<?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-1907025112157525372</id><updated>2012-01-17T10:56:24.674-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My own personal Brand of Cocaine</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://himattg.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907025112157525372/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://himattg.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08055128184755624767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_F0jLcLuGv0/TxTZIUG5YdI/AAAAAAAAABo/c0NiD7VnlRs/s220/402318_10150663051529251_607459250_12229819_231498816_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1907025112157525372.post-2732246584342747228</id><published>2012-01-15T23:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T18:18:05.552-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pass me by</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wait on you hand and feet, would walk a mile to just give you one treat. My amazing love is more than you would ever know. I would do anything for you but you would never show. The love and attention that I deserve. So cold hearted and dead on the street. My love that is shown can never compete. I try my hardest to show you love but all you do is simply pass me by...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1907025112157525372-2732246584342747228?l=himattg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://himattg.blogspot.com/feeds/2732246584342747228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1907025112157525372&amp;postID=2732246584342747228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907025112157525372/posts/default/2732246584342747228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907025112157525372/posts/default/2732246584342747228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://himattg.blogspot.com/2012/01/pass-me-by.html' title='Pass me by'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08055128184755624767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_F0jLcLuGv0/TxTZIUG5YdI/AAAAAAAAABo/c0NiD7VnlRs/s220/402318_10150663051529251_607459250_12229819_231498816_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1907025112157525372.post-2530286867906191708</id><published>2011-12-21T00:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T00:33:20.354-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Desire...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I miss you more than words can express, my life is better with you on a tiny black dress. Your smile and your laugh makes my heart melt, with your hand in mine there nothing more than I require. The uncertainty of our love makes me want it more, with a leap of faith ill jump through that door. With it wide open for the future to happen,a life with you is what I desire. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1907025112157525372-2530286867906191708?l=himattg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://himattg.blogspot.com/feeds/2530286867906191708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1907025112157525372&amp;postID=2530286867906191708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907025112157525372/posts/default/2530286867906191708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907025112157525372/posts/default/2530286867906191708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://himattg.blogspot.com/2011/12/desire.html' title='Desire...'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08055128184755624767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_F0jLcLuGv0/TxTZIUG5YdI/AAAAAAAAABo/c0NiD7VnlRs/s220/402318_10150663051529251_607459250_12229819_231498816_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1907025112157525372.post-4442135211649357941</id><published>2010-09-29T01:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T01:50:38.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>unlocked...</title><content type='html'>the strange ways that you speak...the unlikeliness of or speech...many different ways i never thought that our love would never be...just a hope and a dream of mine till the end of time...so much can be described as safety or fear...not wanting hurt or pain but exceepting less for what i was worth...till now i would have never thought that your heart would be held in my hand...but i cant imagine letting you, for my heart is forver in yours...you have unlocked the deepest feeling of love imaginable..my only dream the fate of my heart...youre never wrong and im never right...your're always loving and im always accepting...i cant wait to see the life we have never looking back at out mistakes...just forward to the future of us...you are my dream girl no more will i lay awake and cry..because of you i have found the love of my life...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1907025112157525372-4442135211649357941?l=himattg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://himattg.blogspot.com/feeds/4442135211649357941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1907025112157525372&amp;postID=4442135211649357941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907025112157525372/posts/default/4442135211649357941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907025112157525372/posts/default/4442135211649357941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://himattg.blogspot.com/2010/09/unlocked.html' title='unlocked...'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08055128184755624767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_F0jLcLuGv0/TxTZIUG5YdI/AAAAAAAAABo/c0NiD7VnlRs/s220/402318_10150663051529251_607459250_12229819_231498816_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1907025112157525372.post-4213964005457101534</id><published>2010-06-11T03:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T03:20:42.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>something</title><content type='html'>i cant understaqnd why i dont just tell you how i feel, is it the fear of rejection or the fear unknown, the troubles that may follow, or the seeds that have to be sewn.  I cant tell weather or not this is something i truly desire, or is it just something that my heart wants to aquire.  but to hold your hand and look deep into your eyes, to kiss your lips and feel every sigh...something about that feeling is so needed right now, like a shooting star, or rain kissed leave, like a the wind on my face or the rustiling of the trees, i cant explain what i feel as i type, but there is something about you that i want apart of my life...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1907025112157525372-4213964005457101534?l=himattg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://himattg.blogspot.com/feeds/4213964005457101534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1907025112157525372&amp;postID=4213964005457101534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907025112157525372/posts/default/4213964005457101534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907025112157525372/posts/default/4213964005457101534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://himattg.blogspot.com/2010/06/somethikng.html' title='something'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08055128184755624767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_F0jLcLuGv0/TxTZIUG5YdI/AAAAAAAAABo/c0NiD7VnlRs/s220/402318_10150663051529251_607459250_12229819_231498816_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1907025112157525372.post-5164467368922208557</id><published>2010-06-11T03:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T03:11:41.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YOU</title><content type='html'>maybe life is just one big game, but ill never know, youre the one i want more then a millions dollars or a thousand years of unknown....the beauty you posses and the charm in your smile, your cute little laugh just drives me wild...i cant get you out of my head, but i dont know if this love is true, can i please have a sign, because girl im so in love with you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1907025112157525372-5164467368922208557?l=himattg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://himattg.blogspot.com/feeds/5164467368922208557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1907025112157525372&amp;postID=5164467368922208557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907025112157525372/posts/default/5164467368922208557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907025112157525372/posts/default/5164467368922208557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://himattg.blogspot.com/2010/06/you.html' title='YOU'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08055128184755624767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_F0jLcLuGv0/TxTZIUG5YdI/AAAAAAAAABo/c0NiD7VnlRs/s220/402318_10150663051529251_607459250_12229819_231498816_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1907025112157525372.post-6642536052175051970</id><published>2010-05-08T01:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T01:32:13.