<?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-5098904239398796805</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:29:23.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my awkward stage</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myawkwardstage.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098904239398796805/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myawkwardstage.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' 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/&gt;slip and fall, on your knees, don't you cry&lt;br /&gt;i'll carry your heart, you can't hold on for long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lift your eyes, sweet and damp, softened smiles&lt;br /&gt;hold my hand, firm and cold while we walk this road&lt;br /&gt;step by step, soul &amp;amp; soul, mile by mile&lt;br /&gt;take me near beside you and we can share your load&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be brave, arch your back, open your lungs&lt;br /&gt;unpin your wings, ball your fists, let your song be sung&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098904239398796805-639172944002420486?l=myawkwardstage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myawkwardstage.blogspot.com/feeds/639172944002420486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-MuBYaGip1M/S3DVnhaekjI/AAAAAAAAABA/6omlRQXI-as/S220/MEGAN+INT+DANCE+085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098904239398796805.post-1368088160243644313</id><published>2010-06-12T19:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T20:01:14.601-06:00</updated><title type='text'>yesssssss!</title><content type='html'>my shoulders hurt.&lt;br /&gt;i think maybe my wings are coming in.&lt;br /&gt;yes. finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can fly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098904239398796805-1368088160243644313?l=myawkwardstage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myawkwardstage.blogspot.com/feeds/1368088160243644313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-MuBYaGip1M/S3DVnhaekjI/AAAAAAAAABA/6omlRQXI-as/S220/MEGAN+INT+DANCE+085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098904239398796805.post-2523260566329974294</id><published>2010-06-08T22:41:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T22:55:04.601-06:00</updated><title type='text'>that time of day</title><content type='html'>i love that time of day, when its just fading to night&lt;br /&gt;i love how all you say is sweeter, everything is black and white&lt;br /&gt;i love the feeling of chills in my bones&lt;br /&gt;i love when its midnight and im far from home&lt;br /&gt;i love the time i spend with you in the dusk&lt;br /&gt;i love how our laughs turned from hope into trust.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098904239398796805-2523260566329974294?l=myawkwardstage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-MuBYaGip1M/S3DVnhaekjI/AAAAAAAAABA/6omlRQXI-as/S220/MEGAN+INT+DANCE+085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098904239398796805.post-5225254417572619006</id><published>2010-05-27T22:22:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T22:26:41.153-06:00</updated><title type='text'>n o f e a r</title><content type='html'>be still, stay near&lt;br /&gt;heart filled, head clear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;breathe deep, let go&lt;br /&gt;hold fast, speak slow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your hand, my hand&lt;br /&gt;no fear, no plans.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098904239398796805-5225254417572619006?l=myawkwardstage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myawkwardstage.blogspot.com/feeds/5225254417572619006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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laugh&lt;br /&gt;we &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; hold our breath&lt;br /&gt;we &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; wink&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; look at you when you passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then one day i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today, its like you never left.&lt;br /&gt;and its not so bad, because while you were gone, i missed you.&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; know what it was at first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that awkward 'missing you' lump in my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;stomach&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;that confusion, when you think there is one more stair than there is.&lt;br /&gt;and your foot falls down, along with your insides.&lt;br /&gt;and its awkward&lt;br /&gt;and messy&lt;br /&gt;and sorrowful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then one day it &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wasn't anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because i looked up, and there you were, and we decided not to not. and now we do, instead of dont, and we will, instead of wont.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098904239398796805-6740131485751441354?l=myawkwardstage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myawkwardstage.blogspot.com/feeds/6740131485751441354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myawkwardstage.blogspot.com/2010/05/and-then-one-day-i-did.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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forest</title><content type='html'>sometimes when the grass is still wet, and the sun is barely down&lt;br /&gt;when the color is leeched from the earth into dusk&lt;br /&gt;and the street is a ghost town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes when my hands are cold, so the warm wind fills me up&lt;br /&gt;when the trees all sigh, suddenly inside isn't quite enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes when i lift my face, and scream into the wind&lt;br /&gt;when the sky cries and rain fills my eyes im back where it begins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im back where ive always been in my head, im back where i feel best&lt;br /&gt;im back where i'd left my heart, because the woods call it out of my chest&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098904239398796805-4408141137444203195?l=myawkwardstage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-MuBYaGip1M/S3DVnhaekjI/AAAAAAAAABA/6omlRQXI-as/S220/MEGAN+INT+DANCE+085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098904239398796805.post-2706132760361640251</id><published>2010-05-03T21:17:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T21:43:41.994-06:00</updated><title type='text'>no thank you.</title><content type='html'>we saw the tide, coming in&lt;br /&gt;my sister held both my hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there in my mind, deep within&lt;br /&gt;your voice, i hear you command&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me in.&lt;br /&gt;let me in.&lt;br /&gt;let me in your heart, your skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sister held both my hands&lt;br /&gt;i shut my eyes and said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no thank you.&lt;br /&gt;please leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you didnt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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you.'