<?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-7250753382491614209</id><updated>2012-01-08T01:05:00.119-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Half-Sentences</title><subtitle type='html'>Allie, Dearest</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distantfire.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfire.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Allie, Dearest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W_WnrbjVlPg/TWb9oquvjHI/AAAAAAAAAgo/aOVQoQnXW9A/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>318</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250753382491614209.post-5027427919480084555</id><published>2012-01-08T01:05:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T01:05:00.126-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>All these noises&lt;br /&gt;Loud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click.&lt;br /&gt;Turn.&lt;br /&gt;Water rushing through pipes&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in this house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can feel someone's arms&lt;br /&gt;Around me as I say something&lt;br /&gt;And fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were with me&lt;br /&gt;all this time&lt;br /&gt;holding me together&lt;br /&gt;As I fall&lt;br /&gt;As I laugh&lt;br /&gt;As I sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hear these noises&lt;br /&gt;and we're complaining&lt;br /&gt;The way couples do&lt;br /&gt;Before they drift away&lt;br /&gt;Into dreamland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm typing into a screen&lt;br /&gt;Sitting alone&lt;br /&gt;At one in the morning&lt;br /&gt;The way I always have.&lt;br /&gt;You don't exist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250753382491614209-5027427919480084555?l=distantfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/5027427919480084555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/5027427919480084555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfire.blogspot.com/2012/01/all-these-noises-loud-click.html' title=''/><author><name>Allie, Dearest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W_WnrbjVlPg/TWb9oquvjHI/AAAAAAAAAgo/aOVQoQnXW9A/s220/photo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250753382491614209.post-7778575936707110849</id><published>2011-09-27T18:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T18:47:57.822-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgetting to Live</title><content type='html'>if I don't think about it&lt;br /&gt;I will wake up &lt;br /&gt;one million miles wide&lt;br /&gt;but not one foot &lt;br /&gt;more wonderful inside&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250753382491614209-7778575936707110849?l=distantfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/7778575936707110849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/7778575936707110849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfire.blogspot.com/2011/09/if-i-dont-think-about-it-i-will-wake-up.html' title='Forgetting to Live'/><author><name>Allie, Dearest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W_WnrbjVlPg/TWb9oquvjHI/AAAAAAAAAgo/aOVQoQnXW9A/s220/photo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250753382491614209.post-6290152364766292549</id><published>2011-09-18T14:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T14:47:24.302-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily Choices</title><content type='html'>In 35 years&lt;br /&gt;will you still be &lt;br /&gt;everything to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are&lt;br /&gt;because &lt;br /&gt;you have been &lt;br /&gt;for so long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but in 35 years&lt;br /&gt;you might &lt;br /&gt;only have been&lt;br /&gt;so little&lt;br /&gt;if we're not careful&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250753382491614209-6290152364766292549?l=distantfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/6290152364766292549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/6290152364766292549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfire.blogspot.com/2011/09/daily-choices.html' title='Daily Choices'/><author><name>Allie, Dearest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W_WnrbjVlPg/TWb9oquvjHI/AAAAAAAAAgo/aOVQoQnXW9A/s220/photo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250753382491614209.post-3963748601109785297</id><published>2011-09-11T16:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T16:56:33.121-05:00</updated><title type='text'>With or Without You</title><content type='html'>The grass outside&lt;br /&gt;like the late afternoon&lt;br /&gt;in my former unhappiness&lt;br /&gt;When bitterness followed hope&lt;br /&gt;like a daily hangover &lt;br /&gt;follows an enthusiastic party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that hope is like a memory&lt;br /&gt;of that Alexander Graham Bell play I was in&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't I dancing in a yellow dress&lt;br /&gt;Or was that the star? I can't remember my part anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Trying not to lock my knees &lt;br /&gt;while the main characters talked and talked&lt;br /&gt;that bitterness is like the taste of warm water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a lighthouse&lt;br /&gt;was some feeling of old knowing about &lt;br /&gt;how thing really work out&lt;br /&gt;how things improve&lt;br /&gt;how life is hard and good when you least want it to be&lt;br /&gt;Change in the air &lt;br /&gt;could have just been the feeling of &lt;br /&gt;being at the end of one's rope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sky was hanging over us&lt;br /&gt;We didn't know each other yet&lt;br /&gt;But I loved you before&lt;br /&gt;Before I knew why I should love you&lt;br /&gt;Before I knew my own strength&lt;br /&gt;Before I was&lt;br /&gt;this happy so alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part of me was always in you&lt;br /&gt;Even then, before we met&lt;br /&gt;when I saw you&lt;br /&gt;I hated you for some invisible reason&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I saw me in you&lt;br /&gt;And hated &lt;s&gt;me&lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt;you&lt;/s&gt; me for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those days are fading  with all the other memories&lt;br /&gt;But you go on, like I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you are me in some other place&lt;br /&gt;Without me&lt;br /&gt;And I am here&lt;br /&gt;With or without you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250753382491614209-3963748601109785297?l=distantfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/3963748601109785297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/3963748601109785297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfire.blogspot.com/2011/09/with-or-without-you.html' title='With