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'>goodbye</title><content type='html'>for the life of me i never thought things would end up this way, no hellos or goodbyes, just akward glances when you look my way, the ending was rough and our love was brief....but i cant get you out of my mind, like a turkey club on wheat...the way you kiss and you lips so sweet, the way we touch and signals so discreet, your laugh that chuckles and hands that warm, you breathe so softly  when my body touches yours, i miss those things but non more then this, i miss the way you would say i love you with every kiss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1907025112157525372-6642536052175051970?l=himattg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://himattg.blogspot.com/feeds/6642536052175051970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1907025112157525372&amp;postID=6642536052175051970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907025112157525372/posts/default/6642536052175051970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907025112157525372/posts/default/6642536052175051970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://himattg.blogspot.com/2010/05/goodbye.html' title='goodbye'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08055128184755624767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_F0jLcLuGv0/TxTZIUG5YdI/AAAAAAAAABo/c0NiD7VnlRs/s220/402318_10150663051529251_607459250_12229819_231498816_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1907025112157525372.post-775592909062741124</id><published>2010-01-06T23:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T23:48:05.731-08:00</updated><title type='text'>new start</title><content type='html'>happines comes from me and not you...thank you for your company but i need something new...ur words r sweet and kisses deep...but with out ur love this feels a little incomplete...so ill move on to something bigger and better...please dont hate and become awful bitter...ur wonderful and smart and oh so sweet...but i dont want to wait around for u to cheat...so im leaving you for now and taking my heart...for now im looking for a fresh new start...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1907025112157525372-775592909062741124?l=himattg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://himattg.blogspot.com/feeds/775592909062741124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1907025112157525372&amp;postID=775592909062741124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907025112157525372/posts/default/775592909062741124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907025112157525372/posts/default/775592909062741124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://himattg.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-start.html' title='new start'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08055128184755624767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_F0jLcLuGv0/TxTZIUG5YdI/AAAAAAAAABo/c0NiD7VnlRs/s220/402318_10150663051529251_607459250_12229819_231498816_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1907025112157525372.post-3490017495528777454</id><published>2009-12-13T00:25:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T00:26:19.954-08:00</updated><title type='text'>our love</title><content type='html'>The way you walk the way you talk...makes my heart skip a beat...one kiss from you sweeps me off my feet...i never knew what many things we can share..just simple conversation and laughter lift me up in the air....among the clouds where your hands meet mine, where we can sit and kiss until our stars align...your fiery hair and you soft sweet lips...those big brown eyes makes me constantly slip...i cant grasps what is to come...but im happy youre here with me...cause without my life is grey...when i see you walking to my car...my heart skips a beat and i wish we were away very far...to look up into the sky and hold each other for hours...never forgetting what makes our love ours...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1907025112157525372-3490017495528777454?l=himattg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://himattg.blogspot.com/feeds/3490017495528777454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1907025112157525372&amp;postID=3490017495528777454' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907025112157525372/posts/default/3490017495528777454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907025112157525372/posts/default/3490017495528777454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://himattg.blogspot.com/2009/12/our-love.html' title='our love'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08055128184755624767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_F0jLcLuGv0/TxTZIUG5YdI/AAAAAAAAABo/c0NiD7VnlRs/s220/402318_10150663051529251_607459250_12229819_231498816_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1907025112157525372.post-5988423994758643727</id><published>2009-12-13T00:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T00:50:16.971-08:00</updated><title type='text'>stay</title><content type='html'>Baby i miss you so much it hurts inside, i stand here to wait for you to be at my side, i wonder of all the things that life has in store, the life I've always dreamed of is right behind that door...a life of happiness where all is right, no more hard times and no more fights, I've longed for someone like you...but now you're in my Arms and have know idea what to do, my hearts in my throat and my stomachs in knots...my palms are sweaty but my life is on top...because i have you here to calm me down...one simple crazy and my heart rate Slows down...a look into your eyes and what i see is true...and beautiful angel with a heart so true...your calming nature is something i can contain but i want more of it...please oh please wont you stay...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1907025112157525372-5988423994758643727?l=himattg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://himattg.blogspot.com/feeds/5988423994758643727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1907025112157525372&amp;postID=5988423994758643727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907025112157525372/posts/default/5988423994758643727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907025112157525372/posts/default/5988423994758643727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://himattg.blogspot.com/2009/12/stay.html' title='stay'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08055128184755624767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_F0jLcLuGv0/TxTZIUG5YdI/AAAAAAAAABo/c0NiD7VnlRs/s220/402318_10150663051529251_607459250_12229819_231498816_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1907025112157525372.post-449087025164234426</id><published>2009-12-11T13:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T13:18:12.887-08:00</updated><title type='text'>step one</title><content type='html'>long stemmed, and beautifully shaped...an hourglass doesnt compare to your shape, with no willingness to change the days and time, we forever remain as two souls lost in a line, waiting for the end of our tragic story, trust me at the end they'll be no morning glory, or magical days of love filled memories, just athe anger we felt when our live fell outta of semetry...i will never wait for you and i to be one, just forget we ever started and go back to step one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1907025112157525372-449087025164234426?l=himattg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://himattg.blogspot.com/feeds/449087025164234426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1907025112157525372&amp;postID=449087025164234426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907025112157525372/posts/default/449087025164234426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907025112157525372/posts/default/449087025164234426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://himattg.blogspot.com/2009/12/step-one.html' title='step one'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08055128184755624767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_F0jLcLuGv0/TxTZIUG5YdI/AAAAAAAAABo/c0NiD7VnlRs/s220/402318_10150663051529251_607459250_12229819_231498816_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1907025112157525372.post-7957380291050196361</id><published>2009-11-25T02:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T02:47:17.999-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LifeTime</title><content type='html'>How do I know I love you…what makes love come true…is it the times we share…or the nervous pounding of my heart…or is it the longing pain I have when we are apart…telling love from lust is lifes what test of the trueness of your soul…to figure out the true person you wish to hold…in your arms till the end of time…with no worries of others or bull shit lies…when I hold your hand in mine…time stops and all I want becomes real…with no painful trying or cheesy pick up lines…a truth about each other we didn't expect to find, but happiness reigns for now and hopefully for the rest of our lifetime…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1907025112157525372-7957380291050196361?l=himattg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://himattg.blogspot.com/feeds/7957380291050196361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1907025112157525372&amp;postID=7957380291050196361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907025112157525372/posts/default/7957380291050196361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907025112157525372/posts/default/7957380291050196361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://himattg.blogspot.com/2009/11/lifetime.html' title='LifeTime'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08055128184755624767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_F0jLcLuGv0/TxTZIUG5YdI/AAAAAAAAABo/c0NiD7VnlRs/s220/402318_10150663051529251_607459250_12229819_231498816_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1907025112157525372.post-2753412421593558169</id><published>2009-11-16T17:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T18:07:44.398-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I Hold</title><content