/><author><name>&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17955125914146977011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-MuBYaGip1M/S3DVnhaekjI/AAAAAAAAABA/6omlRQXI-as/S220/MEGAN+INT+DANCE+085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098904239398796805.post-8279970641528293680</id><published>2010-04-30T23:04:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T23:13:23.881-06:00</updated><title type='text'>the rest</title><content type='html'>i lost my breath&lt;br /&gt;for a second there&lt;br /&gt;i looked into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i always talk of flight&lt;br /&gt;of earth and starry skies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now, my lovely daring boy&lt;br /&gt;i can't help but talk of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when you glance up, i loose my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;they are so startleingly blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the earth is just dirt, you can't count on the wind&lt;br /&gt;they all do their best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but your skin, your eyes your whispered sighs&lt;br /&gt;the rest, is just the rest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098904239398796805-8279970641528293680?l=myawkwardstage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myawkwardstage.blogspot.com/feeds/8279970641528293680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myawkwardstage.blogspot.com/2010/04/rest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098904239398796805/posts/default/8279970641528293680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098904239398796805/posts/default/8279970641528293680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myawkwardstage.blogspot.com/2010/04/rest.html' title='the rest'/><author><name>&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17955125914146977011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-MuBYaGip1M/S3DVnhaekjI/AAAAAAAAABA/6omlRQXI-as/S220/MEGAN+INT+DANCE+085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098904239398796805.post-7999558718187767641</id><published>2010-04-30T22:12:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T22:46:51.127-06:00</updated><title type='text'>pancakes and a new beginning</title><content type='html'>we can't go back, i had to choose&lt;br /&gt;between being me and having you&lt;br /&gt;we held hands and watched the news&lt;br /&gt;i hate the news, its always true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were eachothers in betweens&lt;br /&gt;when i was on a limb&lt;br /&gt;you took my hand, but we couldnt see&lt;br /&gt;i wasnt her, you weren't him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe we can grow to know&lt;br /&gt;eachother as best friends&lt;br /&gt;i hope i know you when im old&lt;br /&gt;i hope its not the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was your rosaline, you know&lt;br /&gt;the one before The One&lt;br /&gt;the world was blanketed in snow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now i see the sun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098904239398796805-7999558718187767641?l=myawkwardstage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myawkwardstage.blogspot.com/feeds/7999558718187767641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-MuBYaGip1M/S3DVnhaekjI/AAAAAAAAABA/6omlRQXI-as/S220/MEGAN+INT+DANCE+085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098904239398796805.post-387389448208267021</id><published>2010-04-04T22:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T22:26:04.207-06:00</updated><title type='text'>these new devices</title><content type='html'>you throw back your head and whirl around&lt;br /&gt;the lovely scent in your hair&lt;br /&gt;first tossed up, and then falls down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you, are the wind and earth and air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you ignite the forest, you light the sky&lt;br /&gt;you don't fade, you are a hopeful seed&lt;br /&gt;i am a faulty switch, pass me by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my heart, you are all i have and need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are an open door, you let me fly&lt;br /&gt;i am trying to spread these strange things&lt;br /&gt;these new devices, laws to defy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you dust them off, my brand new wings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you, my favorite day dream&lt;br /&gt;you, my fancy, my freedom&lt;br /&gt;you, the one i'd never fully seen&lt;br /&gt;you take my hands, and lead them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where i've seen before, but not like this&lt;br /&gt;that distant shore, the one i'd missed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098904239398796805-387389448208267021?l=myawkwardstage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myawkwardstage.blogspot.com/feeds/387389448208267021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myawkwardstage.blogspot.com/2010/04/these-new-devices.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098904239398796805/posts/default/387389448208267021'/><link rel='self' 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been hanging here&lt;br /&gt;so really, its kind of a waste darling.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-MuBYaGip1M/S7lUWMPVX1I/AAAAAAAAAC4/y0ApJ-z0jw8/s1600/Montana.Waterton.Walk.Birthday.Randoms+095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 233px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 184px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456485163755462482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-MuBYaGip1M/S7lUWMPVX1I/AAAAAAAAAC4/y0ApJ-z0jw8/s320/Montana.Waterton.Walk.Birthday.Randoms+095.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098904239398796805-6190550798853507645?l=myawkwardstage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myawkwardstage.blogspot.com/feeds/6190550798853507645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098904239398796805-8315320102750944868?l=myawkwardstage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myawkwardstage.blogspot.com/feeds/8315320102750944868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myawkwardstage.blogspot.com/2010/04/try-and-understand.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098904239398796805/posts/default/8315320102750944868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098904239398796805/posts/default/8315320102750944868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myawkwardstage.blogspot.com/2010/04/try-and-understand.html' title='try and understand'/><author><name>&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17955125914146977011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-MuBYaGip1M/S3DVnhaekjI/AAAAAAAAABA/6omlRQXI-as/S220/MEGAN+INT+DANCE+085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098904239398796805.post-649345308873806352</id><published>2010-03-23T23:16:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T23:43:07.326-06:00</updated><title type='text'>two things</title><content type='html'>while we were dozing, he told me two things.&lt;br /&gt;first, he said "i love you like a hundred thousand sea shells"&lt;br /&gt;after that he said "its a shame the ocean is seven hours away,&lt;br /&gt;                         &lt;br /&gt;                                                             i'll have to show you some other way."&lt;div 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things'/><author><name>&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17955125914146977011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-MuBYaGip1M/S3DVnhaekjI/AAAAAAAAABA/6omlRQXI-as/S220/MEGAN+INT+DANCE+085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098904239398796805.post-928924337001615033</id><published>2010-03-19T23:35:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T23:47:42.879-06:00</updated><title type='text'>good luck, sweet pea.</title><content type='html'>i need you to become exactly what you want me to be&lt;br /&gt;because we both know that i need to be exactly what i am&lt;br /&gt;and you need to find out what you want in yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would love to see you happy like you were in that photo&lt;br /&gt;but we both know that you is gone, she is a ghost.&lt;br /&gt;she was my best friend, but you put her on a shelf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im putting up signs, looking for a new exact match&lt;br /&gt;you could see if you fit, if you want&lt;br /&gt;that is, of course, after you find out what shape your heart is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mine's an owl.&lt;br /&gt;you could be a mouse, if you want.&lt;br /&gt;or a sea cucumber.&lt;br /&gt;they also go well with owls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you, good luck on your mission.&lt;br /&gt;i need to step out of the way, so you can make your own sandwich and pave your own road.