<?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-1868361585399151753</id><updated>2011-10-20T09:18:52.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey love</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-scarred-letter.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868361585399151753/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-scarred-letter.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Moosewinchester</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DkbrXrv0dY0/TqBIC8DxXfI/AAAAAAAACyY/yfTvNEXFHY8/s220/KarenGillan.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>55</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868361585399151753.post-4044368885279878475</id><published>2010-06-12T07:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T07:51:29.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;Weekends he's a wall,&lt;br /&gt;Weekdays he's her pain,&lt;br /&gt;and nothing she says&lt;br /&gt;can bring him back again&lt;br /&gt;She cries her hardest,&lt;br /&gt;she thinks maybe he'll hear her,&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't realise &lt;br /&gt;every fight will push him further&lt;br /&gt;She's staring at the mirror,&lt;br /&gt;cursing at her reflection,&lt;br /&gt;saying "Fuck you, &lt;br /&gt;you're nowhere near perfection.&lt;br /&gt;You think these things will happen,&lt;br /&gt;but they just DON'T,&lt;br /&gt;Now go do your work and&lt;br /&gt;stop staring at your phone."&lt;br /&gt;She's trying to stop the voices in her head,&lt;br /&gt;Screw this, screw the world,&lt;br /&gt;I'd be better off dead&lt;br /&gt;And everything he had said, &lt;br /&gt;and everything he had done&lt;br /&gt;all added up to his love equals none&lt;br /&gt;his voice was heaven,&lt;br /&gt;but fucking hell, it sure hurt&lt;br /&gt;and the fact he was the sweetest,&lt;br /&gt;it still offered no comfort&lt;br /&gt;She's looking at the back of his head,&lt;br /&gt;wondering where she went wrong&lt;br /&gt;Mumbling to herself, "I gotta be strong"&lt;br /&gt;He has a choice,&lt;br /&gt;He already has his new best friend,&lt;br /&gt;She puts the gun to her head&lt;br /&gt;screams "die Marissa" and,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868361585399151753-4044368885279878475?l=this-scarred-letter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-scarred-letter.blogspot.com/feeds/4044368885279878475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1868361585399151753&amp;postID=4044368885279878475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868361585399151753/posts/default/4044368885279878475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868361585399151753/posts/default/4044368885279878475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-scarred-letter.blogspot.com/2010/06/weekends-hes-wall-weekdays-hes-her-pain.html' title=''/><author><name>Moosewinchester</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DkbrXrv0dY0/TqBIC8DxXfI/AAAAAAAACyY/yfTvNEXFHY8/s220/KarenGillan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868361585399151753.post-260825622549959682</id><published>2009-03-03T05:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T06:25:08.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've always wanted</title><content type='html'>I've always wanted to find a shell&lt;br /&gt;that would sing me the ocean's song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always wanted to make a wish&lt;br /&gt;that would prove my nightmares wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always wanted to escape this hole&lt;br /&gt;and live in God's embrace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always wanted to meet Lady Luck&lt;br /&gt;and touch her smoothened face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always wanted to hold your hand&lt;br /&gt;to make my dreams come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always wanted to,&lt;br /&gt;I've always wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always wanted what i can't have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868361585399151753-260825622549959682?l=this-scarred-letter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-scarred-letter.blogspot.com/feeds/260825622549959682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1868361585399151753&amp;postID=260825622549959682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868361585399151753/posts/default/260825622549959682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868361585399151753/posts/default/260825622549959682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-scarred-letter.blogspot.com/2009/03/ive-always-wanted.html' title='I&apos;ve always wanted'/><author><name>Moosewinchester</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DkbrXrv0dY0/TqBIC8DxXfI/AAAAAAAACyY/yfTvNEXFHY8/s220/KarenGillan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868361585399151753.post-7218906566534725597</id><published>2009-02-20T19:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T19:33:52.051-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A suicide video.</title><content type='html'>"Hey, mummy. For the past few years, I have been wondering. Why am I like this? What is happening to me now?&lt;br /&gt;I have been thinking about it and I think I know why is it that I'm so out of touch and so.. not what you want me to be. Laziness and low self-esteem. I usually get very put off by criticism, and even the simplest obstacle really stops me from trying again.&lt;br /&gt;You always say to me: 'Why can't be you be like other children?' I'm sorry, mum. Stress is really building up, and I'm just tired of everything, and anything. I know you would love a daughter that is smart, hardworking and obedient and all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry that I've hurt you by doing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I really, really just want to run away from it all. I can't live up to everybody's expectations. Tell every single person that done me wrong, 'I forgive you.'. Tell those that loved me, 'Thank you.'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to you, and daddy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, I love you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She let out a muffled sob, and dropped the video camera that she was holding.&lt;br /&gt;Rushing to the opened window, she looked down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868361585399151753-7218906566534725597?l=this-scarred-letter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-scarred-letter.blogspot.com/feeds/7218906566534725597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1868361585399151753&amp;postID=7218906566534725597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868361585399151753/posts/default/7218906566534725597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868361585399151753/posts/default/7218906566534725597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-scarred-letter.blogspot.com/2009/02/suicide-video.html' title='A suicide video.'/><author><name>Moosewinchester</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DkbrXrv0dY0/TqBIC8DxXfI/AAAAAAAACyY/yfTvNEXFHY8/s220/KarenGillan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868361585399151753.post-1072242740840557798</id><published>2009-02-13T20:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T20:45:17.368-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Roses and Violets</title><content type='html'>Roses are red,&lt;br /&gt;Violets are blue.&lt;br /&gt;I really hope this&lt;br /&gt;letter reaches you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My arms are dead,&lt;br /&gt;My feet are too.&lt;br /&gt;Will you help this jester,&lt;br /&gt;Will you save this fool?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roses are red,&lt;br /&gt;Violets are blue.&lt;br /&gt;I'm on my last breath,&lt;br /&gt;Trying to talk to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you don't hear me,&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing you can do,&lt;br /&gt;Until my ghost comes rushing back;&lt;br /&gt;Haunting you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868361585399151753-1072242740840557798?l=this-scarred-letter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-scarred-letter.blogspot.com/feeds/1072242740840557798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1868361585399151753&amp;postID=1072242740840557798' title='0 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today,&lt;br /&gt;I found it really cool.&lt;br /&gt;The meaning relates alot to me,&lt;br /&gt;and maybe to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It means "Something or someone&lt;br /&gt;that is hardly seen."&lt;br /&gt;At least not the full image of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only a small glimpse.&lt;br /&gt;A glance.&lt;br /&gt;A peek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're so elusive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868361585399151753-8439110594612179647?l=this-scarred-letter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-scarred-letter.blogspot.com/feeds/8439110594612179647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1868361585399151753&amp;postID=8439110594612179647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868361585399151753/posts/default/8439110594612179647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868361585399151753/posts/default/8439110594612179647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-scarred-letter.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-word.html' title='a new word'/><author><name>Moosewinchester</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DkbrXrv0dY0/TqBIC8DxXfI/AAAAAAAACyY/yfTvNEXFHY8/s220/KarenGillan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868361585399151753.post-343223556790816219</id><published>2009-01-30T06:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T06:21:15.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No exams please.</title><content type='html'>Boy, you're my inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;And the reason for my smile,&lt;br /&gt;I can't think of anything&lt;br /&gt;that makes life more worthwhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And anybody else will know&lt;br /&gt;how happy i am and more,&lt;br /&gt;whenever you spend time with me&lt;br /&gt;And that's just what i go to school for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868361585399151753-343223556790816219?l=this-scarred-letter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-scarred-letter.blogspot.com/feeds/343223556790816219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1868361585399151753&amp;postID=343223556790816219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868361585399151753/posts/default/343223556790816219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868361585399151753/posts/default/343223556790816219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-scarred-letter.blogspot.com/2009/01/no-exams-please.html' title='No exams please.'