type='html'>I hate the feeling of not having you near, just your warm embrace and sweet smile drives away all my fear…with each last moment I have with you, I wonder what can be, and how my dreams came true…will I ever get to hold your body close and kiss your lips again, where my heart and soul are at complete content…everything about you makes me sing, from the smell of your hair and the lasting impression your lips bring…my little red the roses among the weeds…you soul lifts me up to where I want to be…until the time we meet again…our meaningful conversations are all I have to hold, I will kiss your picture every night until again you I can hold…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1907025112157525372-2753412421593558169?l=himattg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://himattg.blogspot.com/feeds/2753412421593558169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1907025112157525372&amp;postID=2753412421593558169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907025112157525372/posts/default/2753412421593558169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907025112157525372/posts/default/2753412421593558169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://himattg.blogspot.com/2009/11/can-i-hold.html' title='Can I Hold'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08055128184755624767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_F0jLcLuGv0/TxTZIUG5YdI/AAAAAAAAABo/c0NiD7VnlRs/s220/402318_10150663051529251_607459250_12229819_231498816_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1907025112157525372.post-5387815135951913880</id><published>2009-11-12T00:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T00:49:26.432-08:00</updated><title type='text'>silence...</title><content type='html'>sad and lonely, i cry to my face...never knowing the truth or where is my place...i sit sparingly waiting to see...what beautiful mysteries abound in the sea...to set sail to no where, its just you and me...we see our fates collide and never our souls shall leave...i wonder how this love affair began...was it simple boredom or love with out command...i understand the feeling of never knowing why...never forgetting the feel of your lips and how the blast me towards the sky...all without knowing the truth behind it all...i love you with my whole heart...but cant say it at all...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1907025112157525372-5387815135951913880?l=himattg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://himattg.blogspot.com/feeds/5387815135951913880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1907025112157525372&amp;postID=5387815135951913880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907025112157525372/posts/default/5387815135951913880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907025112157525372/posts/default/5387815135951913880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://himattg.blogspot.com/2009/11/silence.html' title='silence...'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08055128184755624767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_F0jLcLuGv0/TxTZIUG5YdI/AAAAAAAAABo/c0NiD7VnlRs/s220/402318_10150663051529251_607459250_12229819_231498816_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1907025112157525372.post-3670078916561219329</id><published>2009-11-11T02:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T02:53:44.389-08:00</updated><title type='text'>so deep...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;soaring and gliding up to the sky, loving and caring, love lifts me so high...your love and your smile take me to the stars, never has my love gone so far, i never thought that this could happen to me...with you big brown eyes and kisses so deep...&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/1907025112157525372-3670078916561219329?l=himattg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://himattg.blogspot.com/feeds/3670078916561219329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1907025112157525372&amp;postID=3670078916561219329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907025112157525372/posts/default/3670078916561219329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907025112157525372/posts/default/3670078916561219329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://himattg.blogspot.com/2009/11/so-deep.html' title='so deep...'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08055128184755624767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_F0jLcLuGv0/TxTZIUG5YdI/AAAAAAAAABo/c0NiD7VnlRs/s220/402318_10150663051529251_607459250_12229819_231498816_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1907025112157525372.post-2849948262615613500</id><published>2009-11-03T00:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T00:54:06.337-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My heart pounds when im around you, never to say or forget how lucky I am to have you, forgetting all my worries and leaving them behind…once your smile and eyes connect with mine…&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/1907025112157525372-2849948262615613500?l=himattg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://himattg.blogspot.com/feeds/2849948262615613500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1907025112157525372&amp;postID=2849948262615613500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907025112157525372/posts/default/2849948262615613500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907025112157525372/posts/default/2849948262615613500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://himattg.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-heart.html' title='my heart'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08055128184755624767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_F0jLcLuGv0/TxTZIUG5YdI/AAAAAAAAABo/c0NiD7VnlRs/s220/402318_10150663051529251_607459250_12229819_231498816_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1907025112157525372.post-8624032808041854927</id><published>2009-10-28T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T10:53:47.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My future love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I Pour my soul like a screaming tea kettle…on the fire of words coming up for inside of me…like no other I sit so silently yet I speak so powerful…never will my mouth open again…. but words of my love will come out through my hands…my voice is obsolete…no longer used again…it's a waste…for my hands are the true great public speaker…one day what I love will be what I am…until then I will hope for that time to begin!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1907025112157525372-8624032808041854927?l=himattg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://himattg.blogspot.com/feeds/8624032808041854927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1907025112157525372&amp;postID=8624032808041854927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907025112157525372/posts/default/8624032808041854927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907025112157525372/posts/default/8624032808041854927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://himattg.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-future-love.html' title='My future love...'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08055128184755624767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_F0jLcLuGv0/TxTZIUG5YdI/AAAAAAAAABo/c0NiD7VnlRs/s220/402318_10150663051529251_607459250_12229819_231498816_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1907025112157525372.post-7510547740819936477</id><published>2009-10-16T02:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T10:53:28.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>screams...</title><content type='html'>I hope you go out smiling like a child into the world, where nothing at all matters, just muffled screams and words…with all of the pressure sitting right at the tip…where nothing else matters just to make one slip…then its off the edge to the moon and stars…when peace can finally happen among the stars and Blvd…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With muffled lies that protrude your lips, with salt and vinegar your words hit like a whip… piercing my every aura of happiness…you make the world around you so sad and dark with a whisper in my ear you break my heart….you never understood the pain you words can cause the simple adolescence expressions of hate never really was lost…you've broken me down till the bitter end made me wish for a life full of sin…I will say so long and until we meet again…why not try to love someone…and not just be there friend…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1907025112157525372-7510547740819936477?l=himattg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://himattg.blogspot.com/feeds/7510547740819936477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1907025112157525372&amp;postID=7510547740819936477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907025112157525372/posts/default/7510547740819936477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907025112157525372/posts/default/7510547740819936477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://himattg.blogspot.com/2009/10/screams.html' title='screams...'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08055128184755624767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_F0jLcLuGv0/TxTZIUG5YdI/AAAAAAAAABo/c0NiD7VnlRs/s220/402318_10150663051529251_607459250_12229819_231498816_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1907025112157525372.post-7759866490250209284</id><published>2009-10-08T01:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T01:09:28.