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098904239398796805-928924337001615033?l=myawkwardstage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myawkwardstage.blogspot.com/feeds/928924337001615033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-MuBYaGip1M/S3DVnhaekjI/AAAAAAAAABA/6omlRQXI-as/S220/MEGAN+INT+DANCE+085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098904239398796805.post-5215804008108306269</id><published>2010-03-19T15:22:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T15:36:32.856-06:00</updated><title type='text'>where you belong</title><content type='html'>when the world is quiet and your is heart is strong&lt;br /&gt;when the fields are dancing and you sing along&lt;br /&gt;when the trees enfold you and tousle your hair&lt;br /&gt;thats when you and the earth and the sun and the air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;become the same being, two ducks in a row&lt;br /&gt;become the soft light warming faces below&lt;br /&gt;become the same soil, kicked up by your toes&lt;br /&gt;become the same soul so that everyone knows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that this is a girl who belongs with the earth.&lt;br /&gt;that this is a girl who's known life since her birth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098904239398796805-5215804008108306269?l=myawkwardstage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myawkwardstage.blogspot.com/feeds/5215804008108306269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myawkwardstage.blogspot.com/2010/03/where-you-belong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098904239398796805/posts/default/5215804008108306269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098904239398796805/posts/default/5215804008108306269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myawkwardstage.blogspot.com/2010/03/where-you-belong.html' title='where you belong'/><author><name>&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17955125914146977011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-MuBYaGip1M/S3DVnhaekjI/AAAAAAAAABA/6omlRQXI-as/S220/MEGAN+INT+DANCE+085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098904239398796805.post-6359425427802404535</id><published>2010-03-18T21:40:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T22:00:17.532-06:00</updated><title type='text'>the hard stuff.</title><content type='html'>at the end, i could see it&lt;br /&gt;i'd always catch your lie&lt;br /&gt;you would bite your top lip&lt;br /&gt;breathless hair, ruffled sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you finally decide&lt;br /&gt;to look in me in the eye&lt;br /&gt;i'll explain to you how&lt;br /&gt;i sleep without your lullaby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a lie i cant do it&lt;br /&gt;i just sit there awake&lt;br /&gt;not dreaming of you, not thinking&lt;br /&gt;just in an in between state&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im in dreamland, im floating&lt;br /&gt;and you whisper on by&lt;br /&gt;i run just as fast&lt;br /&gt;but you pass me, you fly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098904239398796805-6359425427802404535?l=myawkwardstage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myawkwardstage.blogspot.com/feeds/6359425427802404535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myawkwardstage.blogspot.com/2010/03/hard-stuff.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098904239398796805/posts/default/6359425427802404535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098904239398796805/posts/default/6359425427802404535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myawkwardstage.blogspot.com/2010/03/hard-stuff.html' title='the hard stuff.'/><author><name>&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17955125914146977011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-MuBYaGip1M/S3DVnhaekjI/AAAAAAAAABA/6omlRQXI-as/S220/MEGAN+INT+DANCE+085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098904239398796805.post-766777274943346695</id><published>2010-03-14T22:25:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T22:29:50.461-06:00</updated><title type='text'>oh sweet boy im so sorry ive stepped on your toes.</title><content type='html'>i wouldnt be mad if you told me to get lost&lt;br /&gt;i wouldnt be mad if you told me im crazy&lt;br /&gt;i wouldnt be mad if you told me you hate me&lt;br /&gt;or that i make you sad&lt;br /&gt;or that i hurt your feelings&lt;br /&gt;but i would be peeved, perhaps,&lt;br /&gt;if you avoided me in the hallway&lt;br /&gt;or looked away right as i looked up&lt;br /&gt;or didnt tell me anything at all.&lt;br /&gt;just saying.&lt;br /&gt;even so, we both know you dont have the man parts to deal with a problem like me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098904239398796805-766777274943346695?l=myawkwardstage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myawkwardstage.blogspot.com/feeds/766777274943346695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myawkwardstage.blogspot.com/2010/03/oh-sweet-boy-im-so-sorry-ive-stepped-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-MuBYaGip1M/S3DVnhaekjI/AAAAAAAAABA/6omlRQXI-as/S220/MEGAN+INT+DANCE+085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098904239398796805.post-2264517209032916515</id><published>2010-03-10T20:41:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T13:48:36.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>all the things i cant do, because of you.</title><content type='html'>i cant cry because that means im thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;i cant glance just in case you glanced right then too&lt;br /&gt;i cant talk around that lump in my throat&lt;br /&gt;i cant warm up, your smell is in my coat&lt;br /&gt;i cant take a walk, thats what we used to do&lt;br /&gt;but i cant forget you, that would mean that we're through.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098904239398796805-2264517209032916515?l=myawkwardstage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-MuBYaGip1M/S3DVnhaekjI/AAAAAAAAABA/6omlRQXI-as/S220/MEGAN+INT+DANCE+085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098904239398796805.post-431898154299561309</id><published>2010-03-10T20:20:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T20:31:39.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lose/lose situation</title><content type='html'>i gave up on you&lt;br /&gt;and i didnt feel bad&lt;br /&gt;thought you gave up to&lt;br /&gt;on all that nothing we had&lt;br /&gt;but apparently not&lt;br /&gt;i guess you want a new start&lt;br /&gt;but i can only take so much doubt&lt;br /&gt;before you break my heart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098904239398796805-431898154299561309?l=myawkwardstage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-MuBYaGip1M/S3DVnhaekjI/AAAAAAAAABA/6omlRQXI-as/S220/MEGAN+INT+DANCE+085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098904239398796805.post-6785886981181204886</id><published>2010-03-07T19:20:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T17:16:50.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sun smiles, sun beams</title><content type='html'>i wish we could sit in adjoining cucoons&lt;br /&gt;we could float above towns in subletted balloons&lt;br /&gt;we'd share a space just room for two&lt;br /&gt;we'd share that place, just me and you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we could set free our sleep seeds&lt;br /&gt;a thousand sweet dreams&lt;br /&gt;our sun smiles could be freed&lt;br /&gt;a thousand sun beams&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098904239398796805-6785886981181204886?l=myawkwardstage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-MuBYaGip1M/S3DVnhaekjI/AAAAAAAAABA/6omlRQXI-as/S220/MEGAN+INT+DANCE+085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098904239398796805.post-4545516779191953101</id><published>2010-03-04T19:09:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T19:16:14.