or Without You'/><author><name>Allie, Dearest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W_WnrbjVlPg/TWb9oquvjHI/AAAAAAAAAgo/aOVQoQnXW9A/s220/photo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250753382491614209.post-4559558542201589855</id><published>2011-08-21T04:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T04:59:49.993-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Darkside of Lampposts</title><content type='html'>One doesn't always like to shine in the darkness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all,&lt;br /&gt;Under every lamppost&lt;br /&gt;Is a puddle of bird poo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250753382491614209-4559558542201589855?l=distantfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/4559558542201589855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/4559558542201589855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfire.blogspot.com/2011/08/darkside-of-lampposts.html' title='The Darkside of Lampposts'/><author><name>Allie, Dearest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W_WnrbjVlPg/TWb9oquvjHI/AAAAAAAAAgo/aOVQoQnXW9A/s220/photo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250753382491614209.post-3581931153097528901</id><published>2011-08-21T04:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T04:57:23.699-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Life</title><content type='html'>Twirling fingers around my arms&lt;br /&gt;Hovering over me while I eat&lt;br /&gt;Wanting me to teach her Chinese&lt;br /&gt;Hoping I will wake up and find her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart fills and spills over&lt;br /&gt;Hopes twirling around my soul&lt;br /&gt;Hovering over me while I sleep&lt;br /&gt;Wanting children of my own&lt;br /&gt;Hoping I will wake up and find them&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250753382491614209-3581931153097528901?l=distantfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/3581931153097528901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/3581931153097528901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfire.blogspot.com/2011/08/family-life.html' title='Family Life'/><author><name>Allie, Dearest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W_WnrbjVlPg/TWb9oquvjHI/AAAAAAAAAgo/aOVQoQnXW9A/s220/photo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250753382491614209.post-8608774219230462757</id><published>2011-08-21T04:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T04:53:11.783-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Like Us</title><content type='html'>All these questions about you&lt;br /&gt;And before long I wonder if I've invented you&lt;br /&gt;I've exaggerated the good parts&lt;br /&gt;Undoubtedly you are just cotton and brains&lt;br /&gt;Just like all of us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250753382491614209-8608774219230462757?l=distantfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/8608774219230462757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/8608774219230462757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfire.blogspot.com/2011/08/like-us.html' title='Like Us'/><author><name>Allie, Dearest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W_WnrbjVlPg/TWb9oquvjHI/AAAAAAAAAgo/aOVQoQnXW9A/s220/photo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250753382491614209.post-938517333010668833</id><published>2011-08-21T04:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T04:51:13.743-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Homeward</title><content type='html'>This is the street where I lived -- once,&lt;br /&gt;But I've lived more than once-&lt;br /&gt;And more than once I've loved&lt;br /&gt;More than once I've died of embarrassment&lt;br /&gt;More than once I've gone to bed full of hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet this street trumps them all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250753382491614209-938517333010668833?l=distantfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/938517333010668833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/938517333010668833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfire.blogspot.com/2011/08/homeward.html' title='Homeward'/><author><name>Allie, Dearest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W_WnrbjVlPg/TWb9oquvjHI/AAAAAAAAAgo/aOVQoQnXW9A/s220/photo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250753382491614209.post-963195669887897492</id><published>2011-07-25T10:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T10:55:44.395-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Darker Stains</title><content type='html'>I didn't want him to touch my feet&lt;br /&gt;The darkness of these dirty streets&lt;br /&gt;Has stained my foreign skin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This impression--&lt;br /&gt;Me, dirty deep into my skin&lt;br /&gt;Receiving help and care from him&lt;br /&gt;I don't like it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather be the clean one&lt;br /&gt;Surrounded by a world of dirt&lt;br /&gt;Than have a stranger clean my feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such vanity&lt;br /&gt;Such egotism&lt;br /&gt;Such hypocrisy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What typical humanity&lt;br /&gt;This strange city reveals in me&lt;br /&gt;Not only my feet need cleaning&lt;br /&gt;But my heart also&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250753382491614209-963195669887897492?l=distantfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/963195669887897492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/963195669887897492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfire.blogspot.com/2011/07/darker-stains.html' title='The Darker Stains'/><author><name>Allie, Dearest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W_WnrbjVlPg/TWb9oquvjHI/AAAAAAAAAgo/aOVQoQnXW9A/s220/photo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250753382491614209.post-7793085870753001873</id><published>2011-07-20T11:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T11:41:38.