runs by, not noticing all the greatness around him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He does not understand that things move forward even when you stop looking.&lt;br /&gt;The world cannot pause for one to catch up to life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s all changing,&lt;br /&gt;There’s no way to reverse.  He can’t go back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On and on he goes,&lt;br /&gt;as hours mesh into days, weeks just a blur of colors that he passes by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until one day he finally wakes up and realizes his faults.&lt;br /&gt;he was running away from what should have been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracing back his steps, he gets lost along the way searching for the thing he feared the most.&lt;br /&gt;The thing his heart now aches for.&lt;br /&gt;You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn’t know it was you.&lt;br /&gt;He did not see you standing there till now.&lt;br /&gt;He did not look closely enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time has a funny way of bringing us back together,&lt;br /&gt;in a huge jigsaw puzzle.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone searching for the right piece.&lt;br /&gt;The missing piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But do not worry...some how the puzzle transforms into a masterpiece of life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3872015700624569338-24264465907714385?l=carrieamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/feeds/24264465907714385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3872015700624569338&amp;postID=24264465907714385' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/24264465907714385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/24264465907714385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/2009/03/missing-days-and-months-back-to-you.html' title='Missing days and months back to you'/><author><name>Carrie Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186460130342723688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dqlK8K-AZlY/SP56NtGO-nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8xtekt6Ly6U/S220/IMG_6913.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3872015700624569338.post-7947941460136287506</id><published>2009-03-15T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T19:48:02.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Once Upon A Time</title><content type='html'>Do you remember a time&lt;br /&gt;when the world was only as big as your own personal stage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When emotions were heightened and words could form daggers&lt;br /&gt;each one making their mark.  The good and the bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When life was simple.&lt;br /&gt;No responsibilities, no bills, no obligations.&lt;br /&gt;It was just you, and your world packaged by friends and family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When learning happened naturally.  But days were much longer.&lt;br /&gt;Minutes lasted for hours and sunny days never ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When sarcastic judgments hurt and torn at your very soul,&lt;br /&gt;Causing you to tremble and fall apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When your identity was a fight, with hormones and a mix of emotions you never understood.&lt;br /&gt;Meanings coming to be, when the time was right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When summer seemed to last forever and best friends were really there&lt;br /&gt;….through everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a time we will always remember.&lt;br /&gt;A time we wished we did more and took bigger risks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a time of discovery.&lt;br /&gt;A time of joy, sorrow, excitement and fear for the unexpected, the unimaginable and the amazing.&lt;br /&gt;All happening at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a time, when we were invisible.  When we could achieve anything&lt;br /&gt;but did not have the confidence to know what we were truly capable of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a time when things were cheaper and candy was a full course meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, life is much more complicated than I once thought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here now, looking back at then&lt;br /&gt;I smile at the choice I made, the mistakes I suffered through, the happiness I celebrated and the pain I overcame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have the confidence to succeed as my identity continues to expand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would not change any of my actions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the important pieces of me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3872015700624569338-7947941460136287506?l=carrieamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/feeds/7947941460136287506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3872015700624569338&amp;postID=7947941460136287506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/7947941460136287506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/7947941460136287506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/2009/03/once-upon-time.html' title='Once Upon A Time'/><author><name>Carrie Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186460130342723688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dqlK8K-AZlY/SP56NtGO-nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8xtekt6Ly6U/S220/IMG_6913.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3872015700624569338.post-7002124340003754015</id><published>2009-03-05T14:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T10:14:13.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock Bottom</title><content type='html'>Found her in a place I’d never go.  A place I’d never wanna be.  Used and abused her body re-plays the chaos of what once was important… to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eyes so empty.  A body, only bones.  Tears shimmer as they are sucked into her tired skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looks up at me with an expressionless expression, so lost, so broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hollow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her long brown hair hangs in clumps hiding her bare jagged shoulders.  She’s covered in a fine layer of dust.  As if she was an old broken and chipped lamp that no one touched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only one strap holds her cotton gown.  It manages to keep the fabric draped over her body.  Once upon a time a beautiful dress now the remains of sad stories and played out battles.  Blood, sweat, tears, and dirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her knees are cut, scabs still leaking.  Hands shake as she tries to steady her body against the rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sits there like a crumpled cardboard box, uncomfortable with who she is, where she is and what she has become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reaching out my hand, she turns away, shuts her eyes, braces her body and pretends to hide.  Harm has been done.  Is it too late?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realizing her faults she examines me bottom up, from feet to head.  Scanning every inch until she reaches my eyes.  Looking deeply into my soul as if she might recognize me now, if only she could look harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the end of the beginning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3872015700624569338-7002124340003754015?l=carrieamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/feeds/7002124340003754015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3872015700624569338&amp;postID=7002124340003754015' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/7002124340003754015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/7002124340003754015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/2009/03/rock-bottom.html' title='Rock Bottom'/><author><name>Carrie Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186460130342723688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dqlK8K-AZlY/SP56NtGO-nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8xtekt6Ly6U/S220/IMG_6913.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3872015700624569338.post-4360541337814448</id><published>2009-03-03T22:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T22:20:47.947-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Naked &amp; Vulnerable</title><content type='html'>Today’s the day I change my path.  