<?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-17304733</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:30:26.256+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Drowning in Words</title><subtitle type='html'>I drown in a reality that keeps me under the ocean's blue depth. Swimming in illusions that pull me 
into a dreamland of words...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drowninginwords.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17304733/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drowninginwords.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sammie {Vânia C.}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10449568217231336980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZEQ_03M-aHk/Taru5BNam4I/AAAAAAAAABo/98_-j8JrWsU/s220/Me_Praga.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17304733.post-1436075143508860944</id><published>2011-04-19T00:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T00:57:23.197+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Finis et vitae</title><content type='html'>Dance as you listen to life's music&lt;br /&gt;Sing as you feel life's lyrics&lt;br /&gt;Cry to the end of life's song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Listen to the echoes,&lt;br /&gt;as you remember life,&lt;br /&gt;but never again, its Touch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17304733-1436075143508860944?l=drowninginwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drowninginwords.blogspot.com/feeds/1436075143508860944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17304733&amp;postID=1436075143508860944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17304733/posts/default/1436075143508860944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17304733/posts/default/1436075143508860944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drowninginwords.blogspot.com/2011/04/finis-et-vitae.html' title='Finis et vitae'/><author><name>Sammie {Vânia C.}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10449568217231336980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZEQ_03M-aHk/Taru5BNam4I/AAAAAAAAABo/98_-j8JrWsU/s220/Me_Praga.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17304733.post-7739434613125502672</id><published>2011-04-19T00:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T00:51:37.172+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor sive solitudini</title><content type='html'>It can eat through your heart&lt;br /&gt;It can catch up with you in a moments notice&lt;br /&gt;It can capture you and&amp;nbsp; leave you defenseless&lt;br /&gt;Some may think I speak of love&lt;br /&gt;Others, that I speak of loneliness&lt;br /&gt;In which fate does your heart lie?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17304733-7739434613125502672?l=drowninginwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drowninginwords.blogspot.com/feeds/7739434613125502672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17304733&amp;postID=7739434613125502672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17304733/posts/default/7739434613125502672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17304733/posts/default/7739434613125502672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drowninginwords.blogspot.com/2011/04/amor-sive-solitudini.html' title='Amor sive solitudini'/><author><name>Sammie {Vânia C.}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10449568217231336980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZEQ_03M-aHk/Taru5BNam4I/AAAAAAAAABo/98_-j8JrWsU/s220/Me_Praga.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17304733.post-4055768403340966816</id><published>2011-04-19T00:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T00:48:12.214+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Blindness</title><content type='html'>Everything seems to turn dark.&lt;br /&gt;A shadow has taken over my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;When day turns to night,&lt;br /&gt;When reality and illusion collide,&lt;br /&gt;What will you do?&lt;br /&gt;See?&lt;br /&gt;Or let yourself be blind?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17304733-4055768403340966816?l=drowninginwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drowninginwords.blogspot.com/feeds/4055768403340966816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17304733&amp;postID=4055768403340966816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17304733/posts/default/4055768403340966816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17304733/posts/default/4055768403340966816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drowninginwords.blogspot.com/2011/04/blindness.html' title='Blindness'/><author><name>Sammie {Vânia C.}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10449568217231336980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZEQ_03M-aHk/Taru5BNam4I/AAAAAAAAABo/98_-j8JrWsU/s220/Me_Praga.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17304733.post-680690510162590258</id><published>2011-04-17T14:30:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T14:35:37.160+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Politiquices</title><content type='html'>Agora um bocadinho de actualidade. Dizem que anda por aí o FMI. Acho que é verdade. Agora se os ditos senhores e senhoras andam a por as mãos na cabeça a tentar encontrar soluções, bebam muito café ( ou então algo mais forte, pois vão precisar). E não se preocupem se acharem que estão a precisar de óculos. Não precisam. O buraco é mesmo desse tamanho. Uma solução seria pôr os nossos amigos políticos e dirigentes a um canto de castigo. Se resulta com as crianças, deduzo que com homens e mulheres supostamente adultos também. Nem que seja para haver uma viagem introspectiva à infância. Por outro lado, a Finlândia não quer ajudar? Não faz mal. Podem sempre ir a uns joguitos de futebol. Têm uns quantos marmanjos a andar de um lado para o outro em calções cujas contas bancárias estão recheadas. Façam uma petição.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17304733-680690510162590258?l=drowninginwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drowninginwords.blogspot.com/feeds/680690510162590258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17304733&amp;postID=680690510162590258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17304733/posts/default/680690510162590258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17304733/posts/default/680690510162590258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drowninginwords.blogspot.com/2011/04/politiquices.html' title='Politiquices'/><author><name>Sammie {Vânia C.