/><author><name>Moosewinchester</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DkbrXrv0dY0/TqBIC8DxXfI/AAAAAAAACyY/yfTvNEXFHY8/s220/KarenGillan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868361585399151753.post-5707567486814658807</id><published>2009-01-19T06:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T06:51:07.668-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Montage</title><content type='html'>This was not my idea,&lt;br /&gt;to drown in your fake personality.&lt;br /&gt;Let you live in my selfish nightmare,&lt;br /&gt;like some kind of superhero.&lt;br /&gt;You're the falling star,&lt;br /&gt;you're the getaway car.&lt;br /&gt;And that's when i overcame doubts,&lt;br /&gt;overcame and fell for you.&lt;br /&gt;But.&lt;br /&gt;If you're not real, you can't save me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a princess, this is not a fairytale.&lt;br /&gt;Like the brightest star you shine from,&lt;br /&gt;re-lighten the scribbles.&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna lose you,&lt;br /&gt;but i don't even own you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credits:&lt;br /&gt;Huiyu&lt;br /&gt;Kengyang&lt;br /&gt;Iffa&lt;br /&gt;KeJia&lt;br /&gt;Nicole Anne&lt;br /&gt;Gloria&lt;br /&gt;Chaniece&lt;br /&gt;Daniel&lt;br /&gt;Kristel&lt;br /&gt;Grace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868361585399151753-5707567486814658807?l=this-scarred-letter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-scarred-letter.blogspot.com/feeds/5707567486814658807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1868361585399151753&amp;postID=5707567486814658807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868361585399151753/posts/default/5707567486814658807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868361585399151753/posts/default/5707567486814658807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-scarred-letter.blogspot.com/2009/01/montage.html' title='Montage'/><author><name>Moosewinchester</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DkbrXrv0dY0/TqBIC8DxXfI/AAAAAAAACyY/yfTvNEXFHY8/s220/KarenGillan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868361585399151753.post-904862399096384511</id><published>2009-01-18T04:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T04:50:56.629-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You will never be able to erase your mistakes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because you always use a permanent marker.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868361585399151753-904862399096384511?l=this-scarred-letter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-scarred-letter.blogspot.com/feeds/904862399096384511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1868361585399151753&amp;postID=904862399096384511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868361585399151753/posts/default/904862399096384511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868361585399151753/posts/default/904862399096384511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-scarred-letter.blogspot.com/2009/01/you-will-never-be-able-to-erase-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Moosewinchester</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DkbrXrv0dY0/TqBIC8DxXfI/AAAAAAAACyY/yfTvNEXFHY8/s220/KarenGillan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868361585399151753.post-6061980298649022564</id><published>2009-01-16T21:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T21:46:51.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A slice.</title><content type='html'>A knife on my wrist is like my pen on paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this medium, i can create all sorts of beautiful drawings, essays and poems. With this 'pen', I can put Van Gogh to shame. I can outwrite the most amazing of authors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that i have the inspiration, I will draw. Maybe when they see my art, they will start to appreciate me. They will finally accept me. I will never have to be lonely again. I will be loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I draw a family. I draw friends. I draw all the things i have ever wanted in this lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, when my wrist is filled with the scribbles and pictures i have doodled, I will wash off the excess red ink, and continue staring at the ceiling fans with a small smile on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This i will be contented with, for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868361585399151753-6061980298649022564?l=this-scarred-letter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-scarred-letter.blogspot.com/feeds/6061980298649022564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1868361585399151753&amp;postID=6061980298649022564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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where&lt;br /&gt;I can erase our past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was lost in your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Stranded, they say.&lt;br /&gt;Because i burned my map,&lt;br /&gt;So that i have a reason to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never knew me,&lt;br /&gt;I was the rubbish you threw&lt;br /&gt;Though i always wanted to be&lt;br /&gt;The inspiration you drew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate you, because&lt;br /&gt;you'd never need to feel this way.&lt;br /&gt;But i love you, because&lt;br /&gt;you are everything that perfection portrays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868361585399151753-5879494842240146606?l=this-scarred-letter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-scarred-letter.blogspot.com/feeds/5879494842240146606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>And the children are all sleeping tonight&lt;br /&gt;They don't know what's gonna happen,&lt;br /&gt;What's gonna happen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you're my psychedelic drug,&lt;br /&gt;All my wrongs feel so right&lt;br /&gt;Now i wonder why i feel so empty,&lt;br /&gt;feel so used up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i'm falling through this dark abyss&lt;br /&gt;I'm tearing apart&lt;br /&gt;Killing all my senses&lt;br /&gt;You will be my fading hope.&lt;br /&gt;And i'm trying to escape,&lt;br /&gt;But death is looking for me,&lt;br /&gt;You will be my apocalypse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868361585399151753-3228395224481932699?l=this-scarred-letter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-scarred-letter.blogspot.com/feeds/3228395224481932699/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DkbrXrv0dY0/TqBIC8DxXfI/AAAAAAAACyY/yfTvNEXFHY8/s220/KarenGillan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868361585399151753.post-8490086506826791664</id><published>2008-12-11T22:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T22:37:40.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>it's a christmas special story! :D&lt;br /&gt;stay tuned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868361585399151753-8490086506826791664?l=this-scarred-letter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-scarred-letter.blogspot.com/feeds/8490086506826791664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1868361585399151753&amp;postID=8490086506826791664' title='0 Comments'/><link 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is, until he set his eyes on the one he thought was God-given beauty, a crystal-eyed dragon. Fale was always a dragon lover, even when he was a kid. Everytime he spotted the flying things, he would try to catch and keep them, though they were a hundred times bigger than him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crystal-eyed dragon heaved a fiery breath, and stretched its pallid, snow-white wings. Approaching cautiously, the prince tried not to alarm the mystical creature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello, you." He murmured as gently as he could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the dragon showed no signs of being frightened, and allowed Fale to touch his nozzle. Thrilled that he had gained it's trust, the prince smiled and stroked the soft hair again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Miranda," he whispered, "That will be your name."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many years passed, and Prince Fale was very contented with his life. The only problem was, other countries heard of his new pet, and have tried to steal it from him. Try as he might, he could not get used to the disturbances and his armies were greatly affected by the constant invasion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, when he could not take it anymore, he ordered his men: "Burn the bridges and destroy the roads, for when living with a soul so beautiful and true, i have no need of anything else."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the men did as they were told. More years passed, but this time, nothing happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, Prince Fale awoke from on top of the highest room in his palace. "Miranda!" The first name that came to his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The corridors were silent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Miranda..?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sensing that something was amiss, he got out of his king-sized bed and walked along the halls. That's funny, he was usually woken up in the mornings by the wails of his pet. Today, nothing much as a squeak was heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The prince started to panic. Frantically, he searched every nook and cranny possible to find his beloved creature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, the realization hit him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miranda had gone. It had flown away into the skies, leaving him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It can't be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all these years, the love and care, gone to waste.