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Current Mood: Tired</title><content type='html'>Utter exhaustion&lt;br /&gt;Like trying to see the sun&lt;br /&gt;Through layers of pollution&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250753382491614209-7793085870753001873?l=distantfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/7793085870753001873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/7793085870753001873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfire.blogspot.com/2011/07/current-mood-tired.html' title='Current Mood: Tired'/><author><name>Allie, Dearest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W_WnrbjVlPg/TWb9oquvjHI/AAAAAAAAAgo/aOVQoQnXW9A/s220/photo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250753382491614209.post-6059136821632586954</id><published>2011-07-20T11:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T11:37:13.208-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Roots</title><content type='html'>One foot must be planted&lt;br /&gt;Like those firm oaks of childhood&lt;br /&gt;I used to wrap my arms around them&lt;br /&gt;run my fingers along the deep grooves in the bark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often I ran beyond the edge of our land&lt;br /&gt;To the stream to drink &lt;br /&gt;from that old mug hidden under the rock&lt;br /&gt;Yet I always came back home&lt;br /&gt;and found myself sitting &lt;br /&gt;at the foot of that big oak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even now, one foot will wander &lt;br /&gt;But one foot must be planted here&lt;br /&gt;In this place where I am free&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250753382491614209-6059136821632586954?l=distantfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/6059136821632586954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/6059136821632586954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfire.blogspot.com/2011/07/roots.html' title='Roots'/><author><name>Allie, Dearest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W_WnrbjVlPg/TWb9oquvjHI/AAAAAAAAAgo/aOVQoQnXW9A/s220/photo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250753382491614209.post-5801115121848605917</id><published>2011-07-17T06:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T06:29:34.195-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've learned to say&lt;br /&gt;"I don't understand"&lt;br /&gt;In two languages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But inside&lt;br /&gt;I am not satisfied&lt;br /&gt;With one－liners&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250753382491614209-5801115121848605917?l=distantfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/5801115121848605917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/5801115121848605917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfire.blogspot.com/2011/07/unanswerable.html' title=''/><author><name>Allie, Dearest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W_WnrbjVlPg/TWb9oquvjHI/AAAAAAAAAgo/aOVQoQnXW9A/s220/photo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250753382491614209.post-134985946117141180</id><published>2011-07-17T06:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T06:11:15.301-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Xi'an</title><content type='html'>This dirty city&lt;br /&gt;Outside my window&lt;br /&gt;Seems like a heap &lt;br /&gt;of broken grey toys&lt;br /&gt;Forgotten in the backyard&lt;br /&gt;In the heat of summer&lt;br /&gt;Piled in that place&lt;br /&gt;Where the sprinkler doesn't reach&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250753382491614209-134985946117141180?l=distantfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/134985946117141180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/134985946117141180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfire.blogspot.com/2011/07/xian.html' title='Xi&apos;an'/><author><name>Allie, Dearest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W_WnrbjVlPg/TWb9oquvjHI/AAAAAAAAAgo/aOVQoQnXW9A/s220/photo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250753382491614209.post-7493497959320722019</id><published>2011-07-17T05:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T05:50:32.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sudden Bursts</title><content type='html'>When I purposely remember your face&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel strange&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I suddenly remember&lt;br /&gt;How happy you were&lt;br /&gt;To hear my voice&lt;br /&gt;And how you smiled&lt;br /&gt;When I came down for breakfast&lt;br /&gt;My heart breaks&lt;br /&gt;A great, pale loneliness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were my dad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250753382491614209-7493497959320722019?l=distantfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/7493497959320722019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/7493497959320722019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfire.blogspot.com/2011/07/sudden-bursts.html' title='Sudden Bursts'/><author><name>Allie, Dearest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W_WnrbjVlPg/TWb9oquvjHI/AAAAAAAAAgo/aOVQoQnXW9A/s220/photo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250753382491614209.post-7678526106629850536</id><published>2010-09-25T14:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T14:28:57.604-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where To Now?</title><content type='html'>Not good enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not good enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;posted everywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a banner on the mirror&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a sign on the streets where i drive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;across my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my eyes look like the bottom of teardrops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just as wet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could evaporate, too.&lt;br /&gt;i don't want that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gratitude could save me&lt;br /&gt;could reach into this cloud that overcame me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it could crystallize this truth into humility&lt;br /&gt;instead of empty frustration&lt;br /&gt;instead of pity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250753382491614209-7678526106629850536?l=distantfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/7678526106629850536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/7678526106629850536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfire.blogspot.com/2010/09/where-to-now.html' title='Where To Now?'