}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10449568217231336980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZEQ_03M-aHk/Taru5BNam4I/AAAAAAAAABo/98_-j8JrWsU/s220/Me_Praga.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17304733.post-6847015415494856931</id><published>2011-04-17T14:25:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T14:29:53.748+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Change the DJ</title><content type='html'>Last night went out with friends. It was great to let out some steam. Enjoy the weekend while it lasts. It was good until we decided to lift our buts out of the chairs and dance. This is where, as until then we where more into our conversation (or some remotely like that), we concentrated on the music. Well, it suched. We were begging for the change in the DJ. Have something to tell you about that.... DIDN'T WORK!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17304733-6847015415494856931?l=drowninginwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drowninginwords.blogspot.com/feeds/6847015415494856931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17304733&amp;postID=6847015415494856931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17304733/posts/default/6847015415494856931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17304733/posts/default/6847015415494856931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drowninginwords.blogspot.com/2011/04/change-dj.html' title='Change the DJ'/><author><name>Sammie {Vânia C.}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10449568217231336980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZEQ_03M-aHk/Taru5BNam4I/AAAAAAAAABo/98_-j8JrWsU/s220/Me_Praga.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17304733.post-6101717333019784621</id><published>2011-04-17T14:13:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T14:25:24.607+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiration</title><content type='html'>Well, it seems there hasn't been any really inspiration to write. Although, maybe I'm lying (is this right??) there.  Maybe there has been a word there, a sentence here. And I should have more material with all the schizophrenic people I put up everyday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17304733-6101717333019784621?l=drowninginwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drowninginwords.blogspot.com/feeds/6101717333019784621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17304733&amp;postID=6101717333019784621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17304733/posts/default/6101717333019784621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17304733/posts/default/6101717333019784621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drowninginwords.blogspot.com/2011/04/inspiration.html' title='Inspiration'/><author><name>Sammie {Vânia C.}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10449568217231336980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZEQ_03M-aHk/Taru5BNam4I/AAAAAAAAABo/98_-j8JrWsU/s220/Me_Praga.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17304733.post-237217364645826526</id><published>2009-04-10T11:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T11:11:42.375+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What do you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you do,&lt;br /&gt;When you can't do a thing?&lt;br /&gt;What do you say&lt;br /&gt;When there's nothing to say?&lt;br /&gt;What do you feel&lt;br /&gt;When you can't feel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you turn around?&lt;br /&gt;Do you keep quiet?&lt;br /&gt;Do you turn cold?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or do you fight?&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/17304733-237217364645826526?l=drowninginwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drowninginwords.blogspot.com/feeds/237217364645826526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17304733&amp;postID=237217364645826526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17304733/posts/default/237217364645826526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17304733/posts/default/237217364645826526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drowninginwords.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-do-you-do-what-do-you-do-when-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Sammie {Vânia C.}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10449568217231336980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZEQ_03M-aHk/Taru5BNam4I/AAAAAAAAABo/98_-j8JrWsU/s220/Me_Praga.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17304733.post-788140934544228577</id><published>2009-04-05T00:03:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T00:03:51.792+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The humming bird&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time I saw a humming bird&lt;br /&gt;Flying through the sky&lt;br /&gt;Bright and colourful&lt;br /&gt;It seemed to go high and high&lt;br /&gt;Through the white clouds&lt;br /&gt;But they changed&lt;br /&gt;Storm came&lt;br /&gt;Rain started to pour down&lt;br /&gt;Mixed with tears&lt;br /&gt;that feel through my eyes&lt;br /&gt;All I saw now was grey&lt;br /&gt;The sky dark&lt;br /&gt;And the humming bird falling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17304733-788140934544228577?l=drowninginwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drowninginwords.blogspot.com/feeds/788140934544228577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17304733&amp;postID=788140934544228577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17304733/posts/default/788140934544228577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17304733/posts/default/788140934544228577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drowninginwords.blogspot.com/2009/04/humming-bird-once-upon-time-i-saw.html' title=''/><author><name>Sammie {Vânia C.}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10449568217231336980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZEQ_03M-aHk/Taru5BNam4I/AAAAAAAAABo/98_-j8JrWsU/s220/Me_Praga.