&lt;br /&gt;He had blocked out those unnecessary things, just to tend to his dragon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It looks like i need them now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, damage as been done, and there were no more bridges or roads to lead to the outside world, which he had abandoned so long ago. He had even sacked his men and armies, convinced that the invasion will not happen anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His friends. Other dragons. How can he ever enjoy these gifts again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm all alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868361585399151753-3999495626825218335?l=this-scarred-letter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-scarred-letter.blogspot.com/feeds/3999495626825218335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1868361585399151753&amp;postID=3999495626825218335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868361585399151753/posts/default/3999495626825218335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868361585399151753/posts/default/3999495626825218335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-scarred-letter.blogspot.com/2008/12/prince-fale-was-never-one-to-fall-in.html' title='Prince Fale'/><author><name>Moosewinchester</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DkbrXrv0dY0/TqBIC8DxXfI/AAAAAAAACyY/yfTvNEXFHY8/s220/KarenGillan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868361585399151753.post-8225625957756421538</id><published>2008-11-27T02:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T03:51:43.525-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wanted homes</title><content type='html'>Everywhere i go, i see many rich business men and women. Successful, and maybe living in huge private houses and mansions. These people enjoy their lives, and are able to buy things that match their every whim and fancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are those, that are not as rich. Those, average ones. Daily life for them is simple and not as complicated as the wealthier type. Living in flats, terraces, condos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least they have somewhere to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beggars and homeless people on the streets, they don't have their own private house or whatever wished-for things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime i see yet another old woman or crippled being, i feel guilty, about complaining about how miserable my life is and comparing myself to others richer than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is also a question of Retributive Justice. What i have learnt in school. These people would not have ended up like this if they had worked hard in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You reap what you sow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is what teachers tell us every now and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish i could do something to help these poor people. But do they want our help? and if so, how would we know if they really are what they seem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people pretend to be beggars and plead for money!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To think i can do nothing about this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868361585399151753-8225625957756421538?l=this-scarred-letter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-scarred-letter.blogspot.com/feeds/8225625957756421538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1868361585399151753&amp;postID=8225625957756421538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868361585399151753/posts/default/8225625957756421538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868361585399151753/posts/default/8225625957756421538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-scarred-letter.blogspot.com/2008/11/wanted-homes.html' title='wanted homes'/><author><name>Moosewinchester</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DkbrXrv0dY0/TqBIC8DxXfI/AAAAAAAACyY/yfTvNEXFHY8/s220/KarenGillan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868361585399151753.post-271384654164425898</id><published>2008-11-27T02:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T02:19:41.378-08:00</updated><title type='text'>never</title><content type='html'>I never wanted to,&lt;br /&gt;Sorry love but&lt;br /&gt;i don't believe in you anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868361585399151753-271384654164425898?l=this-scarred-letter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-scarred-letter.blogspot.com/feeds/271384654164425898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1868361585399151753&amp;postID=271384654164425898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868361585399151753/posts/default/271384654164425898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868361585399151753/posts/default/271384654164425898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-scarred-letter.blogspot.com/2008/11/never.html' title='never'/><author><name>Moosewinchester</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DkbrXrv0dY0/TqBIC8DxXfI/AAAAAAAACyY/yfTvNEXFHY8/s220/KarenGillan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868361585399151753.post-7548255004733367562</id><published>2008-11-26T01:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T02:09:47.914-08:00</updated><title type='text'>please stop.</title><content type='html'>"humans."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the word they used to call those creatures. The ones that invade our homes and steal away our loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I myself, dislike those weird things. I am a turtle. My kind has beautiful shells on our backs and award-winning flippers to help us dig in the sand. This is normal. But those 'Humans' have strange, long flesh with protruding joints instead. They do not look a bit like us at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til today, i have never wanted to associate myself with these abnormal beings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, i will save the entire turtle population.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These ugly creatures have been taking our eggs, polluting the vast, blue blanket that we live in, and most of all, killing us.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, just a few days ago, my mother was murdered by these 'Humans'. They cut off her limbs, one by one. They sawed off her majestic shell, slowly. Painfully. Pure torture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these while she was still alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was heart wrenching to hear her screams. I am still haunted by her dying voice til this very day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prepare myself for the task ahead. My revenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up upon the shore nearby, i spot many caught turtles, struggling to get back to the ocean. The 'Humans' have tied them with a rope of some kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, i will swim right up to the shore and stop this madness. I will bite the 'Humans', and cut the rope with my pointed mouth. The rest of the turtles will then be freed.&lt;br /&gt;I will save them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reaching the hot, golden sand, i hear a voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Here's another one! Get ready the saw!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, mother.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868361585399151753-7548255004733367562?l=this-scarred-letter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-scarred-letter.blogspot.com/feeds/7548255004733367562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1868361585399151753&amp;postID=7548255004733367562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868361585399151753/posts/default/7548255004733367562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868361585399151753/posts/default/7548255004733367562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-scarred-letter.blogspot.com/2008/11/please-stop.html' title='please stop.'/><author><name>Moosewinchester</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DkbrXrv0dY0/TqBIC8DxXfI/AAAAAAAACyY/yfTvNEXFHY8/s220/KarenGillan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868361585399151753.post-2222088937211261979</id><published>2008-11-26T01:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T01:48:52.514-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A/N</title><content type='html'>hello people!&lt;br /&gt;DID YOU MISS MEE? :D&lt;br /&gt;sorry haven't been posting for soooo long yeahz.&lt;br /&gt;i shall spam this blorg with new poems!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i shall try short stories,&lt;br /&gt;since i really can't find the time and the creativity to rhyme so much.&lt;br /&gt;wheeeeee. :D&lt;br /&gt;good bye!&lt;div 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title='A/N'/><author><name>Moosewinchester</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DkbrXrv0dY0/TqBIC8DxXfI/AAAAAAAACyY/yfTvNEXFHY8/s220/KarenGillan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868361585399151753.post-3502390237112887613</id><published>2008-10-17T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T01:24:14.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dreams</title><content type='html'>a kiss, a hug.&lt;br /&gt;we're so in love&lt;br /&gt;our eyes as bright as&lt;br /&gt;the stars above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your hand so close&lt;br /&gt;and locked in mine&lt;br /&gt;our hearts, they meet&lt;br /&gt;and intertwine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i love you" you say&lt;br /&gt;and i repeat,&lt;br /&gt;burning nerves;&lt;br /&gt;from head to feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i... wait.&lt;br /&gt;what the hell is this?&lt;br /&gt;i jumped up of bed&lt;br /&gt;with a wheeze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wtf. i was dreaming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868361585399151753-3502390237112887613?l=this-scarred-letter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-scarred-letter.blogspot.com/feeds/3502390237112887613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1868361585399151753&amp;postID=3502390237112887613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868361585399151753/posts/default/3502390237112887613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868361585399151753/posts/default/3502390237112887613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-scarred-letter.blogspot.com/2008/10/dreams.html' title='dreams'/><author><name>Moosewinchester</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DkbrXrv0dY0/TqBIC8DxXfI/AAAAAAAACyY/yfTvNEXFHY8/s220/KarenGillan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868361585399151753.post-6165870205507225225</id><published>2008-09-24T01:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T01:16:13.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a sudden rush of remembrance</title><content type='html'>I was in the library,&lt;div&gt;comfortably enjoying the air-con&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;playing with the computer programs,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all seemed quite right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then i walked out of the library for a break,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and remembered i was still in school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was in my school's library.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right after i stepped out,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my mind straight away wondered:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;whether he was still in school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;missing him(?