/><author><name>Allie, Dearest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W_WnrbjVlPg/TWb9oquvjHI/AAAAAAAAAgo/aOVQoQnXW9A/s220/photo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250753382491614209.post-1127736047012937613</id><published>2010-07-16T11:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T11:38:53.303-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Walls</title><content type='html'>These walls are unseen at night&lt;br /&gt;They hold everything in&lt;br /&gt;They stand&lt;br /&gt;This is my floor, where I walk&lt;br /&gt;My desk, where I sit&lt;br /&gt;My bed. I sleep here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning light, my eyes adjust&lt;br /&gt;I see these blaring, empty walls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250753382491614209-1127736047012937613?l=distantfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/1127736047012937613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/1127736047012937613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfire.blogspot.com/2010/07/walls.html' title='Walls'/><author><name>Allie, Dearest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W_WnrbjVlPg/TWb9oquvjHI/AAAAAAAAAgo/aOVQoQnXW9A/s220/photo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250753382491614209.post-2865018099228980509</id><published>2010-06-17T08:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T08:43:23.888-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Logic &amp; Love</title><content type='html'>And I suppose&lt;br /&gt;that logic lives&lt;br /&gt;in every water drop&lt;br /&gt;that flows&lt;br /&gt;and heaves&lt;br /&gt;through these veins&lt;br /&gt;up and over my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the whoosh whoosh&lt;br /&gt;whoosh &lt;br /&gt;of pumping blood&lt;br /&gt;beats love love love&lt;br /&gt;and joy joy joy&lt;br /&gt;and logic has no voice&lt;br /&gt;in the heart or over it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250753382491614209-2865018099228980509?l=distantfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/2865018099228980509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/2865018099228980509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfire.blogspot.com/2010/06/logic-love.html' title='Logic &amp; Love'/><author><name>Allie, Dearest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W_WnrbjVlPg/TWb9oquvjHI/AAAAAAAAAgo/aOVQoQnXW9A/s220/photo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250753382491614209.post-366485438207020029</id><published>2009-12-01T16:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T16:18:51.120-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Renew</title><content type='html'>I sludged through&lt;br /&gt;Each day dreaming of you&lt;br /&gt;Of life inside the dream&lt;br /&gt;Of life that is more than just bearable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we're here&lt;br /&gt;You, my education&lt;br /&gt;My dream coming true&lt;br /&gt;The one thing that I can do with my eyes shut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I won't do it&lt;br /&gt;I wait and sludge through&lt;br /&gt;Trying to make the time pass&lt;br /&gt;Even though this IS the geener grass&lt;br /&gt;This is my other side of the fence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What must I do to be saved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250753382491614209-366485438207020029?l=distantfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/366485438207020029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/366485438207020029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfire.blogspot.com/2009/12/renew.html' title='Renew'/><author><name>Allie, Dearest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W_WnrbjVlPg/TWb9oquvjHI/AAAAAAAAAgo/aOVQoQnXW9A/s220/photo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250753382491614209.post-5567142725024305725</id><published>2009-12-01T16:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T16:14:03.105-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Raise It</title><content type='html'>I don't want to do what must be done.&lt;br /&gt;A childishness-&lt;br /&gt;Feelings of futility that tear down &lt;br /&gt;All I've worked for&lt;br /&gt;Ten weeks destroyed in ten days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this temple has been torn down&lt;br /&gt;Raise it again in three days&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250753382491614209-5567142725024305725?l=distantfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/5567142725024305725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/5567142725024305725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfire.blogspot.com/2009/12/raise-it.html' title='Raise It'/><author><name>Allie, Dearest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W_WnrbjVlPg/TWb9oquvjHI/AAAAAAAAAgo/aOVQoQnXW9A/s220/photo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250753382491614209.post-6622220596006173357</id><published>2009-09-29T19:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T19:31:43.655-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Done</title><content type='html'>Fighting words&lt;br /&gt;Fixing you&lt;br /&gt;Stretching for the light&lt;br /&gt;Almost free&lt;br /&gt;Almost free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could just leave&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250753382491614209-6622220596006173357?l=distantfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/6622220596006173357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/6622220596006173357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfire.blogspot.com/2009/09/done.html' title='Done'/><author><name>Allie, Dearest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W_WnrbjVlPg/TWb9oquvjHI/AAAAAAAAAgo/aOVQoQnXW9A/s220/photo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250753382491614209.post-3278314346791502055</id><published>2009-08-16T22:03:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T05:44:47.395-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New / Old</title><content type='html'>Something about you&lt;br /&gt;Mesmerizes me&lt;br /&gt;Pulls me toward you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to reach out&lt;br /&gt;I want to find you&lt;br /&gt;On the other end of my fingertips&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250753382491614209-3278314346791502055?l=distantfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/3278314346791502055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/3278314346791502055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfire.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-old.html' title='New / Old'/><author><name>Allie, Dearest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W_WnrbjVlPg/TWb9oquvjHI/AAAAAAAAAgo/aOVQoQnXW9A/s220/photo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250753382491614209.post-25367232256490920</id><published>2009-08-08T12:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T12:31:15.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Passing</title><content type='html'>It takes me reading the words&lt;br /&gt;Entering into the story&lt;br /&gt;Walking through Narnia's wardrobe&lt;br /&gt;To know that you're gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this door an entrance or and exit?