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fuck you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;why must the fighting occur...when all we need a little comfort...we argue and fight with no avail...just sit and simmer with leg tucked tail....back and forth the and forth and back....i cant wrap my mind around the so many stabs in the back...i want you but i hate you, i care but i cant...i want to love you...but now &lt;/span&gt;I'm&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt; taking a stand...no more crying or tears...nothing to bring me down or worsen my fears...for so long my happiness has been dependent on you...now its time to make my new life...sorry for now its without you...you bitterness and spite....no longer makes my heart take flight...just a ton of sadness....and hate for you...this is something i never wanted...never wanted to say these words...thought love could conquer all...but never the less...here it come....my life with out you is happy and sweet...its a sweet candy bar that i run to come eat...just &lt;/span&gt;fulfilled&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; with &lt;/span&gt;happiness&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt; and no longer &lt;/span&gt;despair&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;...for ever and ever my &lt;/span&gt;happiness&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt; will be lighter than air...cause i look to a future no longer with you...&lt;/span&gt;ya&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt; you heard me right...and in case not...fuck you!&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/1907025112157525372-7759866490250209284?l=himattg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://himattg.blogspot.com/feeds/7759866490250209284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1907025112157525372&amp;postID=7759866490250209284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907025112157525372/posts/default/7759866490250209284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907025112157525372/posts/default/7759866490250209284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://himattg.blogspot.com/2009/10/fuck-you.html' title='fuck you'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08055128184755624767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_F0jLcLuGv0/TxTZIUG5YdI/AAAAAAAAABo/c0NiD7VnlRs/s220/402318_10150663051529251_607459250_12229819_231498816_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1907025112157525372.post-8386281182883765937</id><published>2009-09-03T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T10:52:16.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>makes my heart stop</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;beauty kills the wishes inside, the pain of my heart just washes aside...i know i shouldnt tell you this....y heart is heavy since our last kiss...i know you want me, i can see it in your eys, i can never tell where my true feeling lye, cant we just wait for tommorrow, cant we forget about the passing sorrow i love you but i can say, the trueness of my love today, one day its forever, the next is not, just want an answer to make my heart stopaccant we go back to where we were, to forget the madness that was such a blur, you dont have to believe me, but the pain is so deep, please wont you tell me what i should keepwith my every wish i wish for you...to hold forever and always love you, one day youmll be mine, forever and ever, i'll take it one day at a time till we're together...&lt;img src="http://x.myspacecdn.com/images/blog/moods/iBrads/lazy.gif" /&gt;©&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1907025112157525372-8386281182883765937?l=himattg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://himattg.blogspot.com/feeds/8386281182883765937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1907025112157525372&amp;postID=8386281182883765937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907025112157525372/posts/default/8386281182883765937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907025112157525372/posts/default/8386281182883765937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://himattg.blogspot.com/2009/09/makes-my-heart-stop_03.html' title='makes my heart stop'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08055128184755624767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_F0jLcLuGv0/TxTZIUG5YdI/AAAAAAAAABo/c0NiD7VnlRs/s220/402318_10150663051529251_607459250_12229819_231498816_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1907025112157525372.post-244638033462508634</id><published>2009-09-03T10:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T10:50:43.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>broken bride</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--- blog body ---&gt;                     watching you leave is the hardest thing to do...my heart isnt torn but splits in two...like leaches on skin or cged animals at the zoo, when ever youre with me my heart skips a beat...like double dutch in the yard you make me light on my feet, the winds blows south with the treees and the breeze, my heart cant take you walking out on me...i wish for life that you would be mine, so no longer will my heart ache...but smile with the sky...to kiss your lips or to hold your hand...to wander aimnlessly through uncharted lands....is a journey i would take with you by my side...forever and ever one day you will be my bride...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1907025112157525372-244638033462508634?l=himattg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_F0jLcLuGv0/TxTZIUG5YdI/AAAAAAAAABo/c0NiD7VnlRs/s220/402318_10150663051529251_607459250_12229819_231498816_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1907025112157525372.post-3263229097642207667</id><published>2009-09-03T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T13:12:14.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>untitled</title><content type='html'>your beautiful smile and you warm soft lips...your bright red hair and marvelous hips...the everything about you is to much to bare....the speech we have is beautiful and rare...you'll never know what life you can have...instead of sorrow and sadness...life with me cant be so bad...you worry and wait till things come true...but with me and my love all your dreams come true...no heart break and sorrow...no worry or despair, no tear filled pillows or thoughts unfair...just simple happiness with time spent with me...no waiting for answer...just look in my eyes and see how happy you'll be...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1907025112157525372-3263229097642207667?l=himattg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://himattg.blogspot.com/feeds/3263229097642207667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1907025112157525372&amp;postID=3263229097642207667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907025112157525372/posts/default/3263229097642207667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907025112157525372/posts/default/3263229097642207667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://himattg.blogspot.com/2009/09/untitled.html' title='untitled'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08055128184755624767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_F0jLcLuGv0/TxTZIUG5YdI/AAAAAAAAABo/c0NiD7VnlRs/s220/402318_10150663051529251_607459250_12229819_231498816_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1907025112157525372.post-6421011659753224399</id><published>2009-09-03T10:45:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T10:46:28.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Life</title><content type='html'>Love and light, is what i see in you, mother cant you hear me...my help is falling through...oh mother with all your beauty and amazing grace, this earth is so amazing with your loving pace, sitting and staring at your beauty to behold, the oceans and the trees, live wonders never told, your beautiful greens and lush light blues, you misty oceans and mountains so true, how i love to sit and gaze upon, the beauty that was created with a flick of a magic wand, the hectic pace, this world has set, is passing you by and will too soon forget, how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cinematic&lt;/span&gt; this world is to see, not just your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;grandeur&lt;/span&gt; but those simple things...the breeze i will on a warm summer day, or the colors you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;emit&lt;/span&gt; and the leaves when their colors change...will we ever again see the true &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;beauty&lt;/span&gt; you have or forever sit and wish we never had, blanketed you with the metropolitan life, lets go back...back to a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;simpler&lt;/span&gt; life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1907025112157525372-6421011659753224399?l=himattg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://himattg.blogspot.com/feeds/6421011659753224399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1907025112157525372&amp;postID=6421011659753224399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907025112157525372/posts/default/6421011659753224399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907025112157525372/posts/default/6421011659753224399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://himattg.blogspot.com/2009/09/simple-life.html' title='Simple Life'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08055128184755624767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_F0jLcLuGv0/TxTZIUG5YdI/AAAAAAAAABo/c0NiD7VnlRs/s220/402318_10150663051529251_607459250_12229819_231498816_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1907025112157525372.post-7741016106819107774</id><published>2009-09-03T10:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T10:45:31.