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mind then diverted to the old times&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when the school was in the Arts Festival mood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;those were really the days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I glanced up at the place which i remembered oh so clearly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;where i had so much fun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now nostalgia bites me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the school is suddenly so empty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i hate it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868361585399151753-6165870205507225225?l=this-scarred-letter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-scarred-letter.blogspot.com/feeds/6165870205507225225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1868361585399151753&amp;postID=6165870205507225225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868361585399151753/posts/default/6165870205507225225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868361585399151753/posts/default/6165870205507225225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-scarred-letter.blogspot.com/2008/09/sudden-rush-of-remembrance.html' title='a sudden rush of remembrance'/><author><name>Moosewinchester</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DkbrXrv0dY0/TqBIC8DxXfI/AAAAAAAACyY/yfTvNEXFHY8/s220/KarenGillan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868361585399151753.post-1910286061003159625</id><published>2008-09-04T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T06:15:17.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>trees and bushes</title><content type='html'>"i want to be a tree" said the bush,&lt;br /&gt;as it sat in the corner of the empty garden.&lt;br /&gt;"i want to bear fruit, i want to bloom flowers;&lt;br /&gt;the most beautiful thing on earth."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little bird nearby twittered and said, "you don't have to!"&lt;br /&gt;the bush was confused. "Why not?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You are beautiful enough, for with branches so thick, and patterns so intricate; you have always been the prettiest to me."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868361585399151753-1910286061003159625?l=this-scarred-letter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-scarred-letter.blogspot.com/feeds/1910286061003159625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1868361585399151753&amp;postID=1910286061003159625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868361585399151753/posts/default/1910286061003159625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868361585399151753/posts/default/1910286061003159625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-scarred-letter.blogspot.com/2008/09/trees-and-bushes.html' title='trees and bushes'/><author><name>Moosewinchester</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DkbrXrv0dY0/TqBIC8DxXfI/AAAAAAAACyY/yfTvNEXFHY8/s220/KarenGillan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868361585399151753.post-2119246995384591876</id><published>2008-08-11T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T18:58:41.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Your sky.</title><content type='html'>I cant be who you want me to;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we will be in love,&lt;br /&gt;This feels so wrong but yet so right.&lt;br /&gt;I call your name, do you hear me?&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes are filled with a blazing light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your lips so soft, so kissable&lt;br /&gt;Your tears, they burn, unhealable.&lt;br /&gt;I will be your night, your sky,&lt;br /&gt;So i beg you love, please dont cry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868361585399151753-2119246995384591876?l=this-scarred-letter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-scarred-letter.blogspot.com/feeds/2119246995384591876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1868361585399151753&amp;postID=2119246995384591876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868361585399151753/posts/default/2119246995384591876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868361585399151753/posts/default/2119246995384591876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-scarred-letter.blogspot.com/2008/08/your-sky.html' title='Your sky.'/><author><name>Moosewinchester</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DkbrXrv0dY0/TqBIC8DxXfI/AAAAAAAACyY/yfTvNEXFHY8/s220/KarenGillan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868361585399151753.post-3957214307184453676</id><published>2008-08-06T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T07:18:00.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unlike Any Other</title><content type='html'>It's like learning a guitar;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learnt the chords to the song i've always wanted to play. I've tried to learn the chords for 1 week straight. But my attention span is minimal; I am now tired of the song. I listen to it over and over again, til the melody of the tune actually hurt my ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, what can i do? I've done what i had wanted to a week ago: Learn my A, B, Em and so on. It has all gone to waste. I no longer had any want for the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Searching in my closets, i find a violin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like learning a violin;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This rose,&lt;br /&gt;It is my rose.&lt;br /&gt;my rose.&lt;br /&gt;my plant.&lt;br /&gt;my flower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why does my own rose hurt me so with its dreaded thorns?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, this is not a rose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is simply an illusion of an allamanda and one's much-too-high expectations.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868361585399151753-3957214307184453676?l=this-scarred-letter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-scarred-letter.blogspot.com/feeds/3957214307184453676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1868361585399151753&amp;postID=3957214307184453676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868361585399151753/posts/default/3957214307184453676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868361585399151753/posts/default/3957214307184453676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-scarred-letter.blogspot.com/2008/08/unlike-any-other.html' title='Unlike Any Other'/><author><name>Moosewinchester</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DkbrXrv0dY0/TqBIC8DxXfI/AAAAAAAACyY/yfTvNEXFHY8/s220/KarenGillan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868361585399151753.post-7258371302855582485</id><published>2008-08-06T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T07:02:21.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dreams.</title><content type='html'>I awoke from a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story is yet to unfold.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868361585399151753-7258371302855582485?l=this-scarred-letter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-scarred-letter.blogspot.com/feeds/7258371302855582485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1868361585399151753&amp;postID=7258371302855582485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868361585399151753/posts/default/7258371302855582485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868361585399151753/posts/default/7258371302855582485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-scarred-letter.blogspot.com/2008/08/dreams.html' title='dreams.'/><author><name>Moosewinchester</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DkbrXrv0dY0/TqBIC8DxXfI/AAAAAAAACyY/yfTvNEXFHY8/s220/KarenGillan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868361585399151753.post-1626989797696468003</id><published>2008-08-06T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T07:01:01.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not The Same</title><content type='html'>Free the heart,&lt;br /&gt;Release the autumn leaves;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;From where they fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have withered,&lt;br /&gt;To find that&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;We are born again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This love be not the same?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868361585399151753-1626989797696468003?l=this-scarred-letter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-scarred-letter.blogspot.com/feeds/1626989797696468003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1868361585399151753&amp;postID=1626989797696468003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868361585399151753/posts/default/1626989797696468003'/><link 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pushed me away&lt;br /&gt;again and again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ignore me,&lt;br /&gt;threaten me,&lt;br /&gt;People ask what is it&lt;br /&gt;in you i see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate you&lt;br /&gt;I hate you&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the point of these dreams&lt;br /&gt;when i know they'll never come true?&lt;br /&gt;You'll never be my love&lt;br /&gt;or my baby too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took numbing pills&lt;br /&gt;in large doses&lt;br /&gt;when you left me holding&lt;br /&gt;these 19 roses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868361585399151753-7947247405451598098?l=this-scarred-letter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-scarred-letter.blogspot.com/feeds/7947247405451598098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1868361585399151753&amp;postID=7947247405451598098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868361585399151753/posts/default/7947247405451598098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868361585399151753/posts/default/7947247405451598098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-scarred-letter.blogspot.com/2008/08/19-roses.html' title='19 roses'/><author><name>Moosewinchester</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DkbrXrv0dY0/TqBIC8DxXfI/AAAAAAAACyY/yfTvNEXFHY8/s220/KarenGillan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868361585399151753.post-1499284435358004495</id><published>2008-08-01T05:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T05:19:14.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>seriously.</title><content type='html'>The previous post was the 28th,&lt;br /&gt;The date of Shark's birthday&lt;br /&gt;But it's not like im thinking back&lt;br /&gt;I dont have anything to say;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868361585399151753-1499284435358004495?l=this-scarred-letter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-scarred-letter.blogspot.com/feeds/1499284435358004495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DkbrXrv0dY0/TqBIC8DxXfI/AAAAAAAACyY/yfTvNEXFHY8/s220/KarenGillan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868361585399151753.post-7942578330012888100</id><published>2008-07-23T05:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T06:22:24.