&lt;br /&gt;Are these words taking me home&lt;br /&gt;Or farther away from home&lt;br /&gt;Do they bring you closer&lt;br /&gt;Or push you farther&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Away, you passed&lt;br /&gt;These words take me there&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250753382491614209-25367232256490920?l=distantfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/25367232256490920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/25367232256490920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfire.blogspot.com/2009/08/passing.html' title='Passing'/><author><name>Allie, Dearest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W_WnrbjVlPg/TWb9oquvjHI/AAAAAAAAAgo/aOVQoQnXW9A/s220/photo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250753382491614209.post-1992322648809364936</id><published>2009-06-23T23:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T23:26:58.209-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Storytelling</title><content type='html'>In my story&lt;br /&gt;I'm not afraid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every single day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether I have it all&lt;br /&gt;or have nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not afraid&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250753382491614209-1992322648809364936?l=distantfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/1992322648809364936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/1992322648809364936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfire.blogspot.com/2009/06/storytelling.html' title='Storytelling'/><author><name>Allie, Dearest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W_WnrbjVlPg/TWb9oquvjHI/AAAAAAAAAgo/aOVQoQnXW9A/s220/photo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250753382491614209.post-5450338466703513912</id><published>2009-06-23T23:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T05:47:22.933-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Screen</title><content type='html'>I tore a hole&lt;br /&gt;In the screen&lt;br /&gt;Hanging between us&lt;br /&gt;Between life and death&lt;br /&gt;Dividing father and daughter&lt;br /&gt;I tore a hole&lt;br /&gt;Walked through&lt;br /&gt;Jumped through&lt;br /&gt;Touched you&lt;br /&gt;We made a new memory&lt;br /&gt;Standing together&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250753382491614209-5450338466703513912?l=distantfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/5450338466703513912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/5450338466703513912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfire.blogspot.com/2009/06/screen.html' title='Screen'/><author><name>Allie, Dearest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W_WnrbjVlPg/TWb9oquvjHI/AAAAAAAAAgo/aOVQoQnXW9A/s220/photo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250753382491614209.post-8083350065439406371</id><published>2009-06-23T23:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T23:23:48.087-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Intermediate</title><content type='html'>I looked at your face&lt;br /&gt;It's covered in mud&lt;br /&gt;Filth&lt;br /&gt;Where you are unseen&lt;br /&gt;And everything is extraordinary&lt;br /&gt;But Jesus put mud&lt;br /&gt;And spit&lt;br /&gt;Into a man's eyes one day&lt;br /&gt;And afterward he washed&lt;br /&gt;and was made whole again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250753382491614209-8083350065439406371?l=distantfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/8083350065439406371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/8083350065439406371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfire.blogspot.com/2009/06/intermediate.html' title='Intermediate'/><author><name>Allie, Dearest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W_WnrbjVlPg/TWb9oquvjHI/AAAAAAAAAgo/aOVQoQnXW9A/s220/photo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250753382491614209.post-411577098314664469</id><published>2009-06-11T00:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T00:36:30.277-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tragedy</title><content type='html'>such a broken mess&lt;br /&gt;we don't want any more than this&lt;br /&gt;we don't want any less&lt;br /&gt;we're never no&lt;br /&gt;we're never fully yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and your love opens old wounds&lt;br /&gt;like paper slices open skin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250753382491614209-411577098314664469?l=distantfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/411577098314664469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/411577098314664469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfire.blogspot.com/2009/06/tragedy.html' title='Tragedy'/><author><name>Allie, Dearest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W_WnrbjVlPg/TWb9oquvjHI/AAAAAAAAAgo/aOVQoQnXW9A/s220/photo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250753382491614209.post-19582713075860450</id><published>2009-05-02T22:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T22:57:57.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trees</title><content type='html'>All this new life hovering over me&lt;br /&gt;A protective canopy&lt;br /&gt;The Spring trees are in bloom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250753382491614209-19582713075860450?l=distantfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/19582713075860450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/19582713075860450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfire.blogspot.com/2009/05/trees.html' title='Trees'/><author><name>Allie, Dearest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W_WnrbjVlPg/TWb9oquvjHI/AAAAAAAAAgo/aOVQoQnXW9A/s220/photo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250753382491614209.post-2256441060824073650</id><published>2009-04-23T16:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T16:44:23.712-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Scarves</title><content type='html'>Freedom&lt;br /&gt;Her brown, patterned scarf&lt;br /&gt;Indiscriminate&lt;br /&gt;Covered&lt;br /&gt;Among us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her skin&lt;br /&gt;Holding her bones in&lt;br /&gt;Keeping us out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250753382491614209-2256441060824073650?l=distantfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/2256441060824073650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/2256441060824073650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfire.blogspot.com/2009/04/scarves.html' title='Scarves'/><author><name>Allie, Dearest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W_WnrbjVlPg/TWb9oquvjHI/AAAAAAAAAgo/aOVQoQnXW9A/s220/photo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250753382491614209.post-7083444632936625302</id><published>2009-04-23T16:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T16:40:28.