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17304733.post-8672436328676014083</id><published>2009-04-05T00:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T00:01:42.371+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Holding on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temptation looks down on you&lt;br /&gt;It pulls you through, &lt;br /&gt;Even when you try to hold on.&lt;br /&gt;Your hands and feet,&lt;br /&gt;May be carved to the dusty floor,&lt;br /&gt;But blood is pumping in your veins&lt;br /&gt;Adrenaline squeezing your thoughts&lt;br /&gt;And you still want to reach it&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/17304733-8672436328676014083?l=drowninginwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drowninginwords.blogspot.com/feeds/8672436328676014083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17304733&amp;postID=8672436328676014083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17304733/posts/default/8672436328676014083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17304733/posts/default/8672436328676014083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drowninginwords.blogspot.com/2009/04/holding-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Sammie {Vânia C.}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10449568217231336980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZEQ_03M-aHk/Taru5BNam4I/AAAAAAAAABo/98_-j8JrWsU/s220/Me_Praga.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17304733.post-8548511190428453287</id><published>2009-04-04T23:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T00:00:20.214+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;After the dream ends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever seen such beautiful sight?&lt;br /&gt;That it seems as blue as the ocean's depth&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever touched such soft skin?&lt;br /&gt;That your hand seems to run through velvet?&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt such powerful feeling?&lt;br /&gt;That robs you of your heart and soul&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever tasted such sweet taste?&lt;br /&gt;That it can overcome your other senses?&lt;br /&gt;Did you feel whole then?&lt;br /&gt;Even after you awoke from the dream?&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/17304733-8548511190428453287?l=drowninginwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drowninginwords.blogspot.com/feeds/8548511190428453287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17304733&amp;postID=8548511190428453287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17304733/posts/default/8548511190428453287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17304733/posts/default/8548511190428453287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drowninginwords.blogspot.com/2009/04/after-dream-ends-have-you-ever-seen.html' title=''/><author><name>Sammie {Vânia C.}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10449568217231336980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZEQ_03M-aHk/Taru5BNam4I/AAAAAAAAABo/98_-j8JrWsU/s220/Me_Praga.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17304733.post-7373112393170003672</id><published>2007-05-22T01:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T01:49:57.179+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thinking...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever stopped and really looked around you? I mean...not just look but see.&lt;br /&gt;We go through life looking but never seeing.&lt;br /&gt;Now...a different thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever tried to think? I don't mean just to consume what others say and do. Others Opinions don't count! I mean to think for yourself and then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think and see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First step. SEE yourself through a mirror.&lt;br /&gt;Second Step. Think for yourself. Don't let yourself jut be there.&lt;br /&gt;Third Step. Actually do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: I had a wish for self help... Tell me if it works&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/17304733-7373112393170003672?l=drowninginwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drowninginwords.blogspot.com/feeds/7373112393170003672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17304733&amp;postID=7373112393170003672' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17304733/posts/default/7373112393170003672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17304733/posts/default/7373112393170003672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drowninginwords.blogspot.com/2007/05/thinking.html' title=''/><author><name>Sammie {Vânia C.}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10449568217231336980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZEQ_03M-aHk/Taru5BNam4I/AAAAAAAAABo/98_-j8JrWsU/s220/Me_Praga.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17304733.post-8725284260773897404</id><published>2007-05-22T01:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T01:43:09.787+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="BlogViewId" sortmode="Normal" sortkey="" firsthandle="cns!A103B2563FB49D50!394" lasthandle="cns!A103B2563FB49D50!389"&gt;&lt;h4 style="margin-bottom: 0px; text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="TextColor1" id="subjcns!A103B2563FB49D50!394"&gt;Will I ever understand why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;h4 style="margin-bottom: 0px; text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="TextColor1" id="subjcns!A103B2563FB49D50!394"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;© By Sammie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;div id="msgcns!A103B2563FB49D50!394" class="bvMsg"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I once tried to break free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tried to feel the dark waters crash around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;to let them wash away the tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;to see If the ropes around me let go of their grip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I tried to understand what went wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;why the ropes kept gripping harder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;why the harder the tears came&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;the more the dark waters turned violent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Then I understood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I was holdin' on to something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;something that had long ago gone by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and the more i cried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;the more i couldn't break free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;...so...