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>iloveyou</title><content type='html'>I'll be devastated,&lt;br /&gt;Should anything happen to you.&lt;br /&gt;And i will be upset&lt;br /&gt;If misery gets you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iloveyou;##&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868361585399151753-7942578330012888100?l=this-scarred-letter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-scarred-letter.blogspot.com/feeds/7942578330012888100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1868361585399151753&amp;postID=7942578330012888100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868361585399151753/posts/default/7942578330012888100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868361585399151753/posts/default/7942578330012888100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-scarred-letter.blogspot.com/2008/07/iloveyou.html' title='iloveyou'/><author><name>Moosewinchester</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DkbrXrv0dY0/TqBIC8DxXfI/AAAAAAAACyY/yfTvNEXFHY8/s220/KarenGillan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868361585399151753.post-2799287277055055099</id><published>2008-07-18T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T07:55:17.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too perfect.</title><content type='html'>We sing the same tune to a different song;&lt;br /&gt;In a way, this isn't right.&lt;br /&gt;The million voices screaming in my head,&lt;br /&gt;Every single one yell the same thing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You are too perfect for me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868361585399151753-2799287277055055099?l=this-scarred-letter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-scarred-letter.blogspot.com/feeds/2799287277055055099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1868361585399151753&amp;postID=2799287277055055099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868361585399151753/posts/default/2799287277055055099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868361585399151753/posts/default/2799287277055055099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-scarred-letter.blogspot.com/2008/07/too-perfect.html' title='Too perfect.'/><author><name>Moosewinchester</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DkbrXrv0dY0/TqBIC8DxXfI/AAAAAAAACyY/yfTvNEXFHY8/s220/KarenGillan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868361585399151753.post-6537994493850154717</id><published>2008-07-12T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T07:30:25.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bonds..?</title><content type='html'>My love,&lt;br /&gt;It's just confusion.&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry.&lt;br /&gt;I shall be your illusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime you wave me away,&lt;br /&gt;I felt that i no longer had you;&lt;br /&gt;The chance is fading,&lt;br /&gt;Were you guilty too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lines of doubt&lt;br /&gt;spread across your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Annoyance;&lt;br /&gt;ignorance,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Severe the ties&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868361585399151753-6537994493850154717?l=this-scarred-letter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-scarred-letter.blogspot.com/feeds/6537994493850154717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1868361585399151753&amp;postID=6537994493850154717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868361585399151753/posts/default/6537994493850154717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868361585399151753/posts/default/6537994493850154717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-scarred-letter.blogspot.com/2008/07/bonds.html' title='Bonds..?'/><author><name>Moosewinchester</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DkbrXrv0dY0/TqBIC8DxXfI/AAAAAAAACyY/yfTvNEXFHY8/s220/KarenGillan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868361585399151753.post-5826785108615605889</id><published>2008-07-12T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T07:18:42.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>iThinkiLoveYou.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's only been a day and i already miss you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And i thought that i would never fall for you;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day i would give you a gift&lt;br /&gt;And the note attached would say:&lt;br /&gt;"You were the guy that i had liked&lt;br /&gt;from the beginning of May."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yet, im afraid .&lt;br /&gt;You shocked;&lt;br /&gt;Disgusted.&lt;br /&gt;Me ashamed;&lt;br /&gt;hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, look what you've done.&lt;br /&gt;You've made me fall in love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868361585399151753-5826785108615605889?l=this-scarred-letter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-scarred-letter.blogspot.com/feeds/5826785108615605889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1868361585399151753&amp;postID=5826785108615605889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868361585399151753/posts/default/5826785108615605889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868361585399151753/posts/default/5826785108615605889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-scarred-letter.blogspot.com/2008/07/ithinkiloveyou.html' title='iThinkiLoveYou.'/><author><name>Moosewinchester</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DkbrXrv0dY0/TqBIC8DxXfI/AAAAAAAACyY/yfTvNEXFHY8/s220/KarenGillan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868361585399151753.post-3289675116039095612</id><published>2008-07-12T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T07:04:36.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A/N</title><content type='html'>HTTP://THIS-SCARRED-LETTER.BLOGSPOT.COM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAS STARTED UP AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FORGET THAT THIS BLOG WAS EVER CLOSED.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868361585399151753-3289675116039095612?l=this-scarred-letter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-scarred-letter.blogspot.com/feeds/3289675116039095612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1868361585399151753&amp;postID=3289675116039095612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868361585399151753/posts/default/3289675116039095612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868361585399151753/posts/default/3289675116039095612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-scarred-letter.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title='A/N'/><author><name>Moosewinchester</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DkbrXrv0dY0/TqBIC8DxXfI/AAAAAAAACyY/yfTvNEXFHY8/s220/KarenGillan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868361585399151753.post-2768812535816408874</id><published>2008-07-11T02:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T02:48:42.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IMY</title><content type='html'>Lost from sight; i miss you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868361585399151753-2768812535816408874?l=this-scarred-letter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-scarred-letter.blogspot.com/feeds/2768812535816408874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1868361585399151753&amp;postID=2768812535816408874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868361585399151753/posts/default/2768812535816408874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868361585399151753/posts/default/2768812535816408874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-scarred-letter.blogspot.com/2008/07/imy.html' title='IMY'/><author><name>Moosewinchester</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DkbrXrv0dY0/TqBIC8DxXfI/AAAAAAAACyY/yfTvNEXFHY8/s220/KarenGillan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868361585399151753.post-5520209677299538490</id><published>2008-07-11T02:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T02:12:31.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken Promise</title><content type='html'>i was hoping so much&lt;br /&gt;that i wouldn't post here again&lt;br /&gt;Yet, it looks like i have no more choice&lt;br /&gt;but to still relive my pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I broke my promise to myself,&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe my life's like this;&lt;br /&gt;But i'm just too tired to elaborate further&lt;br /&gt;knowing that its &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; other who i miss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868361585399151753-5520209677299538490?l=this-scarred-letter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-scarred-letter.blogspot.com/feeds/5520209677299538490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1868361585399151753&amp;postID=5520209677299538490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868361585399151753/posts/default/5520209677299538490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868361585399151753/posts/default/5520209677299538490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-scarred-letter.blogspot.com/2008/07/broken-promise.html' title='Broken Promise'/><author><name>Moosewinchester</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DkbrXrv0dY0/TqBIC8DxXfI/AAAAAAAACyY/yfTvNEXFHY8/s220/KarenGillan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868361585399151753.post-3510371768012411055</id><published>2008-06-27T03:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T03:34:34.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last breath</title><content type='html'>This wasn't what im asking for&lt;br /&gt;How can it hurt so much?