<?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-29965750</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:24:31.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lil'ting Violet's Verse</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilting-violets-verse.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29965750/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilting-violets-verse.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>lil'ting violet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11556847521895957486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29965750.post-115084354748439403</id><published>2006-06-20T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T06:09:07.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;My Daze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102)"&gt;Days slip into days, like sand through splayed fingers.&lt;br /&gt;Occasionally I'll grasp one and cling to it, desperately&lt;br /&gt;determined to make this one count amidst a sea of countless others -&lt;br /&gt;The Meaningless Days; The Absent Days; The Hurry-The -Tick-Tock-Clocking Days.&lt;br /&gt;The I-Don't-Wanna-Bother Days.&lt;br /&gt;The Waiting-For-Sunset Days.&lt;br /&gt;The days when my head roars with the Nay-Sayer voice.&lt;br /&gt;The voice that paralyses me with her lying truths that&lt;br /&gt;I can't.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not good enough.&lt;br /&gt;I'll fail if I try.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a failure for not trying.&lt;br /&gt;She says:&lt;br /&gt;"No one likes you anyway&lt;br /&gt;Why would they?&lt;br /&gt;Look at you."&lt;br /&gt;Insidious Voice of Slander, slaughtering Myself Esteem as if I'm a lamb,&lt;br /&gt;Sacrificed for my Greater Bad.&lt;br /&gt;Mummified, I lie in my tomb,&lt;br /&gt;-A double ensemble, 6 feet under the quilt-&lt;br /&gt;Mourning my own loss with lamentations of&lt;br /&gt;"What a shame!"&lt;br /&gt;"Such a waste!"&lt;br /&gt;"And she had such potential, too!"&lt;br /&gt;Such are my sandy-slip-sliding days&lt;br /&gt;that end a week in a wink&lt;br /&gt;A month in a commercial break.&lt;br /&gt;With a black box my only insight to the outside;&lt;br /&gt;my compassionate companion&lt;br /&gt;The only one who likes this Hollow Me, cause&lt;br /&gt;I never interrupt it's constant stream of inanities with my own ego (it's left me)&lt;br /&gt;I am a Hostaged Audience.&lt;br /&gt;Ironically,&lt;br /&gt;The Perfect Friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153)"&gt;But&lt;br /&gt;Some days the voice is mute, or I am deaf.&lt;br /&gt;Some days she forgets to talk Myself Esteem to death.&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are those tangible days, that fall into my outstreched hands like rocks, and I clutch them, greedily.&lt;br /&gt;My Sun-Shining, Spring-Stepped, Light-As-Fairy-Floss filled days&lt;br /&gt;Days of Possibilities&lt;br /&gt;Of Technicolour Animation, Live Action and Laughter.&lt;br /&gt;Her roaring silenced, My head is quiet, serene.&lt;br /&gt;Ripe for re-discovering.&lt;br /&gt;These days I fall in love with me.&lt;br /&gt;My Feedom Days&lt;br /&gt;My Seeing-Through-The-Fog filled days.&lt;br /&gt;My Living-My-Potential days.&lt;br /&gt;I photograph these days.&lt;br /&gt;I lock them into memories in an album in my mind&lt;br /&gt;in hope that when the days speed up and start to slip-slide like sand,&lt;br /&gt;these memories of a Better Me&lt;br /&gt;may be enough&lt;br /&gt;to shut out the Voice of Unreason&lt;br /&gt;And give me the courage to&lt;br /&gt;disbelieve&lt;br /&gt;her lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102)"&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/29965750-115084354748439403?l=lilting-violets-verse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilting-violets-verse.blogspot.com/feeds/115084354748439403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29965750&amp;postID=115084354748439403' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29965750/posts/default/115084354748439403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29965750/posts/default/115084354748439403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilting-violets-verse.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-daze-days-slip-into-days-like-sand.html' title=''/><author><name>lil'ting violet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11556847521895957486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