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Do</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--- blog body ---&gt;                     lets slow things down,b and nake it worth it, we've waited so long, lets make it worth it ill lay you down and kiss every inch of your sould togther we'll be one, forever untold...i'll kiss your lips and love every inch, your curves your hips, forever i'll commit, my life to you, like a beach sunrise, so beautiful so purel everyday is a surprise...so we'll me at the altar on that glorious day, i'll wait for that night to give it all away, a love so precious, so right, so new, i promise you a life of happiness, when we say i do...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1907025112157525372-7741016106819107774?l=himattg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://himattg.blogspot.com/feeds/7741016106819107774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1907025112157525372&amp;postID=7741016106819107774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907025112157525372/posts/default/7741016106819107774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907025112157525372/posts/default/7741016106819107774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://himattg.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-do.html' title='I Do'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08055128184755624767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_F0jLcLuGv0/TxTZIUG5YdI/AAAAAAAAABo/c0NiD7VnlRs/s220/402318_10150663051529251_607459250_12229819_231498816_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1907025112157525372.post-8203573109970631184</id><published>2009-09-03T10:44:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T10:44:55.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurtful Lies</title><content type='html'>daring and hopeful, the mark of the true test yet no lie ever meant as much as the one from you last breath...so simple in its procedure, and typical in its way, the evil it inspires, incredible so they say, like no other before, or nothing of the past, it haunts our very memory, and hurt our soul in a flash...by the lies you've told, so wrong yet so true, you hurt the one thing most important to you, i will not sit around and let you destroy whats mine, but not knowing how to stop it will atleast hurt us in time...do i wait to see the harm your lies will bring, or will i force the truth to show by any means...these question i pose are the ones that hurt you the most, but they will forever bring happines to our love that day will have hope...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1907025112157525372-8203573109970631184?l=himattg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://himattg.blogspot.com/feeds/8203573109970631184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1907025112157525372&amp;postID=8203573109970631184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907025112157525372/posts/default/8203573109970631184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907025112157525372/posts/default/8203573109970631184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://himattg.blogspot.com/2009/09/hurtful-lies.html' title='Hurtful Lies'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08055128184755624767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_F0jLcLuGv0/TxTZIUG5YdI/AAAAAAAAABo/c0NiD7VnlRs/s220/402318_10150663051529251_607459250_12229819_231498816_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1907025112157525372.post-8392017332859225336</id><published>2009-09-03T10:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T10:44:34.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishes</title><content type='html'>is this real or just another lustful endeavor of mine, should i tell you my true feeling or sit in silence and cryl why must love be the toughest this to do...when my heart and my soul just want to lay with you...whenever the times come when you eyes meet mine, my heart skips a beat and all pain washes aside, should i step out on that ledge and risk my self control, to make a point of my love, that can never turn cold...i must be insane for feeling this way, must be in some way crazy for not listening to my head say...to stay away from you at all cost or dues, no matter the pain no good can come from those words, i love you. forever i sit to tell and go against my every reason...to spread my wings and hope that the air you breathes catches me before i fall...will that happen or is it just my wishes written on the wall...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1907025112157525372-8392017332859225336?l=himattg.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_F0jLcLuGv0/TxTZIUG5YdI/AAAAAAAAABo/c0NiD7VnlRs/s220/402318_10150663051529251_607459250_12229819_231498816_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1907025112157525372.post-4275443179887535430</id><published>2009-09-03T10:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T09:58:21.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bare</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://x.myspace.com/images/spacer.gif" border="0" height="1" width="30" /&gt;                 &lt;!--- blog subject ---&gt;                                          &lt;!--- blog body ---&gt;                     i love you just the way you are..no make up or hair do...no worries of the I love you...just straight to the point and thats very true...i love you for who you are...nothing more can satisfy me...your way of telling me you care is unique in its own special way...so different and new its like the day we first met...just simple love from my heart to yours...no constant impressions just passion and so much more...when i see you i see what i wish to obtain...the perfect vision of a woman, that rattles my brain...you shake my bones and make me weak...you tie my tongue and make me light on my feet...in everything you do...i see no fault or shame...cause your craziness isnt so bad...just something i cant explain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1907025112157525372-4275443179887535430?l=himattg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://himattg.blogspot.com/feeds/4275443179887535430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1907025112157525372&amp;postID=4275443179887535430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907025112157525372/posts/default/4275443179887535430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907025112157525372/posts/default/4275443179887535430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://himattg.blogspot.com/2009/09/bare.html' title='Bare'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08055128184755624767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_F0jLcLuGv0/TxTZIUG5YdI/AAAAAAAAABo/c0NiD7VnlRs/s220/402318_10150663051529251_607459250_12229819_231498816_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1907025112157525372.post-1510241095359507152</id><published>2009-07-22T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T16:38:22.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>one day at a time</title><content type='html'>i want you so bad in so many ways, a life time of sorrow gone away, with you in my life it will be complete, forever will i be happy and glady wash your feet, to give you what i can..and all you hearts content...everything you've dreamed of and a life of real sentiment....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to sit and watch your every move...and to notice your smile from a cross the room, is all i ever do when your hand meets mine...my heart skips a beat, and i feel fuzzy inside, the purpose of our lives is to be spent by someone's side, to care and hold them, and fill all emptiness inside...your warm gentle touch, and sweet lavender lips, the your unorthodox smile, and those eyes i cant quit...to one day be able to say those are mine, will hopefully happen, but i'll wait and take it one day at a time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1907025112157525372-1510241095359507152?l=himattg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://himattg.blogspot.com/feeds/1510241095359507152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1907025112157525372&amp;postID=1510241095359507152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907025112157525372/posts/default/1510241095359507152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907025112157525372/posts/default/1510241095359507152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://himattg.blogspot.com/2009/07/one-day-at-time.html' title='one day at a time'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08055128184755624767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_F0jLcLuGv0/TxTZIUG5YdI/AAAAAAAAABo/c0NiD7VnlRs/s220/402318_10150663051529251_607459250_12229819_231498816_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1907025112157525372.post-7927930992369766686</id><published>2009-07-22T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T16:36:10.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>unexplained moments!