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I let go...I broke free...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and no more tears for nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17304733-8725284260773897404?l=drowninginwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drowninginwords.blogspot.com/feeds/8725284260773897404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17304733&amp;postID=8725284260773897404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17304733/posts/default/8725284260773897404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17304733/posts/default/8725284260773897404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drowninginwords.blogspot.com/2007/05/will-i-ever-understand-why-by-sammie-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Sammie {Vânia C.}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10449568217231336980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZEQ_03M-aHk/Taru5BNam4I/AAAAAAAAABo/98_-j8JrWsU/s220/Me_Praga.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17304733.post-116268351594535361</id><published>2006-11-04T23:35:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-04-10T14:15:41.786+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...in limbo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swim in the darkness&lt;br /&gt;I fight in the light&lt;br /&gt;I jump into doubt&lt;br /&gt;I walk in uncertainty&lt;br /&gt;I try to run away&lt;br /&gt;I try to follow a path&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chose to see a lie&lt;br /&gt;I prefer to sleep in screams&lt;br /&gt;I don't want the truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I want blindness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17304733-116268351594535361?l=drowninginwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drowninginwords.blogspot.com/feeds/116268351594535361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17304733&amp;postID=116268351594535361' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17304733/posts/default/116268351594535361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17304733/posts/default/116268351594535361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drowninginwords.blogspot.com/2006/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Sammie {Vânia C.}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10449568217231336980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZEQ_03M-aHk/Taru5BNam4I/AAAAAAAAABo/98_-j8JrWsU/s220/Me_Praga.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17304733.post-116268331816112945</id><published>2006-11-04T23:33:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-04-05T00:07:52.850+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Between temptation and madness &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© By Sammie&lt;br /&gt;You tried to reach me&lt;br /&gt;lingering beside me&lt;br /&gt;your darkness touching me so lightly&lt;br /&gt;sending shivers through my spine&lt;br /&gt;And all I want is to sucumb to you&lt;br /&gt;To kneel by your feet&lt;br /&gt;You overpower me&lt;br /&gt;And I want to submit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why bother with steel barriers?&lt;br /&gt;Why should I even try to cry out?&lt;br /&gt;To call out for help?&lt;br /&gt;To deny this craving?&lt;br /&gt;Why resist temptation&lt;br /&gt;When you're already inside me&lt;br /&gt;under my skin&lt;br /&gt;and in my breath&lt;meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt;&lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="OpenOffice.org 3.0  (Win32)"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt; 	&lt;!-- 		@page { margin: 2cm } 		P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm } 	--&gt;&lt;/style&gt; &lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="OpenOffice.org 3.0  (Win32)"&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt; 	&lt;!-- 		@page { margin: 2cm } 		P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm } 	--&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17304733-116268331816112945?l=drowninginwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drowninginwords.blogspot.com/feeds/116268331816112945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17304733&amp;postID=116268331816112945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17304733/posts/default/116268331816112945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17304733/posts/default/116268331816112945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drowninginwords.blogspot.com/2006/11/between-temptation-and-madness-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Sammie {Vânia C.}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10449568217231336980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZEQ_03M-aHk/Taru5BNam4I/AAAAAAAAABo/98_-j8JrWsU/s220/Me_Praga.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17304733.post-115654281865507469</id><published>2006-08-25T22:52:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T00:08:57.814+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="trebuchet ms" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" align="center"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mirror and shadows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;© By Sammie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The sky reflects something you once knew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It reflects the shadows of timeless choices&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Different paths you could have taken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Countless choices you shouldn't have made&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Like an eraser,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Your mind wipes away the memories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Which you want to keep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;You are left with the weight of that mirror:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The sky which holds the shadows of ancient times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;which you won't dare break.