<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8"?> <?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" href="/rss20.xsl" media="screen"?> <rss xmlns:itunes="http://www.itunes.com/dtds/podcast-1.0.dtd" version="2.0"> <channel> <title>Simply Life - poetry</title> <description>&amp;quot;The more you know the less you need to say.&amp;quot;</description> <link>http://simplymylife.blogspirit.com/poetry/</link> <lastBuildDate>Wed, 20 Aug 2008 13:47:03 -0700</lastBuildDate> <generator>blogSpirit.com</generator> <copyright>All Rights Reserved</copyright>  <item> <guid isPermaLink="true">http://simplymylife.blogspirit.com/archive/2005/11/25/overwhelming.html</guid> <title>Overwhelming</title> <link>http://simplymylife.blogspirit.com/archive/2005/11/25/overwhelming.html</link> <author>noreply@blogspirit.com (Sonshine1296)</author>   <category>Poetry</category>   <pubDate>Fri, 25 Nov 2005 22:17:08 -0700</pubDate> <description> &lt;p&gt;The loudness overwhelmed her&lt;br /&gt; She longed to slip away&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;But, someone in the night time&lt;br /&gt; convinced this girl to stay&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;No voice has she&lt;br /&gt; No name, no plea&lt;br /&gt; Only an ache&lt;br /&gt; wide as the sea&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Where is her spirit?&lt;br /&gt; And when did it go?&lt;br /&gt; Where is the truth&lt;br /&gt; that once filled her soul?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; </description>  </item>  <item> <guid isPermaLink="true">http://simplymylife.blogspirit.com/archive/2005/07/14/violated.html</guid> <title>Violated</title> <link>http://simplymylife.blogspirit.com/archive/2005/07/14/violated.html</link> <author>noreply@blogspirit.com (Sonshine1296)</author>   <category>Poetry</category>   <pubDate>Thu, 14 Jul 2005 13:32:10 -0700</pubDate> <description> Swiftly you enter my dreams&lt;br /&gt; softly you kiss my lips&lt;br /&gt; passionately you rip out my heart&lt;br /&gt; I don’t mind much ,&lt;br /&gt; yet.&lt;br /&gt; only after you drop me like hot coals&lt;br /&gt; will I realise my loss;&lt;br /&gt; my innocence,&lt;br /&gt; my heart&lt;br /&gt; taken from me&lt;br /&gt; without my knowledge&lt;br /&gt; without my consent </description>  </item>  <item> <guid isPermaLink="true">http://simplymylife.blogspirit.com/archive/2005/06/23/window_of_broken_dreams.html</guid> <title>Window of Broken Dreams</title> <link>http://simplymylife.blogspirit.com/archive/2005/06/23/window_of_broken_dreams.html</link> <author>noreply@blogspirit.com (Sonshine1296)</author>   <category>Poetry</category>   <pubDate>Thu, 23 Jun 2005 12:10:00 -0700</pubDate> <description> Out the window she gazes&lt;br /&gt;
watching and waiting for a glimpse of her old life.&lt;br /&gt;
all that she sees are maple leaves&lt;br /&gt;
rustling down the street&lt;br /&gt;
and thunder clouds on the horizon.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
(March 14, 2004) </description>  </item>  <item> <guid isPermaLink="true">http://simplymylife.blogspirit.com/archive/2005/06/21/taken.html</guid> <title>Taken</title> <link>http://simplymylife.blogspirit.com/archive/2005/06/21/taken.html</link> <author>noreply@blogspirit.com (Sonshine1296)</author>   <category>Poetry</category>   <pubDate>Tue, 21 Jun 2005 08:35:00 -0700</pubDate> <description> &lt;blockquote&gt;she let him &lt;br /&gt;
take her&lt;br /&gt;
someplace she'd only heard about &lt;br /&gt;
in bathrooms&lt;br /&gt;
and hushed secret conversations&lt;br /&gt;
it felt like love &lt;br /&gt;
in the backseat of a Chevy&lt;br /&gt;
But, in the light of day&lt;br /&gt;
love faded away&lt;br /&gt;
and she was left&lt;br /&gt;
with only regrets&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
 </description>  </item>  <item> <guid isPermaLink="true">http://simplymylife.blogspirit.com/archive/2005/06/20/strangled.html</guid> <title>Strangled</title> <link>http://simplymylife.blogspirit.com/archive/2005/06/20/strangled.html</link> <author>noreply@blogspirit.com (Sonshine1296)</author>   <category>Poetry</category>   <pubDate>Mon, 20 Jun 2005 09:25:00 -0700</pubDate> <description> &lt;blockquote&gt;My throat strangles the words&lt;br /&gt;
before they've seen the light of day.&lt;br /&gt;
They are better off dead.&lt;br /&gt;
Born of anger and frustration - &lt;br /&gt;
they will only breed the same.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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