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;unexplained&lt;/span&gt; moments that forces time, to stand &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;still&lt;/span&gt; and reflect each moment passing by...the worries of it all, and the tempers that we bleed, in time will never matter when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;you re&lt;/span&gt; here next to me...the passing of the time, to wait for you to realize, is like sandpaper to an open wound, not having anytime to heal, to be with you and not the way i want, to hope for that day, i guess ill just sit and pray, for your hand to be in mine, and our heart fated forever in time, till the earth and the moon and stars collide, my heart will never be mine....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1907025112157525372-7927930992369766686?l=himattg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://himattg.blogspot.com/feeds/7927930992369766686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1907025112157525372&amp;postID=7927930992369766686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907025112157525372/posts/default/7927930992369766686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907025112157525372/posts/default/7927930992369766686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://himattg.blogspot.com/2009/07/unexplained-moments.html' title='unexplained moments!'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08055128184755624767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_F0jLcLuGv0/TxTZIUG5YdI/AAAAAAAAABo/c0NiD7VnlRs/s220/402318_10150663051529251_607459250_12229819_231498816_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1907025112157525372.post-956450743207214088</id><published>2009-07-22T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T16:35:16.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wishful thinking</title><content type='html'>our unchanged love is forbidden at best, others pass by but no way can they contest...you're all i've ever wanted needed or desired, that one simple wish you'd give your life to retire, to put to rest and calmly walk away to know that forever will only feel like days, we can only hope wish or pray...that for us our soul mates feel the same way...to have that person here next to you, to know that when eyes meet they only see you, that's the wish we all have a desire, but for me can that happen or should my life i retire...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1907025112157525372-956450743207214088?l=himattg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://himattg.blogspot.com/feeds/956450743207214088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1907025112157525372&amp;postID=956450743207214088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907025112157525372/posts/default/956450743207214088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907025112157525372/posts/default/956450743207214088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://himattg.blogspot.com/2009/07/wishful-thinking.html' title='wishful thinking'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08055128184755624767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_F0jLcLuGv0/TxTZIUG5YdI/AAAAAAAAABo/c0NiD7VnlRs/s220/402318_10150663051529251_607459250_12229819_231498816_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1907025112157525372.post-1293899031065416351</id><published>2009-07-19T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T10:52:14.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you to me</title><content type='html'>since this time last year no one in this world could understand every tear...no matter how long or much i tried...it just seem to always end up with me crying...but so much of this is something that can't be seen or heard, just a feeling inside true enough for the world...many times in my life i cant believe the hard ache and pain, but for so long &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; longed to see you again, one week to two, three into four, when i see your smile it brightens my world...this is something i am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;unaccustomed&lt;/span&gt; too...fighting for what's rightfully mine, and not taking my place in line...waiting for my time to seek something that means the world to me...i cant give you all your desires or hopes and dreams of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;world&lt;/span&gt;, but in exchange &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;I'll&lt;/span&gt; give you my heart, and all of it is yours...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;I'll&lt;/span&gt; love you endlessly, like the never ending story...and give all i can to you cause you're my morning glory...to kiss you in the sunrise, with the sunlight on your sweet face...in my heart for you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;I'll&lt;/span&gt; always hold a special place....to hold your hand and laugh, and jump and scream...my heart for you is open...and with it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;I'll&lt;/span&gt; give you this key...this key that unlocks all my hope and wishes and dreams...that special gift that is truly from you to me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1907025112157525372-1293899031065416351?l=himattg.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_F0jLcLuGv0/TxTZIUG5YdI/AAAAAAAAABo/c0NiD7VnlRs/s220/402318_10150663051529251_607459250_12229819_231498816_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1907025112157525372.post-5185529354190950617</id><published>2009-07-19T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T10:49:59.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>grace</title><content type='html'>empty, nothing, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;barren&lt;/span&gt; like death...my heart, my love, my souls last breath....hurt &amp;amp; tired, i wait to see...if life is rewarding or just filled with cruelty! no bitter &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;remorse&lt;/span&gt;, or heart felt cry...no river of tears or longing sigh...just emptiness and fear of the hole you left &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;behind&lt;/span&gt;...not a thousand years could fill the darkness inside....just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wait&lt;/span&gt; for you, like i always do...just stay with me, i guess is to much for you...my heart long for your warm embrace....maybe one day &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; meet your saving grace...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1907025112157525372-5185529354190950617?l=himattg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://himattg.blogspot.com/feeds/5185529354190950617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1907025112157525372&amp;postID=5185529354190950617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907025112157525372/posts/default/5185529354190950617'/><link 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no and just let things go, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;you're&lt;/span&gt; the one that make my soul glow...everything &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; wanted since the start of time. no time to waste or trick of the min, just simple honest love like you've never felt...love so true its the type that makes hearts melt...into some distant place where its only me and you, like a lovers paradise, or romantic boat ride for two...no word describe this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;heart&lt;/span&gt; felt joy,just silent smiles or glances across some dance floor, but to say these word directly to your face is so difficult in the strangest ways...so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; sit in silence &amp;amp; wish you were mine, right now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; too afraid to act on these feeling this time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1907025112157525372-1022770179182892143?l=himattg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://himattg.blogspot.com/feeds/1022770179182892143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1907025112157525372&amp;postID=1022770179182892143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907025112157525372/posts/default/1022770179182892143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907025112157525372/posts/default/1022770179182892143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://himattg.blogspot.com/2009/07/silence.html' title='silence'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08055128184755624767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_F0jLcLuGv0/TxTZIUG5YdI/AAAAAAAAABo/c0NiD7VnlRs/s220/402318_10150663051529251_607459250_12229819_231498816_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1907025112157525372.post-2954841219379730908</id><published>2009-07-11T09:48:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T09:51:33.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>untitled</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--- blog body ---&gt;                     the world as it is seems lost for all, no matter how great, lofty or tall, we are destined to roam this earth alone, like leopard or saints with no place to call home, seemingless travel to here nor there, lighting strikes twice when the moon hits your hair...the selfless act when two become one, is never satisfied when love becomes numb, to a certain extent we wait for fates to collide, like waiting for a caterpillar to spread its wing and fly, no matter what we do, or what we say, my life with no you, isnt worth living a single day...so here i sit waiting for our two fates to collide...so one day my chest will no longer have a hole inside...