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17304733-115654281865507469?l=drowninginwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drowninginwords.blogspot.com/feeds/115654281865507469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17304733&amp;postID=115654281865507469' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17304733/posts/default/115654281865507469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17304733/posts/default/115654281865507469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drowninginwords.blogspot.com/2006/08/mirror-and-shadows-by-sammie-sky.html' title=''/><author><name>Sammie {Vânia C.}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10449568217231336980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZEQ_03M-aHk/Taru5BNam4I/AAAAAAAAABo/98_-j8JrWsU/s220/Me_Praga.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17304733.post-115654271341349743</id><published>2006-08-25T22:50:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T00:09:53.646+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nature’s rage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© By Sammie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You try to hold on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To stay with your feet secured on earth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And not drift away with the ocean’s waves…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then you feel the line,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pulling you side by side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to keep you steady&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And only an earthquake is under you&lt;/span&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17304733-115654271341349743?l=drowninginwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drowninginwords.blogspot.com/feeds/115654271341349743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17304733&amp;postID=115654271341349743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17304733/posts/default/115654271341349743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17304733/posts/default/115654271341349743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drowninginwords.blogspot.com/2006/08/natures-rage-by-sammie-you-try-to-hold.html' title=''/><author><name>Sammie {Vânia C.}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10449568217231336980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZEQ_03M-aHk/Taru5BNam4I/AAAAAAAAABo/98_-j8JrWsU/s220/Me_Praga.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17304733.post-115609013657840739</id><published>2006-08-20T17:07:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T00:11:34.629+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thoughts of a killer…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© By Sammie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Warning: Not intended for children. Bare in mind this is fiction. The supposed killer is only a fictional character.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do people associate dying with pain? I believe it’s a form of art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the subject of such experiment has to be carefully chosen and all variables taken in consideration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But afterwards…it’s pure bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the bruising of said skin with a blunt knife the river of blood runs from the wounds along the arms, making a pool on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vision one should treasure, don’t you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17304733-115609013657840739?l=drowninginwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drowninginwords.blogspot.com/feeds/115609013657840739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17304733&amp;postID=115609013657840739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17304733/posts/default/115609013657840739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17304733/posts/default/115609013657840739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drowninginwords.blogspot.com/2006/08/thoughts-of-killer-by-sammie-warning.html' title=''/><author><name>Sammie {Vânia C.}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10449568217231336980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZEQ_03M-aHk/Taru5BNam4I/AAAAAAAAABo/98_-j8JrWsU/s220/Me_Praga.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17304733.post-115608995427449888</id><published>2006-08-20T17:02:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T14:17:06.467+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="post-body"&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;To think we live in paradise…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The world is supposed to be a great mystery ready to be explored&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;but I only see it as being frivolous and a lonely place to live in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Everyone walks around, along the extensive concrete streets,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;bared of trees and filled with steel giants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Every single person walks with a destination to go to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;and worry as fulfilment to their empty lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17304733-115608995427449888?l=drowninginwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drowninginwords.blogspot.com/feeds/115608995427449888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17304733&amp;postID=115608995427449888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17304733/posts/default/115608995427449888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17304733/posts/default/115608995427449888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drowninginwords.blogspot.com/2006/08/to-think-we-live-in-paradise-by-sammie.html' title=''/><author><name>Sammie {Vânia C.