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>how it feels</title><content type='html'>i like&lt;br /&gt;how this feels&lt;br /&gt;how this looks&lt;br /&gt;my mind reels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like&lt;br /&gt;how you smile&lt;br /&gt;how you laugh&lt;br /&gt;like a child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like&lt;br /&gt;how we sit&lt;br /&gt;how we glance&lt;br /&gt;this is it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like&lt;br /&gt;how it feels&lt;br /&gt;beside you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098904239398796805-4545516779191953101?l=myawkwardstage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-MuBYaGip1M/S3DVnhaekjI/AAAAAAAAABA/6omlRQXI-as/S220/MEGAN+INT+DANCE+085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098904239398796805.post-6077291551488017892</id><published>2010-03-01T16:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T16:55:22.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>not so sure how to spin this.</title><content type='html'>you'll be back, right?&lt;br /&gt;we'll be just as close when you come home.&lt;br /&gt;we'll stay on track, right?&lt;br /&gt;you promised and i believe you,&lt;br /&gt;but now im&lt;br /&gt;alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098904239398796805-6077291551488017892?l=myawkwardstage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myawkwardstage.blogspot.com/feeds/6077291551488017892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-MuBYaGip1M/S3DVnhaekjI/AAAAAAAAABA/6omlRQXI-as/S220/MEGAN+INT+DANCE+085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098904239398796805.post-293539162683930782</id><published>2010-02-22T17:03:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T17:26:04.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you're not what was described on the package. but i guess thats my fault.</title><content type='html'>we laugh, and dont laugh, depending on the topic&lt;br /&gt;i can feel it in the air every once and a while&lt;br /&gt;its a  vapor, its a glance, its a whisper of a smile&lt;br /&gt;we catch each others eye and i dont ever want to stop it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its nice right now, to be sitting like this&lt;br /&gt;to talk and laugh and never be apart&lt;br /&gt;you must know by now, you carry my heart&lt;br /&gt;what im afraid of is what i worry you've missed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still want to be your friend&lt;br /&gt;but i can feel something in the space between&lt;br /&gt;between you and i, between what felt and whats seen&lt;br /&gt;a fog and a notion, a beginning, an end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what i really want to know&lt;br /&gt;are you a diver right in-er?&lt;br /&gt;are you a sinker or a swimmer?&lt;br /&gt;because i like to have fun, so lets take this slow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098904239398796805-293539162683930782?l=myawkwardstage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myawkwardstage.blogspot.com/feeds/293539162683930782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myawkwardstage.blogspot.com/2010/02/youre-not-what-was-described-on-package.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098904239398796805/posts/default/293539162683930782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098904239398796805/posts/default/293539162683930782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myawkwardstage.blogspot.com/2010/02/youre-not-what-was-described-on-package.html' title='you&apos;re not what was described on the package. but i guess thats my fault.'/><author><name>&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17955125914146977011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-MuBYaGip1M/S3DVnhaekjI/AAAAAAAAABA/6omlRQXI-as/S220/MEGAN+INT+DANCE+085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098904239398796805.post-3432042008973944026</id><published>2010-02-20T15:12:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T15:19:48.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'>not today</title><content type='html'>i would like to write of a twinkling notion&lt;br /&gt;said the paper to the pen&lt;br /&gt;i would like to go, and visit the ocean&lt;br /&gt;to haunt the sea again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we could sing in the silence for hours and hours&lt;br /&gt;we could shiver and shriek in the cold waves, like cowards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when the sun comes up the next day, we would paint it&lt;br /&gt;so we never forget, replace toss or taint it&lt;br /&gt;like cold hearts and sweet tarts, there's always a sour part&lt;br /&gt;i'd like to embark on an  uncharted sea march&lt;br /&gt;i would, but i cant today,&lt;br /&gt;im busy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098904239398796805-3432042008973944026?l=myawkwardstage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myawkwardstage.blogspot.com/feeds/3432042008973944026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myawkwardstage.blogspot.com/2010/02/not-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098904239398796805/posts/default/3432042008973944026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098904239398796805/posts/default/3432042008973944026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myawkwardstage.blogspot.com/2010/02/not-today.html' title='not today'/><author><name>&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17955125914146977011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-MuBYaGip1M/S3DVnhaekjI/AAAAAAAAABA/6omlRQXI-as/S220/MEGAN+INT+DANCE+085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098904239398796805.post-5736689882840032638</id><published>2010-02-12T17:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T17:28:48.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>its nice to finally meet you</title><content type='html'>i said sweet darling, how i need your help.&lt;br /&gt;these songs, were they written 'bout somebody else?&lt;br /&gt;i cried, and you held me i kept to myself&lt;br /&gt;we rocked back and forth, with the rain as it pelts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when the sun finally peeked through; my eyes were wet&lt;br /&gt;you said hey kid, i dont believe we've met.&lt;br /&gt;i am the boy who scribbled those songs&lt;br /&gt;you are my love, thought you knew all along.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098904239398796805-5736689882840032638?l=myawkwardstage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myawkwardstage.blogspot.com/feeds/5736689882840032638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myawkwardstage.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-said-sweet-darling-how-i-need-your.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098904239398796805/posts/default/5736689882840032638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098904239398796805/posts/default/5736689882840032638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myawkwardstage.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-said-sweet-darling-how-i-need-your.html' title='its nice to finally meet you'/><author><name>&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17955125914146977011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-MuBYaGip1M/S3DVnhaekjI/AAAAAAAAABA/6omlRQXI-as/S220/MEGAN+INT+DANCE+085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098904239398796805.post-3303654314111225027</id><published>2010-02-08T20:50:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T17:32:02.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lets just be.</title><content type='html'>we can squeeze our eyes closed&lt;br /&gt;while our world crashes down&lt;br /&gt;that way, i suppose&lt;br /&gt;we could build a new town&lt;br /&gt;we could bend all our cages&lt;br /&gt;and break down all the walls&lt;br /&gt;we could burn some old bridges&lt;br /&gt;desecrate shopping malls.&lt;br /&gt;we could break out, break free&lt;br /&gt;we could make some new plans&lt;br /&gt;or you could ignore all the "we"&lt;br /&gt;or you could jump, take my hand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098904239398796805-3303654314111225027?l=myawkwardstage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myawkwardstage.blogspot.com/feeds/3303654314111225027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myawkwardstage.blogspot.com/2010/02/lets-just-be-we-for-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098904239398796805/posts/default/3303654314111225027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098904239398796805/posts/default/3303654314111225027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myawkwardstage.blogspot.com/2010/02/lets-just-be-we-for-now.html' title='lets just be.'