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1907025112157525372-2954841219379730908?l=himattg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://himattg.blogspot.com/feeds/2954841219379730908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1907025112157525372&amp;postID=2954841219379730908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907025112157525372/posts/default/2954841219379730908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907025112157525372/posts/default/2954841219379730908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://himattg.blogspot.com/2009/07/untitled.html' title='untitled'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08055128184755624767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_F0jLcLuGv0/TxTZIUG5YdI/AAAAAAAAABo/c0NiD7VnlRs/s220/402318_10150663051529251_607459250_12229819_231498816_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1907025112157525372.post-2378398702531167993</id><published>2009-07-11T09:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T09:48:38.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>eternity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i've sat here to long to wait and see...no more will i cry and wish for things, to happen and then find out they cant't i've cried to much for your second chance...so no longer will i sit and cry out my heart, for here on out i start a fresh start...i will find happiness with someone new...cause love never happened it was a stupid preview, to what i have in store for my new found love, she'll get everything you could of wished for...you lost out on me, and living happily, you'll never find true love, you'll fake it for eternity!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1907025112157525372-2378398702531167993?l=himattg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://himattg.blogspot.com/feeds/2378398702531167993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1907025112157525372&amp;postID=2378398702531167993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907025112157525372/posts/default/2378398702531167993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907025112157525372/posts/default/2378398702531167993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://himattg.blogspot.com/2009/07/eternity.html' title='eternity'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08055128184755624767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_F0jLcLuGv0/TxTZIUG5YdI/AAAAAAAAABo/c0NiD7VnlRs/s220/402318_10150663051529251_607459250_12229819_231498816_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1907025112157525372.post-6442899564362828611</id><published>2009-01-09T23:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T23:21:31.515-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my beauty</title><content type='html'>goodbye to the world...i lay here quietly...for my madness goes forever...this will never end nicely....the daybreak is upon me...for now i can see...the darkness and despair of my life is drowning...this the absolute abyss of my world till never more i scream...heart felt tears of sorrow for my life will be gone tomorrow...and i will never see the light of day for my life, my life can never be the same...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly i awake to the sound of the beating...what is this noise i think..tis the sound of my life ending...i sit for days or hours even...wondering whats my fate...what is the reason...for all this pain that i go through today...what you ask...the death of my mate...by my cold bare hands....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wondering when my life will cease to exist...i lie awake quietly...thinking of my life...and how hopefully i will be missed...by who you ask? no one that's who...my mother lost at my birth...father a drunken fool...boy...that's what they call me...given no name till the age of 16...i was no one...nothing...but a child inside...the wall of the orphanage with soup and bread to eat....water the color of a cloudy night to drink..as i reflect of the childhood i had...i cannot for get the day i met her..the one i learned to love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the first of May, when i met her.  Out of a park by my window. Golden brown was her hair, like the sunset on an autumn day....the one with eyes as soft the a summer breeze...lips as cool....as the arctic caps...my Anna....my beauty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1907025112157525372-6442899564362828611?l=himattg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://himattg.blogspot.com/feeds/6442899564362828611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1907025112157525372&amp;postID=6442899564362828611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907025112157525372/posts/default/6442899564362828611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907025112157525372/posts/default/6442899564362828611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://himattg.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-beauty.html' title='my beauty'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08055128184755624767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_F0jLcLuGv0/TxTZIUG5YdI/AAAAAAAAABo/c0NiD7VnlRs/s220/402318_10150663051529251_607459250_12229819_231498816_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1907025112157525372.post-4307026193756096463</id><published>2009-01-09T23:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T23:21:02.084-08:00</updated><title type='text'>love</title><content type='html'>love is often found in the places not always searched, but love is found in those often hard to reach places which makes love so much grander!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1907025112157525372-4307026193756096463?l=himattg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://himattg.blogspot.com/feeds/4307026193756096463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1907025112157525372&amp;postID=4307026193756096463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907025112157525372/posts/default/4307026193756096463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907025112157525372/posts/default/4307026193756096463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://himattg.blogspot.com/2009/01/love.html' title='love'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08055128184755624767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_F0jLcLuGv0/TxTZIUG5YdI/AAAAAAAAABo/c0NiD7VnlRs/s220/402318_10150663051529251_607459250_12229819_231498816_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1907025112157525372.post-714285560217046418</id><published>2008-11-26T01:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T01:37:20.211-08:00</updated><title type='text'>love eternally</title><content type='html'>just want to make sure youre okay, to time the time to let you know...that all the things i said could happen one day....down on one knee box in hand, heart beating, breathe shortining, looking in your eyes hoping for the perfect answer....listen to me, youre all i need, the one i need to breathe....now make me happy for the rest of my life, except this ring and be my wife...years go by and life is great, with you by my side im knocking on heavens gate....a few years more, walking down the beach, holding the hand you love, and the one we teach....picturing this just makes me smile endlessly...knowing this makes me love you eternally....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1907025112157525372-714285560217046418?l=himattg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://himattg.blogspot.com/feeds/714285560217046418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1907025112157525372&amp;postID=714285560217046418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907025112157525372/posts/default/714285560217046418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907025112157525372/posts/default/714285560217046418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://himattg.blogspot.com/2008/11/love-eternally.html' title='love eternally'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08055128184755624767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_F0jLcLuGv0/TxTZIUG5YdI/AAAAAAAAABo/c0NiD7VnlRs/s220/402318_10150663051529251_607459250_12229819_231498816_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1907025112157525372.post-8035131221394051097</id><published>2008-11-26T01:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T01:33:36.685-08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy...</title><content type='html'>My life isnt the same with you in it. Things have changed since that day i just knew it....you light up my day with your smiling face...you satisfy my needs....with a kiss upon my face...your laughter is beautiful as life could be...forever and ever i wish to make you happy...for all to know and all to see i wanna be gross with you like an old couple kissing on the street...to have you in my arms, as i caress your cheek....my heart flutters with happiness with you close to me....what im trying to say...forever and ever i wanna make you happy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1907025112157525372-8035131221394051097?l=himattg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://himattg.blogspot.com/feeds/8035131221394051097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1907025112157525372&amp;postID=8035131221394051097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907025112157525372/posts/default/8035131221394051097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907025112157525372/posts/default/8035131221394051097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://himattg.