}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10449568217231336980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZEQ_03M-aHk/Taru5BNam4I/AAAAAAAAABo/98_-j8JrWsU/s220/Me_Praga.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17304733.post-114702572639849032</id><published>2006-05-07T19:13:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T00:13:45.165+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Look at me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© By Sammie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you look at me like that?&lt;br /&gt;your eyes seem to penetrate my soul&lt;br /&gt;Every inch of my skin burns alive&lt;br /&gt;your fingers only touch my cheek&lt;br /&gt;But it's enough&lt;br /&gt;Why do you have to look at me like that?&lt;br /&gt;You slowly approach me&lt;br /&gt;I can feel every move you make&lt;br /&gt;you look at me like that&lt;br /&gt;And my skin tingles&lt;br /&gt;I urge to touch you&lt;br /&gt;but you look at me like that&lt;br /&gt;And I can't move&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17304733-114702572639849032?l=drowninginwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drowninginwords.blogspot.com/feeds/114702572639849032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17304733&amp;postID=114702572639849032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17304733/posts/default/114702572639849032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17304733/posts/default/114702572639849032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drowninginwords.blogspot.com/2006/05/look-at-me-by-sammiewhy-do-you-look-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Sammie {Vânia C.}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10449568217231336980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZEQ_03M-aHk/Taru5BNam4I/AAAAAAAAABo/98_-j8JrWsU/s220/Me_Praga.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17304733.post-114702392763387601</id><published>2006-05-07T18:43:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T00:14:24.704+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To choose a path&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© By Sammie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;a decision has to be made&lt;br /&gt;never knew how&lt;br /&gt;never knew why&lt;br /&gt;But everything seems to turn around and around&lt;br /&gt;Everything spins like the wheels of a car&lt;br /&gt;And decisions have to be made&lt;br /&gt;Roads have to be taken&lt;br /&gt;Which path does your fate lead you?&lt;br /&gt;Will you be going right?&lt;br /&gt;Or will you be going left?&lt;br /&gt;Which one do you choose?&lt;br /&gt;Why do you have to choose?&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/17304733-114702392763387601?l=drowninginwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drowninginwords.blogspot.com/feeds/114702392763387601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17304733&amp;postID=114702392763387601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17304733/posts/default/114702392763387601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17304733/posts/default/114702392763387601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drowninginwords.blogspot.com/2006/05/to-choose-path-by-sammiei-dont-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Sammie {Vânia C.}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10449568217231336980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZEQ_03M-aHk/Taru5BNam4I/AAAAAAAAABo/98_-j8JrWsU/s220/Me_Praga.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17304733.post-114643312762700618</id><published>2006-04-30T22:36:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T00:14:54.093+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Loneliness be gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© By Sammie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart cries for an eternity&lt;br /&gt;for your aching soul&lt;br /&gt;Love is never forgotten&lt;br /&gt;Home is always there&lt;br /&gt;And my friendship is in itself a salvation&lt;br /&gt;Where your soul can shed that loneliness&lt;br /&gt;and banish those tears&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/17304733-114643312762700618?l=drowninginwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drowninginwords.blogspot.com/feeds/114643312762700618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17304733&amp;postID=114643312762700618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17304733/posts/default/114643312762700618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17304733/posts/default/114643312762700618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drowninginwords.blogspot.com/2006/04/loneliness-be-gone-by-sammie-my-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>Sammie {Vânia C.}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10449568217231336980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZEQ_03M-aHk/Taru5BNam4I/AAAAAAAAABo/98_-j8JrWsU/s220/Me_Praga.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17304733.post-114643295735106616</id><published>2006-04-30T22:33:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T00:15:25.698+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is it me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© By Sammie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I feel lonely&lt;br /&gt;It's because you're not there&lt;br /&gt;Or is it me?&lt;br /&gt;The one tat doesn't see&lt;br /&gt;the reason for this consuming feeling&lt;br /&gt;Is it because...&lt;br /&gt;my soul is blind to the reality&lt;br /&gt;and open to the illusion?&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/17304733-114643295735106616?l=drowninginwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drowninginwords.blogspot.com/feeds/114643295735106616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17304733&amp;postID=114643295735106616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17304733/posts/default/114643295735106616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17304733/posts/default/114643295735106616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drowninginwords.blogspot.com/2006/04/is-it-me-by-sammie-if-i-feel-lonelyits.html' title=''/><author><name>Sammie {Vânia C.}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10449568217231336980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZEQ_03M-aHk/Taru5BNam4I/AAAAAAAAABo/98_-j8JrWsU/s220/Me_Praga.