/><author><name>&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17955125914146977011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-MuBYaGip1M/S3DVnhaekjI/AAAAAAAAABA/6omlRQXI-as/S220/MEGAN+INT+DANCE+085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098904239398796805.post-4903271846757559781</id><published>2010-02-06T20:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T20:48:02.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dear ass face</title><content type='html'>i may be loud&lt;br /&gt;and i may be silly&lt;br /&gt;but im nicer than you&lt;br /&gt;and you have a small willy :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098904239398796805-4903271846757559781?l=myawkwardstage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myawkwardstage.blogspot.com/feeds/4903271846757559781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myawkwardstage.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-may-be-loud-and-i-may-be-silly-but-im.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098904239398796805/posts/default/4903271846757559781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098904239398796805/posts/default/4903271846757559781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myawkwardstage.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-may-be-loud-and-i-may-be-silly-but-im.html' title='dear ass face'/><author><name>&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17955125914146977011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-MuBYaGip1M/S3DVnhaekjI/AAAAAAAAABA/6omlRQXI-as/S220/MEGAN+INT+DANCE+085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098904239398796805.post-5999782601104552596</id><published>2010-02-02T22:45:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T21:29:30.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>where i belong</title><content type='html'>with my feet in the grass&lt;br /&gt;and my head in the clouds&lt;br /&gt;when im facing your back&lt;br /&gt;and we're lost in the crowd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when im seeing stars&lt;br /&gt;when i cant look back down&lt;br /&gt;i know right where you are&lt;br /&gt;our feet wont touch the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel your breath in my hair&lt;br /&gt;as you take me up flying&lt;br /&gt;and we've found our way there.&lt;br /&gt;or at least we are trying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098904239398796805-5999782601104552596?l=myawkwardstage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myawkwardstage.blogspot.com/feeds/5999782601104552596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myawkwardstage.blogspot.com/2010/02/where-i-belong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098904239398796805/posts/default/5999782601104552596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098904239398796805/posts/default/5999782601104552596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myawkwardstage.blogspot.com/2010/02/where-i-belong.html' title='where i belong'/><author><name>&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17955125914146977011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-MuBYaGip1M/S3DVnhaekjI/AAAAAAAAABA/6omlRQXI-as/S220/MEGAN+INT+DANCE+085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098904239398796805.post-4669182258982294361</id><published>2010-01-24T22:36:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T22:44:23.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>that stung, but its better now, i just feel the pulse.</title><content type='html'>he looked at me and laughed&lt;br /&gt;like pealing church bells&lt;br /&gt;i didnt mean to be funny&lt;br /&gt;but i smiled anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive got goosebumps,&lt;br /&gt;theres a draft.&lt;br /&gt;lets come out of our shells&lt;br /&gt;you didnt mean to hurt me&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets pave ourselves&lt;br /&gt;a new path&lt;br /&gt;i can feel the chills.&lt;br /&gt;you shouted under your breath&lt;br /&gt;that you'll check in another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sorry i got so angry.&lt;br /&gt;but i really do hate silence.&lt;br /&gt;you might think im crazy.&lt;br /&gt;but so are you.&lt;br /&gt;you have no common sense.&lt;br /&gt;we make a fine pair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098904239398796805-4669182258982294361?l=myawkwardstage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myawkwardstage.blogspot.com/feeds/4669182258982294361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myawkwardstage.blogspot.com/2010/01/that-stung-but-its-better-now-i-just.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098904239398796805/posts/default/4669182258982294361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098904239398796805/posts/default/4669182258982294361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myawkwardstage.blogspot.com/2010/01/that-stung-but-its-better-now-i-just.html' title='that stung, but its better now, i just feel the pulse.'/><author><name>&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17955125914146977011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-MuBYaGip1M/S3DVnhaekjI/AAAAAAAAABA/6omlRQXI-as/S220/MEGAN+INT+DANCE+085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098904239398796805.post-7504018114159278590</id><published>2010-01-20T15:58:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T09:37:53.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this is what runs through my head, when we hold hands.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;treetops lean down, surround you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;i could be found, around you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;if you'd just help me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;feel the sky again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;you lift your hands, command me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;feel the star sand, that spans deep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;into your eyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;reflect it out again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;i hold on tight to night air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;dont try to fight your bright stare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;i just breathe deep and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;swim through the hour glass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;you blink i blink, whispering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;let's sink, i think, we're blurring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;into one person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;i feel &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;alive&lt;/span&gt; again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098904239398796805-7504018114159278590?l=myawkwardstage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myawkwardstage.blogspot.com/feeds/7504018114159278590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myawkwardstage.blogspot.com/2010/01/this-is-what-runs-through-my-head-when.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098904239398796805/posts/default/7504018114159278590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098904239398796805/posts/default/7504018114159278590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myawkwardstage.blogspot.com/2010/01/this-is-what-runs-through-my-head-when.html' title='this is what runs through my head, when we hold hands.'