I take a stand to bare all.  There’s no holding back, nothing left unsaid.  Everything out for you to see; naked and vulnerable.  No gimmicks, no sugar coating, no bells and whistles.  Only the raw truth for your eyes to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today will change our path.  This fog we’re floating in will be forced to clear.  Hear my words clearly and feel my heart strong and true behind each expressed desire.  This is not an easy task, but it must be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So listen carefully to what you hear, what you see, what you feel.  Imagine what it would all be like without me.  I say this in kindness wondering what if.  What if us?  What if I did not exist, would be things be ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve laid it all on the line.  I’ve given you time, I’ve given you space.  Know that even though we don’t speak you’re often in my thoughts.  Controlling my emotional hills and dips from afar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will not know a thing about my emotional struggle as you meet my strong façade.  But, look deeply... you just might. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realize what’s here in time, before I fade away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3872015700624569338-4360541337814448?l=carrieamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/feeds/4360541337814448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3872015700624569338&amp;postID=4360541337814448' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/4360541337814448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/4360541337814448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/2009/03/naked-vulnerable.html' title='Naked &amp; Vulnerable'/><author><name>Carrie Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186460130342723688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dqlK8K-AZlY/SP56NtGO-nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8xtekt6Ly6U/S220/IMG_6913.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3872015700624569338.post-1048128064254089130</id><published>2009-02-28T09:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T10:13:32.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Encapsulated musical moments</title><content type='html'>Isn’t it weird, how a song can take you back to a moment in time?  A moment, which at the time seemed so insignificant, it held no importance.  You could have never known the effect it would later produce each and every time the notes danced around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then out of no where the melody attacks your body, the lyrics act like a time machine and whisk you away, back to that very moment, that tiny section in your life's saga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your emotions react to every beat, every lyric; while your body feels that moment in time.  That moment you shared, that moment you lost.  The feel of your clothes against your body, the look on his face, the love you felt.  Smells are brought back strong and potent; emotions take a leap backwards and consume your nerves.  Every part of your body.  Your mood is instantly affected as your emotions overwhelm your senses with past desires, wants and worries.  You are encapsulated in that moment.  Your present emotional being becomes insignificant as you peer through a lens, watching your past replay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once thought that moment was nothing, and yet I am reminded of it every time that song plays.  I have moved passed, forgetting, and wiping the slate clear.  But as the song plays I pause and take it all in.  I smile as the notes touch my heart,  I do not remember it in pain.  I remember that moment in time we shared, when you were mine and I was yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it ends, my body is released from a bubble of my past.  I am left with an emotion so sweet that ended a long time ago.  It reminds me that its possible and when it’s my turn it will be back again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not remember those moments in pain.  They happened to prepare us for something.  Something we could never understand at that moment. Don’t run away from the lyrical memories; take it in and breathe. All these moments are important.  But don’t linger too long, your future is much too important.   Learn to live in the now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3872015700624569338-1048128064254089130?l=carrieamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/feeds/1048128064254089130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3872015700624569338&amp;postID=1048128064254089130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/1048128064254089130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/1048128064254089130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/2009/02/encapsulated-musical-moments.html' title='Encapsulated musical moments'/><author><name>Carrie Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186460130342723688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dqlK8K-AZlY/SP56NtGO-nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8xtekt6Ly6U/S220/IMG_6913.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3872015700624569338.post-4561688125722503634</id><published>2009-02-25T19:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T19:40:32.351-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quickies</title><content type='html'>I was too blind to see,&lt;br /&gt;What’s not easy&lt;br /&gt;Was never meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too good to be true.  To hard to be good.&lt;br /&gt;A connection so strong waiting to be caught.&lt;br /&gt;Gaining momentum, lingering there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a roller coaster going through the inclines and drops. Funny, I don’t remember buying a ticket or taking my seat.  What happened.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3872015700624569338-4561688125722503634?l=carrieamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/feeds/4561688125722503634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3872015700624569338&amp;postID=4561688125722503634' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/4561688125722503634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/4561688125722503634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/2009/02/quickies.html' title='Quickies'/><author><name>Carrie Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186460130342723688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dqlK8K-AZlY/SP56NtGO-nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8xtekt6Ly6U/S220/IMG_6913.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3872015700624569338.post-4536264370513352618</id><published>2009-02-25T19:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T09:36:48.241-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Masquerading as a friend</title><content type='html'>She reads you like an open book, knowing which way you will turn, what path you will take before you’ve even chosen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gives you water as you run your marathon and then awaits you at the finish line when you have achieved your goal. Arms wide open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She anticipates your falls and has the bandages out and ready before you’ve been hurt.  Helping you back on your feet, she’s there smiling back at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She does not judge you or waste time in anger.  She is happy and radiates joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is your best friend, your other half, a guardian angel.  The girl of your dreams.  You just can’t see it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3872015700624569338-4536264370513352618?l=carrieamie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/feeds/4536264370513352618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3872015700624569338&amp;postID=4536264370513352618' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/4536264370513352618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3872015700624569338/posts/default/4536264370513352618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrieamie.blogspot.com/2009/02/masquerading-as-friend.html' title='Masquerading as a friend'/><author><name>Carrie Amie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186460130342723688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dqlK8K-AZlY/SP56NtGO-nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8xtekt6Ly6U/S220/IMG_6913.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