&lt;br /&gt;Fate has left us here to mourn&lt;br /&gt;with just that single touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally known something that just wasn't right&lt;br /&gt;the day you betrayed my friends&lt;br /&gt;Of all the times i wished for you&lt;br /&gt;To hold these unworthy hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i saw your true colors&lt;br /&gt;They were a mix of black and grey,&lt;br /&gt;like stormy clouds that approached my life&lt;br /&gt;and still are here to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That whole month, my mind was a blur&lt;br /&gt;i really couldn't think straight&lt;br /&gt;First upset and then depressed-&lt;br /&gt;i simply couldn't hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then came along, a sudden realization,&lt;br /&gt;what i wanted all along&lt;br /&gt;I didnt notice him till now&lt;br /&gt;It seems my feelings were wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there's just one gigantic problem:&lt;br /&gt;Which will never be revealed here(:&lt;br /&gt;I'll just close my eyes and keep to myself,&lt;br /&gt;confined by my own tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's set the Shark free on its own&lt;br /&gt;and let the other in,&lt;br /&gt;Shark's grasp on me has withered and died,&lt;br /&gt;Loving him might be a sin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This shall be the last post for now;&lt;br /&gt;cos' this blog is meant to be&lt;br /&gt;for the pain and memories i sown on to it&lt;br /&gt;when love had its curse on me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868361585399151753-3510371768012411055?l=this-scarred-letter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-scarred-letter.blogspot.com/feeds/3510371768012411055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1868361585399151753&amp;postID=3510371768012411055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868361585399151753/posts/default/3510371768012411055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Stop haunting me,being always there&lt;br /&gt;Please get out of my head&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868361585399151753-3123041269399894164?l=this-scarred-letter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-scarred-letter.blogspot.com/feeds/3123041269399894164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1868361585399151753&amp;postID=3123041269399894164' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868361585399151753/posts/default/3123041269399894164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868361585399151753/posts/default/3123041269399894164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-scarred-letter.blogspot.com/2008/05/after-effects-of-relationship.html' title='After Effects of a Relationship'/><author><name>Moosewinchester</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DkbrXrv0dY0/TqBIC8DxXfI/AAAAAAAACyY/yfTvNEXFHY8/s220/KarenGillan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868361585399151753.post-1562003089651799133</id><published>2008-05-26T02:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T03:20:22.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>After Effects of a Break Up</title><content type='html'>Broken up, we're far apart&lt;br /&gt;Our hearts scream in unison&lt;br /&gt;At the brink of insanity,&lt;br /&gt;Our minds cant stand the tension&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost in each other's world&lt;br /&gt;No point of secrecy&lt;br /&gt;At the end,we are found&lt;br /&gt;Begging for sweet mercy&lt;div 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single is the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And soon the next day,&lt;br /&gt;broken hearts fill the scene&lt;br /&gt;Souls wander away&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing what love means&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they don't know anything&lt;br /&gt;how lucky that they are&lt;br /&gt;They had love and a fulfilled heart,&lt;br /&gt;While the road to mine is still quite far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You better cherish him&lt;br /&gt;And never let him go&lt;br /&gt;There are people who're not so lucky&lt;br /&gt;that travel their lives alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, im one of them&lt;br /&gt;Those lost and never found&lt;br /&gt;Those who disappeared away&lt;br /&gt;without a wanted sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So count your stars and keep your lover&lt;br /&gt;No chance to go to waste&lt;br /&gt;While others ponder about this 'love'&lt;br /&gt;which they havent got to taste&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DkbrXrv0dY0/TqBIC8DxXfI/AAAAAAAACyY/yfTvNEXFHY8/s220/KarenGillan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868361585399151753.post-1868870948705687988</id><published>2008-05-24T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T08:22:41.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything that I'm Not</title><content type='html'>The holidays are here,&lt;br /&gt;won't be seeing you soon&lt;br /&gt;I only know that we'll be looking&lt;br /&gt;At the same moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While you're laughing and&lt;br /&gt;enjoying yourself with her,&lt;br /&gt;i'll be sitting at home&lt;br /&gt;and just looking at your picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surely i'm not spending the time&lt;br /&gt;together with you&lt;br /&gt;You will be too busy&lt;br /&gt;doing the things that you should do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like:&lt;br /&gt;taking her for long walks&lt;br /&gt;and going to the movies.&lt;br /&gt;And i'll be busy thinking about&lt;br /&gt;the person that i miss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry i'll be okay&lt;br /&gt;Even if you think im not&lt;br /&gt;It's just that your girl is simply&lt;br /&gt;Everything That I'm Not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, what could have been&lt;br /&gt;Is what will never be.&lt;br /&gt;We had the chance, now it's lost,&lt;br /&gt;We're broken, can't you see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lame may walk,&lt;br /&gt;The dumb may speak,&lt;br /&gt;But our souls will never be connected&lt;br /&gt;When it's love that we seek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to say you're sorry&lt;br /&gt;Or even complain to her&lt;br /&gt;My broken heart will never be the same&lt;br /&gt;It will stay wounded forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868361585399151753-1868870948705687988?l=this-scarred-letter.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DkbrXrv0dY0/TqBIC8DxXfI/AAAAAAAACyY/yfTvNEXFHY8/s220/KarenGillan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868361585399151753.post-4915765792851827572</id><published>2008-05-16T01:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T02:11:40.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confusion</title><content type='html'>What are you doing to me?&lt;br /&gt;Still stuck in my head&lt;br /&gt;Why am i stressed so much&lt;br /&gt;When i know that you're not my fate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm walking down the wrong path&lt;br /&gt;With despair as company&lt;br /&gt;My life is stained throughout with&lt;br /&gt;The darkened symphony&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting for the day&lt;br /&gt;that will never come true&lt;br /&gt;The day that i will be united&lt;br /&gt;together with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then instead, my mind's a mess&lt;br /&gt;i really can't seem to think straight&lt;br /&gt;Just confused with what i feel;&lt;br /&gt;is this Love or is this Hate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No inspiration for my work,&lt;br /&gt;i can't concentrate at all&lt;br /&gt;My teachers scold me every time,&lt;br /&gt;Kicking me when i fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may not know it but&lt;br /&gt;you are the cause of this confusion&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts of you disrupt my work&lt;br /&gt;You are my delusion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not just a poem,&lt;br /&gt;this is how i feel&lt;br /&gt;Don't blink in disbelief,&lt;br /&gt;You know my pain is real.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868361585399151753-4915765792851827572?l=this-scarred-letter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-scarred-letter.blogspot.com/feeds/4915765792851827572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DkbrXrv0dY0/TqBIC8DxXfI/AAAAAAAACyY/yfTvNEXFHY8/s220/KarenGillan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868361585399151753.post-8915538047533832796</id><published>2008-05-12T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T07:26:39.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Darkness</title><content type='html'>With broken wings&lt;br /&gt;i guide the souls&lt;br /&gt;the spirits sing&lt;br /&gt;of their unwanted roles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This neglected cut&lt;br /&gt;becomes and abrasion&lt;br /&gt;compared to the heart,&lt;br /&gt;it does the invasion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our bleeding lives&lt;br /&gt;we are the outcasts&lt;br /&gt;as death arrives&lt;br /&gt;our crazed mind rusts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The darkened shadows&lt;br /&gt;steal our space&lt;br /&gt;with feelings so shallow;&lt;br /&gt;their hollowed face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These chains, they bind&lt;br /&gt;forgotten memories&lt;br /&gt;leave them behind&lt;br /&gt;ignore the injuries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to forget&lt;br /&gt;the hardened past&lt;br /&gt;the misery shared&lt;br /&gt;who'd knew it last?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With stinging tears&lt;br /&gt;and grieving shudders&lt;br /&gt;we relive our fears&lt;br /&gt;trapped in the gutters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When mercy comes&lt;br /&gt;and washes our sins&lt;br /&gt;it screams the psalms&lt;br /&gt;with demonic hints&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold my hand,&lt;br /&gt;believe in me&lt;br /&gt;with you i'll stand&lt;br /&gt;Now that we're free.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868361585399151753-8915538047533832796?l=this-scarred-letter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-scarred-letter.blogspot.com/feeds/8915538047533832796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DkbrXrv0dY0/TqBIC8DxXfI/AAAAAAAACyY/yfTvNEXFHY8/s220/KarenGillan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868361585399151753.post-3002327643281284673</id><published>2008-05-09T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T23:17:00.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Death is an Option</title><content type='html'>Death is merely&lt;br /&gt;just an option&lt;br /&gt;Life is a moment&lt;br /&gt;When we must learn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that love is only&lt;br /&gt;a selfish word&lt;br /&gt;that gives us pleasure&lt;br /&gt;yet it hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pair of scissors;&lt;br /&gt;break the bonds,&lt;br /&gt;Freeze the fire and&lt;br /&gt;Destroy the thorns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long month,&lt;br /&gt;Your heart is weighed&lt;br /&gt;you cant tell the difference&lt;br /&gt;between love and hate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This crown of misery&lt;br /&gt;bestowed onto you&lt;br /&gt;The sweeping shadows&lt;br /&gt;made as your hue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curse that blesses,&lt;br /&gt;but grants suffering&lt;br /&gt;Hear these shallow whispers&lt;br /&gt;of that i sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death is merely&lt;br /&gt;just an option,&lt;br /&gt;Life is a moment&lt;br /&gt;When we must learn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868361585399151753-3002327643281284673?l=this-scarred-letter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-scarred-letter.blogspot.com/feeds/3002327643281284673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1868361585399151753&amp;postID=3002327643281284673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868361585399151753/posts/default/3002327643281284673'/><link 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him&lt;br /&gt;away from me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868361585399151753-3308641736691574338?l=this-scarred-letter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-scarred-letter.blogspot.com/feeds/3308641736691574338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1868361585399151753&amp;postID=3308641736691574338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868361585399151753/posts/default/3308641736691574338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868361585399151753/posts/default/3308641736691574338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-scarred-letter.blogspot.com/2008/05/begged.html' title='Begged'/><author><name>Moosewinchester</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DkbrXrv0dY0/TqBIC8DxXfI/AAAAAAAACyY/yfTvNEXFHY8/s220/KarenGillan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868361585399151753.post-8401285650960158495</id><published>2008-05-08T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T07:03:06.