/><author><name>&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17955125914146977011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-MuBYaGip1M/S3DVnhaekjI/AAAAAAAAABA/6omlRQXI-as/S220/MEGAN+INT+DANCE+085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098904239398796805.post-4190344207782933098</id><published>2010-01-10T21:15:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T19:23:38.346-06:00</updated><title type='text'>i just still really like you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#330033;"&gt;in the middle of the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#330033;"&gt;when my eyes are bright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#330033;"&gt;i feel a million tiny souls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#330033;"&gt;screaming out your name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#330033;"&gt;singing like a meadowlark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#330033;"&gt;playing me just like a game&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/5098904239398796805-4190344207782933098?l=myawkwardstage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myawkwardstage.blogspot.com/feeds/4190344207782933098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myawkwardstage.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-just-still-really-like-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098904239398796805/posts/default/4190344207782933098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098904239398796805/posts/default/4190344207782933098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myawkwardstage.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-just-still-really-like-you.html' title='i just still really like you.'/><author><name>&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17955125914146977011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-MuBYaGip1M/S3DVnhaekjI/AAAAAAAAABA/6omlRQXI-as/S220/MEGAN+INT+DANCE+085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098904239398796805.post-2179723650066710573</id><published>2010-01-06T22:56:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T23:15:39.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ancient egyptians knew something we've forgotten.</title><content type='html'>please just look to the stars&lt;br /&gt;i see right where we are&lt;br /&gt;and our home can't be far&lt;br /&gt;i know i sound bizarre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please just look to the skies&lt;br /&gt;and see through my eyes&lt;br /&gt;as soon as you try&lt;br /&gt;we both know you will fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please just look in my heart&lt;br /&gt;and you'll see where it starts&lt;br /&gt;He and i, we won't part&lt;br /&gt;because i see His art&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please just look for His hand&lt;br /&gt;feel your toes in the sand&lt;br /&gt;see His infinate plan&lt;br /&gt;see how the heavens began&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098904239398796805-2179723650066710573?l=myawkwardstage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myawkwardstage.blogspot.com/feeds/2179723650066710573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myawkwardstage.blogspot.com/2010/01/please-just-look-to-stars-i-see-right.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098904239398796805/posts/default/2179723650066710573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098904239398796805/posts/default/2179723650066710573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myawkwardstage.blogspot.com/2010/01/please-just-look-to-stars-i-see-right.html' title='ancient egyptians knew something we&apos;ve forgotten.'/><author><name>&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17955125914146977011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-MuBYaGip1M/S3DVnhaekjI/AAAAAAAAABA/6omlRQXI-as/S220/MEGAN+INT+DANCE+085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098904239398796805.post-7678212875287953165</id><published>2010-01-02T11:23:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T09:34:44.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>untitled</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;you're so cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;with your lego and snowforts and smiles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;i cant help but like you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;we could race and fly kites for a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;at this rate, i'm done for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;youve conquered my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;i dont know why im surprised, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;you've known fron the start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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title='untitled'/><author><name>&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17955125914146977011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-MuBYaGip1M/S3DVnhaekjI/AAAAAAAAABA/6omlRQXI-as/S220/MEGAN+INT+DANCE+085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098904239398796805.post-2377683546367766322</id><published>2009-12-26T23:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T23:52:10.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss you a little.</title><content type='html'>i miss you&lt;br /&gt;i miss your eyes&lt;br /&gt;i miss your hands&lt;br /&gt;i miss starry skies&lt;br /&gt;i miss your laugh&lt;br /&gt;it breaks endless night&lt;br /&gt;i miss your squinty eyed smile&lt;br /&gt;i miss holding you tight&lt;br /&gt;i miss you&lt;br /&gt;i miss leaves on the trees&lt;br /&gt;i miss you like july&lt;br /&gt;i miss scrapes on my knees&lt;br /&gt;i miss waiting to fly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098904239398796805-2377683546367766322?l=myawkwardstage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myawkwardstage.blogspot.com/feeds/2377683546367766322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myawkwardstage.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-miss-you-little_26.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098904239398796805/posts/default/2377683546367766322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098904239398796805/posts/default/2377683546367766322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myawkwardstage.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-miss-you-little_26.html' title='i miss you a little.'/><author><name>&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17955125914146977011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-MuBYaGip1M/S3DVnhaekjI/AAAAAAAAABA/6omlRQXI-as/S220/MEGAN+INT+DANCE+085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098904239398796805.post-5059146239140539360</id><published>2009-12-26T18:52:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T23:48:06.164-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i am a slightly chilly cape wielding geek. and i miss you :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you were never going to let me go, were you my sweet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you were never going to take that step&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that aweful leap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you say those words,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;whisper that song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;of fear and love abandoned,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but you would not leap, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;or laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;or sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;without remembering what had been.