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy.html' title='happy...'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08055128184755624767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_F0jLcLuGv0/TxTZIUG5YdI/AAAAAAAAABo/c0NiD7VnlRs/s220/402318_10150663051529251_607459250_12229819_231498816_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1907025112157525372.post-2002887640842089709</id><published>2008-11-26T01:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T01:31:16.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>buckle up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;i hate the fact that you reconnect with someone and the only thing you hear from certain people is negativity....and if you don't think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; talking about you then i guess &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;you're&lt;/span&gt; not one of the people.  But its like i cant even be seen with someone because of the fact of who they know or who they sometimes hang out with....and maybe its just me being stupid and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt; and shit...but all i want to do is just hang out and have fun and not worry about the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;repercussions&lt;/span&gt;.  To just go and be young and see where life takes me.  do i know where it will all end up...i have no clue...am i saying i hear wedding b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;ells or something...probably not...but as i always say...you never know...but what i do know is that i want to see where life can take me...and who's gonna come along for the ride...because, it may be a bumpy one...but it will sure be a whole lot of fun...i promise that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1907025112157525372-2002887640842089709?l=himattg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://himattg.blogspot.com/feeds/2002887640842089709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1907025112157525372&amp;postID=2002887640842089709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907025112157525372/posts/default/2002887640842089709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907025112157525372/posts/default/2002887640842089709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://himattg.blogspot.com/2008/11/buckle-up.html' title='buckle up!'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08055128184755624767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_F0jLcLuGv0/TxTZIUG5YdI/AAAAAAAAABo/c0NiD7VnlRs/s220/402318_10150663051529251_607459250_12229819_231498816_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1907025112157525372.post-867415827511947113</id><published>2008-10-14T00:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T01:07:04.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>all i need</title><content type='html'>sitting here just with you is the most...wonderful thing in the world....the one thing that makes smiles happen...makes thought drift into endless dreams...holdong your hand and kissing your face...lost in our world and nothing else...our worries and cares are out the window...gone by the  way side....forgotten....like a stuffed animal from our childhood....just looking into your eyes and just to be by your side, makes my life worthwhile...makes everything in this world seem so insignificant...just laying here with you in my arms...is all the happiness i need....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1907025112157525372-867415827511947113?l=himattg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://himattg.blogspot.com/feeds/867415827511947113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1907025112157525372&amp;postID=867415827511947113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907025112157525372/posts/default/867415827511947113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907025112157525372/posts/default/867415827511947113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://himattg.blogspot.com/2008/10/all-i-need.html' title='all i need'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08055128184755624767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_F0jLcLuGv0/TxTZIUG5YdI/AAAAAAAAABo/c0NiD7VnlRs/s220/402318_10150663051529251_607459250_12229819_231498816_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1907025112157525372.post-9078034013921768662</id><published>2008-04-17T17:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T17:03:30.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our first Kiss</title><content type='html'>I just want to hold you close, i just want to hold you tight, stay with you 4 ever,, and stay up all night...forget about my worries and all my cares,remembering the times the times we shared. I cant imagine my life without you, cant believe all the thing we've been throuhg, casting all our troubles aside tonight, cause this first kiss never felt so fight.  Just to hold you close and caress your face, to kiss your lips and feel your warm embrace, my life has changes since you've been here, my heart is happy, and my mind is clear...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1907025112157525372-9078034013921768662?l=himattg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://himattg.blogspot.com/feeds/9078034013921768662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1907025112157525372&amp;postID=9078034013921768662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907025112157525372/posts/default/9078034013921768662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907025112157525372/posts/default/9078034013921768662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://himattg.blogspot.com/2008/04/our-first-kiss.html' title='Our first Kiss'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08055128184755624767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_F0jLcLuGv0/TxTZIUG5YdI/AAAAAAAAABo/c0NiD7VnlRs/s220/402318_10150663051529251_607459250_12229819_231498816_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1907025112157525372.post-7967853269388039221</id><published>2008-04-09T10:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T10:47:36.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>how time flies...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif;"&gt; Restless and hopeless i cant fall asleep, thinking of you and what we can be, life has ways of playing tricks on the soul, but no one know what life can hold. Waiting to see you i sit and i wait, not knowin where this road can take, us into the future or the stars, out of this world to jupiter or mars, the greatest gift to my eyesight is having set eyes on you, 12 months ago i had to start my life brand new. But now that youre here by my side, i’ve never had something that felt so right. Sitting and waiting wasting my time, wondering abouyt life and how time flies. so fast so soon, wondering why, i cant see you, cant feel you, how time flies...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1907025112157525372-7967853269388039221?l=himattg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://himattg.blogspot.com/feeds/7967853269388039221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1907025112157525372&amp;postID=7967853269388039221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907025112157525372/posts/default/7967853269388039221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907025112157525372/posts/default/7967853269388039221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://himattg.blogspot.com/2008/04/how-time-flies.html' title='how time flies...'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08055128184755624767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_F0jLcLuGv0/TxTZIUG5YdI/AAAAAAAAABo/c0NiD7VnlRs/s220/402318_10150663051529251_607459250_12229819_231498816_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1907025112157525372.post-1713174371266197436</id><published>2008-04-09T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T10:46:08.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>at you will</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hope and pray that one day you’ll notice me...that i wont be the fly on the wall...but the one holding your hand....cant imagine a day that i dont think about you...a day...where you arent always running through my mind....ive tried to wait, and be cool, tried my hardest not to look like a fool, every step i take is one thats calculated, for that one day where i cant take it anymore and i yell at the top of my lungs, of how much i want you....how much your smile brightens up my week...how hearing your voice makes me loose all control of my motor skills....that one day where you notice who i am....but for now and forever....I’m completely at your will...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1907025112157525372-1713174371266197436?l=himattg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://himattg.blogspot.com/feeds/1713174371266197436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1907025112157525372&amp;postID=1713174371266197436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907025112157525372/posts/default/1713174371266197436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1907025112157525372/posts/default/1713174371266197436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://himattg.blogspot.com/2008/04/at-you-will.html' title='at you will'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08055128184755624767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_F0jLcLuGv0/TxTZIUG5YdI/AAAAAAAAABo/c0NiD7VnlRs/s220/402318_10150663051529251_607459250_12229819_231498816_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