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alone</title><content type='html'>Sitting in your corner,&lt;br /&gt;one is friend deprived,&lt;br /&gt;Ravens screech a loner's song&lt;br /&gt;To touch your pointless life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people pass,&lt;br /&gt;Ignorance raised,&lt;br /&gt;You turned to them&lt;br /&gt;with a posioned gaze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason she gave&lt;br /&gt;was not enough;&lt;br /&gt;You wanted love,&lt;br /&gt;not feelings so rough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staring out the window,&lt;br /&gt;one has abandoned care,&lt;br /&gt;raindrops whip onto the glass&lt;br /&gt;as i watch my heart strings tear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flowers wither,&lt;br /&gt;petals half dead,&lt;br /&gt;Gloom reaches me&lt;br /&gt;with unbinding hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no reason,&lt;br /&gt;for me to feel life&lt;br /&gt;Just wasting my time staring&lt;br /&gt;at that murderous knife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two people in this world,&lt;br /&gt;lost without a name&lt;br /&gt;Think real hard and then you'll know&lt;br /&gt;that we are just the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though we're broken,&lt;br /&gt;our lives a different tone,&lt;br /&gt;I'll let you know baby,&lt;br /&gt;that you are not alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your feelings' a mess&lt;br /&gt;your hopes are shot down too.&lt;br /&gt;But just remember me&lt;br /&gt;Baby, i'm with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868361585399151753-8401285650960158495?l=this-scarred-letter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-scarred-letter.blogspot.com/feeds/8401285650960158495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1868361585399151753&amp;postID=8401285650960158495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868361585399151753/posts/default/8401285650960158495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868361585399151753/posts/default/8401285650960158495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-scarred-letter.blogspot.com/2008/05/alone.html' title='Alone'/><author><name>Moosewinchester</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DkbrXrv0dY0/TqBIC8DxXfI/AAAAAAAACyY/yfTvNEXFHY8/s220/KarenGillan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868361585399151753.post-3234145646401349568</id><published>2008-05-07T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T07:06:16.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6th May</title><content type='html'>Sat with you in the bus today,&lt;br /&gt;just wanted to talk to you&lt;br /&gt;And when we saw each other, i thought&lt;br /&gt;that you had wanted to chat too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when i came, friend alongside,&lt;br /&gt;You took the chance to say:&lt;br /&gt;"I'm going out, it's getting boring":&lt;br /&gt;That sentence ruined my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming home from school that night,&lt;br /&gt;i saw your name in my MSN list&lt;br /&gt;Then a quote, message of the day,&lt;br /&gt;It really made me pissed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"the sixth of may is the day,&lt;br /&gt;the day i found my love"&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations on finding her&lt;br /&gt;and tearing my heart's weakened nerves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to find a way&lt;br /&gt;To forget your recurring face&lt;br /&gt;But still, your voice, its haunting me&lt;br /&gt;like the ghosts of the darkened lace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This lace, it binds me,&lt;br /&gt;with heart wrenching pain,&lt;br /&gt;Wont you please, take them away&lt;br /&gt;remove these dreaded chains?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868361585399151753-3234145646401349568?l=this-scarred-letter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-scarred-letter.blogspot.com/feeds/3234145646401349568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1868361585399151753&amp;postID=3234145646401349568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868361585399151753/posts/default/3234145646401349568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868361585399151753/posts/default/3234145646401349568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-scarred-letter.blogspot.com/2008/05/6th-may.html' title='6th May'/><author><name>Moosewinchester</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DkbrXrv0dY0/TqBIC8DxXfI/AAAAAAAACyY/yfTvNEXFHY8/s220/KarenGillan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868361585399151753.post-934871309919746811</id><published>2008-05-04T01:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T06:22:29.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lonely</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling lonely&lt;br /&gt;No one to be with&lt;br /&gt;Even you are not here&lt;br /&gt;No reason to live;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends, they desert me&lt;br /&gt;to pursue their hopeless dreams&lt;br /&gt;And find their desired loved ones&lt;br /&gt;that match their every whim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868361585399151753-934871309919746811?l=this-scarred-letter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DkbrXrv0dY0/TqBIC8DxXfI/AAAAAAAACyY/yfTvNEXFHY8/s220/KarenGillan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868361585399151753.post-867354563529963615</id><published>2008-05-03T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T01:29:30.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A/N</title><content type='html'>i have no inspiration to write now. =\&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868361585399151753-867354563529963615?l=this-scarred-letter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-scarred-letter.blogspot.com/feeds/867354563529963615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1868361585399151753&amp;postID=867354563529963615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868361585399151753/posts/default/867354563529963615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868361585399151753/posts/default/867354563529963615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-scarred-letter.blogspot.com/2008/05/xddd.html' title='A/N'/><author><name>Moosewinchester</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DkbrXrv0dY0/TqBIC8DxXfI/AAAAAAAACyY/yfTvNEXFHY8/s220/KarenGillan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868361585399151753.post-3275707548685722742</id><published>2008-05-03T04:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T06:13:41.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There no more;</title><content type='html'>Hey love, i think im bleeding&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling numb now,&lt;br /&gt;Can't hear my breathing&lt;br /&gt;See you kneeling beside me&lt;br /&gt;Shedding guilty tears&lt;br /&gt;My vision's in darkness,&lt;br /&gt;Embracing my darkest fears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though i said&lt;br /&gt;that i lived only for you,&lt;br /&gt;You still took my heart&lt;br /&gt;And then what did you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You broke the fragile thing,&lt;br /&gt;Shattered hopes and forgotten dreams&lt;br /&gt;Vanishing before my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I guess your love isn't what it seems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't love you anymore"&lt;br /&gt;Was that what you said?&lt;br /&gt;Well, let me ask one thing of you&lt;br /&gt;Before these feelings fade:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without your love,&lt;br /&gt;i won't cry;&lt;br /&gt;Without your love,&lt;br /&gt;i would DIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, guess what?&lt;br /&gt;i'm halfway there.&lt;br /&gt;These wounds can't heal,&lt;br /&gt;though i doubt you'll even care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long, love,&lt;br /&gt;Good luck with that whore.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry dear but,&lt;br /&gt;I won't be there anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868361585399151753-3275707548685722742?l=this-scarred-letter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-scarred-letter.blogspot.com/feeds/3275707548685722742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1868361585399151753&amp;postID=3275707548685722742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868361585399151753/posts/default/3275707548685722742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868361585399151753/posts/default/3275707548685722742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-scarred-letter.blogspot.com/2008/05/there-no-more.html' title='There no more;'/><author><name>Moosewinchester</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DkbrXrv0dY0/TqBIC8DxXfI/AAAAAAAACyY/yfTvNEXFHY8/s220/KarenGillan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868361585399151753.post-5409649847797885951</id><published>2008-05-03T02:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T02:29:02.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear love;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry i'm not going&lt;br /&gt;to see you off later today&lt;br /&gt;i'm walking home alone,&lt;br /&gt;not going to watch you play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just need some time&lt;br /&gt;to be with myself,&lt;br /&gt;just need to think things over, like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You and that Someone else&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder why my heart&lt;br /&gt;is aching because of this.