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crowded</title><content type='html'>You're a crowded cave&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing right between us&lt;br /&gt;Why am I waiting&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250753382491614209-7083444632936625302?l=distantfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/7083444632936625302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/7083444632936625302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfire.blogspot.com/2009/04/crowded.html' title='Crowded'/><author><name>Allie, Dearest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W_WnrbjVlPg/TWb9oquvjHI/AAAAAAAAAgo/aOVQoQnXW9A/s220/photo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250753382491614209.post-3590674637959567994</id><published>2009-04-17T11:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T12:01:44.695-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Flowing</title><content type='html'>I don't own any poetry&lt;br /&gt;For these&lt;br /&gt;Anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No longer&lt;br /&gt;Do I pull apart their ribs&lt;br /&gt;And climb into their heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best of me&lt;br /&gt;Flowed freely &lt;br /&gt;Mixed with too much rain&lt;br /&gt;Washed down the mountain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now both of us are clean&lt;br /&gt;But so far away&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250753382491614209-3590674637959567994?l=distantfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/3590674637959567994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/3590674637959567994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfire.blogspot.com/2009/04/flowing.html' title='Flowing'/><author><name>Allie, Dearest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W_WnrbjVlPg/TWb9oquvjHI/AAAAAAAAAgo/aOVQoQnXW9A/s220/photo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250753382491614209.post-3627975657352227998</id><published>2009-03-01T02:39:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T02:45:20.112-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Safe Place to Stand</title><content type='html'>A void behind me&lt;br /&gt;Blurring the past &lt;br /&gt;Until it's senseless&lt;br /&gt;A void everywhere ahead&lt;br /&gt;An indiscernible future&lt;br /&gt;The only safe place &lt;br /&gt;Is a mathematician's quiet office&lt;br /&gt;An old book on problem solving&lt;br /&gt;A familiar place to drink coffee&lt;br /&gt;Old towels and jeans&lt;br /&gt;The here and now collapses&lt;br /&gt;and falls into the void&lt;br /&gt;Like lungs that cannot sustain breath&lt;br /&gt;Each moment races past me like this&lt;br /&gt;There are hazards everywhere&lt;br /&gt;There is void on every side&lt;br /&gt;I strain against the blurriness of it&lt;br /&gt;Against the ambiguity&lt;br /&gt;I struggle for a safe place to stand&lt;br /&gt;And there is none&lt;br /&gt;This is my Lent&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250753382491614209-3627975657352227998?l=distantfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/3627975657352227998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/3627975657352227998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfire.blogspot.com/2009/03/safe-place-to-stand.html' title='A Safe Place to Stand'/><author><name>Allie, Dearest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W_WnrbjVlPg/TWb9oquvjHI/AAAAAAAAAgo/aOVQoQnXW9A/s220/photo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250753382491614209.post-4526000699309514791</id><published>2009-01-09T00:28:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T00:30:14.792-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Self-Indulgence</title><content type='html'>Self-indulgence&lt;br /&gt;A little sleep &lt;br /&gt;Driving the opposite direction&lt;br /&gt;When you know&lt;br /&gt;Where you should be&lt;br /&gt;And who&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250753382491614209-4526000699309514791?l=distantfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/4526000699309514791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/4526000699309514791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfire.blogspot.com/2009/01/self-indulgence.html' title='Self-Indulgence'/><author><name>Allie, Dearest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W_WnrbjVlPg/TWb9oquvjHI/AAAAAAAAAgo/aOVQoQnXW9A/s220/photo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250753382491614209.post-6225314597920244510</id><published>2009-01-09T00:25:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T00:28:36.810-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Held</title><content type='html'>A strange calming peace&lt;br /&gt;Like a hand against the door&lt;br /&gt;Keeping this life safe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250753382491614209-6225314597920244510?l=distantfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/6225314597920244510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/6225314597920244510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfire.blogspot.com/2009/01/held.html' title='Held'/><author><name>Allie, Dearest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W_WnrbjVlPg/TWb9oquvjHI/AAAAAAAAAgo/aOVQoQnXW9A/s220/photo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250753382491614209.post-2643245124655856685</id><published>2008-12-26T00:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T00:54:14.139-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Misconstrued</title><content type='html'>These new words&lt;br /&gt;Are afterthoughts&lt;br /&gt;You didn't think them &lt;br /&gt;While the picture was being taken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't until later&lt;br /&gt;That it seemed like&lt;br /&gt;Something&lt;br /&gt;You should have felt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was there&lt;br /&gt;It was more like irritation&lt;br /&gt;Than love&lt;br /&gt;Or than fondness&lt;br /&gt;You should have smiled less&lt;br /&gt;Because now you don't remember&lt;br /&gt;How bothersome it all was&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250753382491614209-2643245124655856685?l=distantfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/2643245124655856685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/2643245124655856685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfire.blogspot.com/2008/12/misconstrued.html' title='Misconstrued'/><author><name>Allie, Dearest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W_WnrbjVlPg/TWb9oquvjHI/AAAAAAAAAgo/aOVQoQnXW9A/s220/photo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250753382491614209.post-4946041207172145624</id><published>2008-11-10T20:16:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T20:17:48.691-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We Are Bending</title><content type='html'>This room I've established as my own&lt;br /&gt;Unthinkingly shaped into my soul's target&lt;br /&gt;Bullseye&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunate&lt;br /&gt;That pile of laundry has taken over&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250753382491614209-4946041207172145624?l=distantfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/4946041207172145624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/4946041207172145624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfire.blogspot.com/2008/11/we-are-bending.html' title='We