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you were never going to awaken that darkness, were you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you were never going to tempt that spark, that aweful toy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you squint your eyes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ball your fists&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;into the ocean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but you came back, and we're on track,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and bent on forward motion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i love you like a clear night sky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you love me like a story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i love you like a piece of pie&lt;br /&gt;you love me like exploring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you like my favorite song&lt;br /&gt;you love me like a new day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love that it has been so long&lt;br /&gt;and we can still laugh and play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you so, my twinkling boy&lt;br /&gt;that, so much, i hold true.&lt;br /&gt;i love our love, i love our joy&lt;br /&gt;you never would've. we both knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098904239398796805-5059146239140539360?l=myawkwardstage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myawkwardstage.blogspot.com/feeds/5059146239140539360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myawkwardstage.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-am-slightly-chilly-cape-wielding-geek.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-MuBYaGip1M/S3DVnhaekjI/AAAAAAAAABA/6omlRQXI-as/S220/MEGAN+INT+DANCE+085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098904239398796805.post-4431469761287774182</id><published>2009-12-24T21:44:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T20:19:56.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>s u m m e r</title><content type='html'>i hoped all summer this would come true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a clear bright sky, something to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in my sloth, lo and behold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dreams in reverse, lets watch this unfold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you were everything i didnt want,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not like my plan, but how you taunt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hoped for a tidy, sweet, beaming boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but there you were, daunting, so coy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you, with your habits of laughing, leaving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't help to have hope in believing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our feet in liquid sand we squished&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we dreamt and swam and talked and wished&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you talked of daring, of cats and of caring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i talked about the weather&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you wished upon a falling star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i picked apart a feather&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you were so dashing, you charmed and glowed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't help but try it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i followed you into the sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we splashed, we started riots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hoped all summer someone would come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now you're here, our hearts are drums&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hoped for quiet, you took my hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didnt think i'd buy it, but in the sand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you taught me to take a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you taught me love, with one last dance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098904239398796805-4431469761287774182?l=myawkwardstage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myawkwardstage.blogspot.com/feeds/4431469761287774182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myawkwardstage.blogspot.com/2009/12/s-u-m-m-e-r.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098904239398796805/posts/default/4431469761287774182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098904239398796805/posts/default/4431469761287774182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myawkwardstage.blogspot.com/2009/12/s-u-m-m-e-r.html' title='s u m m e r'/><author><name>&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17955125914146977011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-MuBYaGip1M/S3DVnhaekjI/AAAAAAAAABA/6omlRQXI-as/S220/MEGAN+INT+DANCE+085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098904239398796805.post-4575720792821570322</id><published>2009-12-24T14:13:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T14:24:04.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the Garden</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;if you'd walk with me to the Garden's gate&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if we sat &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;among&lt;/span&gt; the flowers and vines&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i could swim in your eyes, we could tempt fate&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we could spin 'round with our hands intertwined&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if we flew to heaven and back tonight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if we journeyed through the brook filled with stars&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you'd see it and smile, my eyes would be bright&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the Garden song would block out speeding cars&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if you heard the Garden, if you could see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if you answered when she called you to us&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you'd feel the relief, leaning against our tree&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we'd be perfect love, we'd be perfect trust&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but you, my sweet, cannot hear the Garden&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you, foolish boy, have let your heart harden&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098904239398796805-4575720792821570322?l=myawkwardstage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myawkwardstage.blogspot.com/feeds/4575720792821570322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myawkwardstage.blogspot.com/2009/12/garden.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098904239398796805/posts/default/4575720792821570322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098904239398796805/posts/default/4575720792821570322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myawkwardstage.blogspot.com/2009/12/garden.html' title='the Garden'/><author><name>&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17955125914146977011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-MuBYaGip1M/S3DVnhaekjI/AAAAAAAAABA/6omlRQXI-as/S220/MEGAN+INT+DANCE+085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098904239398796805.post-2373807052396022123</id><published>2009-12-21T23:13:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T11:06:20.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>snowforts for the soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;you're the only one i know who survived growing up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;you're my lone cowboy ranger, the koolaid to my cup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;you're the only one who can make me stay up and lose sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;i feel your hand in mine, lets make a promise to keep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;when your rough, dry fingers wrap themselves around mine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;we'll know that we've kept it, we've stood the test of time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;so lets get out of here, lets go fall in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;we could go make a snowfort, while hope drifts down from above.