&lt;br /&gt;Why my plastered wounds&lt;br /&gt;are rubbed with this salted kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i heard the dreaded news,&lt;br /&gt;my paperheart ripped in two&lt;br /&gt;How could you do this to it&lt;br /&gt;when it only beat for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry that i thought&lt;br /&gt;i even had a chance,&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry that i fell in love&lt;br /&gt;without the simplest sense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave you everything,&lt;br /&gt;You were my life&lt;br /&gt;But now that you've gone,&lt;br /&gt;The joy is yet to arrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago,&lt;br /&gt;i grasped that sharp blade&lt;br /&gt;And saw on my wrist&lt;br /&gt;The carvings that it made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those lines reminded me&lt;br /&gt;about the heartache that you gave,&lt;br /&gt;about the tears that i shed&lt;br /&gt;When i remembered your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just bleeding my sorrows&lt;br /&gt;onto this scarred letter,&lt;br /&gt;Just trying to let you know&lt;br /&gt;The memories are here forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JUST SAYING&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still waiting for that someone&lt;br /&gt;to free me from this pain&lt;br /&gt;Sorry love, it won't be you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not ever again&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;-XOXO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868361585399151753-5409649847797885951?l=this-scarred-letter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-scarred-letter.blogspot.com/feeds/5409649847797885951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1868361585399151753&amp;postID=5409649847797885951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868361585399151753/posts/default/5409649847797885951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868361585399151753/posts/default/5409649847797885951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-scarred-letter.blogspot.com/2008/05/dear-love.html' title='Dear love.'/><author><name>Moosewinchester</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DkbrXrv0dY0/TqBIC8DxXfI/AAAAAAAACyY/yfTvNEXFHY8/s220/KarenGillan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868361585399151753.post-7378323784753364086</id><published>2008-05-03T02:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T02:10:14.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A/N</title><content type='html'>hey readers.&lt;br /&gt;Been getting abit &lt;i&gt;depressed&lt;/i&gt; lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next poem will be about this&lt;br /&gt;REALLY sad thing in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you like my previous ones though (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a super nice day loves. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868361585399151753-7378323784753364086?l=this-scarred-letter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-scarred-letter.blogspot.com/feeds/7378323784753364086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1868361585399151753&amp;postID=7378323784753364086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868361585399151753/posts/default/7378323784753364086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868361585399151753/posts/default/7378323784753364086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-scarred-letter.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html' title='A/N'/><author><name>Moosewinchester</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DkbrXrv0dY0/TqBIC8DxXfI/AAAAAAAACyY/yfTvNEXFHY8/s220/KarenGillan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868361585399151753.post-2964248999394185646</id><published>2008-05-03T01:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T02:07:54.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cemetry Of The Damned</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;I walk this path&lt;br /&gt;of forgotten souls,&lt;br /&gt;to chase the devil's cat;&lt;br /&gt;my heart it stole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I run this road&lt;br /&gt;of broken lies,&lt;br /&gt;to visit the ghosts&lt;br /&gt;and hear their cries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swam through the darkness&lt;br /&gt;where your body laid,&lt;br /&gt;and dug out your grave,&lt;br /&gt;with flesh decayed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DkbrXrv0dY0/TqBIC8DxXfI/AAAAAAAACyY/yfTvNEXFHY8/s220/KarenGillan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868361585399151753.post-3412626318227070780</id><published>2008-05-03T01:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T01:54:22.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emily Stamp.</title><content type='html'>One step forward,&lt;br /&gt;See her weep!&lt;br /&gt;See the chains hanging from her hip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two steps forward,&lt;br /&gt;See her tears pour!&lt;br /&gt;As she stumbles cross the dirty floor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another step forward,&lt;br /&gt;See her cry!&lt;br /&gt;When she know's she's going to die!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stops, she hesitates,&lt;br /&gt;She glances at the noose.&lt;br /&gt;The crowd goes wild,&lt;br /&gt;"There's not a moment to lose!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A final step forward,&lt;br /&gt;She prays to God&lt;br /&gt;to grant her paradise&lt;br /&gt;after the battle she fought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She puts her head&lt;br /&gt;through the loop and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;BAM&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;we have witnessed the death&lt;br /&gt;of Emily Stamp.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868361585399151753-3412626318227070780?l=this-scarred-letter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-scarred-letter.blogspot.com/feeds/3412626318227070780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1868361585399151753&amp;postID=3412626318227070780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868361585399151753/posts/default/3412626318227070780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868361585399151753/posts/default/3412626318227070780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-scarred-letter.blogspot.com/2008/05/emily-stamp.html' title='Emily Stamp.'/><author><name>Moosewinchester</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DkbrXrv0dY0/TqBIC8DxXfI/AAAAAAAACyY/yfTvNEXFHY8/s220/KarenGillan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868361585399151753.post-910334824100667878</id><published>2008-05-03T01:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T01:46:37.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marriage Vow;</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I SWEAR&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;i will love you till the end of my days,&lt;br /&gt;i will need you like i need to breathe,&lt;br /&gt;you'll always have me, i'll never stray,&lt;br /&gt;This bond between us will never fray.&lt;br /&gt;My heart will beat only for you&lt;br /&gt;With this vow, i will stay true.&lt;br /&gt;But if i should ever break this "curse",&lt;br /&gt;Please do the steps on the following verse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love another,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rip out my heart&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Checking out another,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gorge my eyes out&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Kiss another,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tear apart my lips&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Till i treat that other&lt;br /&gt;like a passing ship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the promise i must keep,&lt;br /&gt;Now the tea from this dreaded cup i sip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868361585399151753-910334824100667878?l=this-scarred-letter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-scarred-letter.blogspot.com/feeds/910334824100667878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1868361585399151753&amp;postID=910334824100667878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868361585399151753/posts/default/910334824100667878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868361585399151753/posts/default/910334824100667878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-scarred-letter.blogspot.com/2008/05/marriage-vow.html' title='Marriage Vow;'/><author><name>Moosewinchester</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DkbrXrv0dY0/TqBIC8DxXfI/AAAAAAAACyY/yfTvNEXFHY8/s220/KarenGillan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868361585399151753.post-1012087715127227815</id><published>2008-05-03T01:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T01:40:01.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Gift For You;</title><content type='html'>Your eyes, they twinkle,&lt;br /&gt;the darkest star&lt;br /&gt;Your hair, it sways&lt;br /&gt;like unwounding tar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til the time of that fateful hour,&lt;br /&gt;the residue of your blood remain&lt;br /&gt;A rose; it's thorns, a withered flower&lt;br /&gt;Will we ever be saved again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give you my lungs,&lt;br /&gt;so you can breathe&lt;br /&gt;I give you my soul,&lt;br /&gt;So you can live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give you my heart,&lt;br /&gt;So that you can love too,&lt;br /&gt;Now can't you see&lt;br /&gt;what i'm doing for you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868361585399151753-1012087715127227815?l=this-scarred-letter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-scarred-letter.blogspot.com/feeds/1012087715127227815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1868361585399151753&amp;postID=1012087715127227815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868361585399151753/posts/default/1012087715127227815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868361585399151753/posts/default/1012087715127227815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-scarred-letter.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-gift-for-you.html' title='My Gift For You;'/><author><name>Moosewinchester</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DkbrXrv0dY0/TqBIC8DxXfI/AAAAAAAACyY/yfTvNEXFHY8/s220/KarenGillan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868361585399151753.post-7246827020726101020</id><published>2008-05-03T01:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T01:02:09.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey loves,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog is just to post my poems.&lt;br /&gt;Im just an amateur (;&lt;br /&gt;No criticism please,&lt;br /&gt;i'm just doing this for the sake of my feelings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868361585399151753-7246827020726101020?l=this-scarred-letter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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