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17304733.post-114432888708003433</id><published>2006-04-06T14:06:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T00:15:52.058+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© By Sammie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am lost&lt;br /&gt;Lost and don't know why&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt lost?&lt;br /&gt;Nowhere to go&lt;br /&gt;Nowhere to hide&lt;br /&gt;But some place to go&lt;br /&gt;And no way to get there?&lt;br /&gt;As your eyes follow the horizon&lt;br /&gt;you try to see the end of the road&lt;br /&gt;your try to grab onto something&lt;br /&gt;But it escapes through your fingers&lt;br /&gt;Like air, you wish to retain it&lt;br /&gt;But it never stays&lt;br /&gt;You try to find the end&lt;br /&gt;Only to find out...&lt;br /&gt;You have returned to the beginning&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/17304733-114432888708003433?l=drowninginwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drowninginwords.blogspot.com/feeds/114432888708003433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17304733&amp;postID=114432888708003433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17304733/posts/default/114432888708003433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17304733/posts/default/114432888708003433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drowninginwords.blogspot.com/2006/04/lost-by-sammie-i-am-lost-lost-and-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>Sammie {Vânia C.}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10449568217231336980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZEQ_03M-aHk/Taru5BNam4I/AAAAAAAAABo/98_-j8JrWsU/s220/Me_Praga.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17304733.post-112809357157699562</id><published>2005-09-30T16:14:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T00:16:46.954+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;My Wall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:navy;"  &gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© By Jennifer M. Dodson&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a wall you cannot see&lt;br /&gt;Because it's deep inside of me&lt;br /&gt;It blocks my  heart on every side&lt;br /&gt;And lets my emotions hide&lt;br /&gt;You can’t reach in&lt;br /&gt;You  can’t reach out&lt;br /&gt;And you wonder what its all about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This wall I have  that you can’t see&lt;br /&gt;Results from what was done to me&lt;br /&gt;Each time my heart  was hurt&lt;br /&gt;The scars within grew worse and worse&lt;br /&gt;So brick by brick I built  this wall&lt;br /&gt;I made it so thick it will not fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this process  will be slow&lt;br /&gt;For its never easy to let things go&lt;br /&gt;For just by brick by  brick I laid&lt;br /&gt;With every hurt and every pain&lt;br /&gt;It's really hard to let you  In&lt;br /&gt;Thinking I might get hurt again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So brick by brick this wall will  break&lt;br /&gt;As love replaces every ache&lt;br /&gt;This wall has fallen and I am free&lt;br /&gt;But some of the debris is still&lt;br /&gt;Deep inside of me&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/17304733-112809357157699562?l=drowninginwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drowninginwords.blogspot.com/feeds/112809357157699562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17304733&amp;postID=112809357157699562' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17304733/posts/default/112809357157699562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17304733/posts/default/112809357157699562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drowninginwords.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-wall-by-jennifer-m.html' title=''/><author><name>Sammie {Vânia C.}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10449568217231336980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZEQ_03M-aHk/Taru5BNam4I/AAAAAAAAABo/98_-j8JrWsU/s220/Me_Praga.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17304733.post-112809290859853084</id><published>2005-09-30T16:05:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T00:16:31.115+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h2  style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hidden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;h2  style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;© By Michelle J. Hampton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span class="quote"&gt;Behind a mask&lt;br /&gt;My face is blank from practice&lt;br /&gt;My feelings well hidden&lt;br /&gt;Deep within my heart a chamber is filled with emotions&lt;br /&gt;Overflowing from  never having been let out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the point comes&lt;br /&gt;When they're too  much to bear&lt;br /&gt;So I give in.&lt;br /&gt;And alone in my room&lt;br /&gt;They come out&lt;br /&gt;In  tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I pick myself back up&lt;br /&gt;Wipe the evidence of tears from my  face&lt;br /&gt;Put on a face smile&lt;br /&gt;And walk back into the world&lt;br /&gt;Like nothing  is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth stays behind&lt;br /&gt;Locked within the confides of my  bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;My escape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put my mask back on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.poetryamerica.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17304733-112809290859853084?l=drowninginwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drowninginwords.blogspot.com/feeds/112809290859853084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17304733&amp;postID=112809290859853084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17304733/posts/default/112809290859853084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17304733/posts/default/112809290859853084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drowninginwords.blogspot.com/2005/09/hidden-by-michelle-j.html' title=''/><author><name>Sammie {Vânia C.}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10449568217231336980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZEQ_03M-aHk/Taru5BNam4I/AAAAAAAAABo/98_-j8JrWsU/s220/Me_Praga.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