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098904239398796805-2373807052396022123?l=myawkwardstage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myawkwardstage.blogspot.com/feeds/2373807052396022123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-MuBYaGip1M/S3DVnhaekjI/AAAAAAAAABA/6omlRQXI-as/S220/MEGAN+INT+DANCE+085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098904239398796805.post-7560337317989593752</id><published>2009-12-20T22:38:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T22:46:45.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the purpose of shoulder blades</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#336666;"&gt;the sleepless ghost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#336666;"&gt;on rainwashed roads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#336666;"&gt;i cant see past your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#336666;"&gt;your halo glows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#336666;"&gt;lets take this slow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#336666;"&gt;i cant accept goodbyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#336666;"&gt;your angel wings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#336666;"&gt;my heart, soul, sings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#336666;"&gt;as your voice lifts me high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#336666;"&gt;sun so close it stings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#336666;"&gt;dawn comes, you bring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#336666;"&gt;me with you when you fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098904239398796805-7560337317989593752?l=myawkwardstage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myawkwardstage.blogspot.com/feeds/7560337317989593752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myawkwardstage.blogspot.com/2009/12/purpose-of-shoulder-blades.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098904239398796805/posts/default/7560337317989593752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098904239398796805/posts/default/7560337317989593752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myawkwardstage.blogspot.com/2009/12/purpose-of-shoulder-blades.html' title='the purpose of shoulder blades'/><author><name>&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17955125914146977011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-MuBYaGip1M/S3DVnhaekjI/AAAAAAAAABA/6omlRQXI-as/S220/MEGAN+INT+DANCE+085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5098904239398796805.post-9221626035601646257</id><published>2009-12-20T16:32:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T22:47:46.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lets hold hands</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#999999;"&gt;i just want to hold your hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#999999;"&gt;if worlds crash down, we're all but sand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#999999;"&gt;from dust into dust, back to Promised Land&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#999999;"&gt;on the journey there, if we still both stand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#999999;"&gt;i would walk with you, just to hold your hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#999999;"&gt;if you'd let me, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'd&lt;/span&gt; be beside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'd&lt;/span&gt; be right there, with rising tide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#999999;"&gt;as the sun sets, cosmos collide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#999999;"&gt;i will not leave, should you decide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#999999;"&gt;to walk with me, we could just try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#999999;"&gt;we'd take our time, if the world should end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#999999;"&gt;we'd be as one, the age old friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#999999;"&gt;the kind that never breaks nor mends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#999999;"&gt;as we walk on the night impends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#999999;"&gt;we walk into the great Descend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#999999;"&gt;i just want to hold your hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#999999;"&gt;if this, could be my lone demand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#999999;"&gt;if love is true, then we should fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#999999;"&gt;if love is blind, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ive&lt;/span&gt; lost my sight.&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/5098904239398796805-9221626035601646257?l=myawkwardstage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myawkwardstage.blogspot.com/feeds/9221626035601646257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myawkwardstage.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-just-want-to-hold-your-hand-if-worlds.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098904239398796805/posts/default/9221626035601646257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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least bit composed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could set them free now,&lt;br /&gt;like a bunch of balloons&lt;br /&gt;but i just can't see how&lt;br /&gt;can't see why its too soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have yet to create&lt;br /&gt;something real, something raw&lt;br /&gt;don't think i can escape&lt;br /&gt;the sealed fate of bourgeois&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever i feel can't be free till i try&lt;br /&gt;so i can't stop writing until i figure out why.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5098904239398796805-551605775035950448?l=myawkwardstage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myawkwardstage.blogspot.com/feeds/551605775035950448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myawkwardstage.blogspot.com/2009/12/and-yet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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&lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-MuBYaGip1M/Sy2hnyMRFbI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wlWA9nH7O_k/s1600-h/Jonas+Brothers.OLP.JakeLatigo.Randoms+096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417163631656768946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-MuBYaGip1M/Sy2hnyMRFbI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wlWA9nH7O_k/s200/Jonas+Brothers.OLP.JakeLatigo.Randoms+096.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;sometimes i wake up in the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sheets are cold and my eyes are bright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel around and switch the lights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the soft flourescence taunts my fright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i step by step, on cold, worn floors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pad through the jungle ; out the door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i trip on doubt, and on all fours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cry out, i scream, i thrash and roar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in my skull is pounding beats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the stairs are folding, in echoed creaks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i see you there, my sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Written Word, all typed and neat&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/5098904239398796805-2441487294537598372?l=myawkwardstage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myawkwardstage.blogspot.com/feeds/2441487294537598372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myawkwardstage.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-sweet-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5098904239398796805/posts/default/2441487294537598372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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