Are Bending'/><author><name>Allie, Dearest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W_WnrbjVlPg/TWb9oquvjHI/AAAAAAAAAgo/aOVQoQnXW9A/s220/photo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250753382491614209.post-5528343473620624885</id><published>2008-11-10T16:05:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T16:08:20.095-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning</title><content type='html'>I go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to teach&lt;br /&gt;What God has said&lt;br /&gt;To the generation before me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to learn&lt;br /&gt;What he is saying&lt;br /&gt;To us&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250753382491614209-5528343473620624885?l=distantfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/5528343473620624885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/5528343473620624885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfire.blogspot.com/2008/11/learning.html' title='Learning'/><author><name>Allie, Dearest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W_WnrbjVlPg/TWb9oquvjHI/AAAAAAAAAgo/aOVQoQnXW9A/s220/photo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250753382491614209.post-1059512849286826744</id><published>2008-11-10T15:45:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T15:48:09.162-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Similar</title><content type='html'>That homeless man&lt;br /&gt;Sitting on the short wall&lt;br /&gt;Paused in reflection&lt;br /&gt;Looks a lot like my dad looks&lt;br /&gt;When his mind has wandered&lt;br /&gt;And he's looking off into the distance&lt;br /&gt;Hands holding onto the bowl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I will look in a few years&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250753382491614209-1059512849286826744?l=distantfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/1059512849286826744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/1059512849286826744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfire.blogspot.com/2008/11/similar.html' title='Similar'/><author><name>Allie, Dearest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W_WnrbjVlPg/TWb9oquvjHI/AAAAAAAAAgo/aOVQoQnXW9A/s220/photo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250753382491614209.post-1973808269372758436</id><published>2008-11-10T15:44:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T15:45:28.336-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer</title><content type='html'>Sometimes sadness&lt;br /&gt;Is the only prayer one has&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes anger&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes fear&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250753382491614209-1973808269372758436?l=distantfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/1973808269372758436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/1973808269372758436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfire.blogspot.com/2008/11/prayer.html' title='Prayer'/><author><name>Allie, Dearest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W_WnrbjVlPg/TWb9oquvjHI/AAAAAAAAAgo/aOVQoQnXW9A/s220/photo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250753382491614209.post-4583851950011136712</id><published>2008-11-08T20:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T20:57:35.350-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What Is</title><content type='html'>What we have&lt;br /&gt;Is unattainable&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250753382491614209-4583851950011136712?l=distantfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/4583851950011136712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/4583851950011136712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfire.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-is.html' title='What Is'/><author><name>Allie, Dearest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W_WnrbjVlPg/TWb9oquvjHI/AAAAAAAAAgo/aOVQoQnXW9A/s220/photo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250753382491614209.post-2282509780163089417</id><published>2008-10-20T13:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T13:33:26.701-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping Carts</title><content type='html'>Shopping carts&lt;br /&gt;Rolling across the pavement&lt;br /&gt;Our lives are out of control&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250753382491614209-2282509780163089417?l=distantfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/2282509780163089417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/2282509780163089417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfire.blogspot.com/2008/10/shopping-carts.html' title='Shopping Carts'/><author><name>Allie, Dearest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W_WnrbjVlPg/TWb9oquvjHI/AAAAAAAAAgo/aOVQoQnXW9A/s220/photo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250753382491614209.post-88077262996344928</id><published>2008-10-16T17:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T17:01:07.771-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Mottos</title><content type='html'>Making it&lt;br /&gt;Common&lt;br /&gt;Getting it&lt;br /&gt;Cheap&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250753382491614209-88077262996344928?l=distantfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/88077262996344928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/88077262996344928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfire.blogspot.com/2008/10/life-mottos.html' title='Life Mottos'/><author><name>Allie, Dearest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W_WnrbjVlPg/TWb9oquvjHI/AAAAAAAAAgo/aOVQoQnXW9A/s220/photo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250753382491614209.post-3447213899798106658</id><published>2008-10-05T16:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T17:04:53.804-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Waterfall</title><content type='html'>In the forest at the top of the street&lt;br /&gt;I played in the waterfall&lt;br /&gt;And as I swam I had a dream,&lt;br /&gt;I was alone on an island&lt;br /&gt;This cool water was mine&lt;br /&gt;Here in its loving arms&lt;br /&gt;I became a woman&lt;br /&gt;Grew old and died&lt;br /&gt;Then rose again anew&lt;br /&gt;This very water&lt;br /&gt;A body surrounding me&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for my aging&lt;br /&gt;Healing with its waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was alone on my island&lt;br /&gt;My secret waterfall gave&lt;br /&gt;I took and cherished everything&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250753382491614209-3447213899798106658?l=distantfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/3447213899798106658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/3447213899798106658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfire.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-waterfall.html' title='My Waterfall'/><author><name>Allie, Dearest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W_WnrbjVlPg/TWb9oquvjHI/AAAAAAAAAgo/aOVQoQnXW9A/s220/photo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250753382491614209.post-510218311322838753</id><published>2008-10-05T16:46:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T16:57:47.608-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Brick</title><content type='html'>She feels with her hands along the porch steps&lt;br /&gt;Rubbing roughly, the skin and brick &lt;br /&gt;Paper layers of life scraped away&lt;br /&gt;The textured dark red&lt;br /&gt;Exposes the fresh&lt;br /&gt;By touching the old&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250753382491614209-510218311322838753?l=distantfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/510218311322838753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/510218311322838753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfire.blogspot.com/2008/10/brick.html' title='Brick'/><author><name>Allie, Dearest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W_WnrbjVlPg/TWb9oquvjHI/AAAAAAAAAgo/aOVQoQnXW9A/s220/photo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250753382491614209.post-2453094570474430075</id><published>2008-10-05T16:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T16:46:40.632-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Being</title><content type='html'>Not new&lt;br /&gt;But old&lt;br /&gt;That I have read&lt;br /&gt;That I have been&lt;br /&gt;More dead&lt;br /&gt;Than man&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250753382491614209-2453094570474430075?l=distantfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/2453094570474430075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/2453094570474430075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfire.blogspot.com/2008/10/being.html' title='Being'/><author><name>Allie, Dearest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W_WnrbjVlPg/TWb9oquvjHI/AAAAAAAAAgo/aOVQoQnXW9A/s220/photo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250753382491614209.post-6169989789469598394</id><published>2008-10-05T16:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T16:45:25.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Golden</title><content type='html'>Childhood to adult&lt;br /&gt;The difference is&lt;br /&gt;Playing in the sun&lt;br /&gt;Now laying in the sun&lt;br /&gt;That cherished tan of youth&lt;br /&gt;Was really like &lt;br /&gt;A chocolate smile&lt;br /&gt;And shoes wet&lt;br /&gt;From balancing on rocks&lt;br /&gt;To cross a stream&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250753382491614209-6169989789469598394?l=distantfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/6169989789469598394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/6169989789469598394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfire.blogspot.com/2008/10/golden.html' title='Golden'/><author><name>Allie, Dearest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W_WnrbjVlPg/TWb9oquvjHI/AAAAAAAAAgo/aOVQoQnXW9A/s220/photo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250753382491614209.post-4685291370002495641</id><published>2008-10-01T13:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T13:29:02.789-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reach You</title><content type='html'>This space was filled with cotton balls&lt;br /&gt;I never could say things out loud&lt;br /&gt;I would sit for hours in apprehension&lt;br /&gt;Wondering what was wrong&lt;br /&gt;My head so heavy and tired and &lt;br /&gt;My body so agitated all the time&lt;br /&gt;And never knowing how to reach you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250753382491614209-4685291370002495641?l=distantfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/4685291370002495641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/4685291370002495641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfire.blogspot.com/2008/10/reach-you.html' title='Reach You'/><author><name>Allie, Dearest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W_WnrbjVlPg/TWb9oquvjHI/AAAAAAAAAgo/aOVQoQnXW9A/s220/photo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250753382491614209.post-2768415924284763390</id><published>2008-09-29T00:46:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T20:49:35.344-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll Leave With This</title><content type='html'>What can I administrate&lt;br /&gt;So that when I wake &lt;br /&gt;Ten years from now&lt;br /&gt;It is your words that call me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only keeping's rule&lt;br /&gt;Is for me to set &lt;br /&gt;This letting go in motion&lt;br /&gt;To fret, for sure&lt;br /&gt;And give you what&lt;br /&gt;I can give you now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To burrow in the opposite direction&lt;br /&gt;To make a world alone&lt;br /&gt;A world without you in my bones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To trust&lt;br /&gt;That you will know me&lt;br /&gt;And you'll find me&lt;br /&gt;If you want to&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250753382491614209-2768415924284763390?l=distantfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/2768415924284763390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/2768415924284763390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfire.blogspot.com/2008/09/ill-leave-with-this.html' title='I&apos;ll Leave With This'/><author><name>Allie, Dearest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W_WnrbjVlPg/TWb9oquvjHI/AAAAAAAAAgo/aOVQoQnXW9A/s220/photo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250753382491614209.post-4964337464032848931</id><published>2008-09-23T13:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T23:26:15.522-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hourglass</title><content type='html'>Time winds away&lt;br /&gt;Flip the canister&lt;br /&gt;A full soul pours &lt;br /&gt;Into an empty space&lt;br /&gt;My trickling soul sours &lt;br /&gt;As it feeds that hungry place&lt;br /&gt;Time winds away&lt;br /&gt;The grains of sand have drained&lt;br /&gt;My strength has sifted down&lt;br /&gt;The empty space remains&lt;br /&gt;I change life around&lt;br /&gt;and flip the canister&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250753382491614209-4964337464032848931?l=distantfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/4964337464032848931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/4964337464032848931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfire.blogspot.com/2008/09/hourglass.html' title='Hourglass'/><author><name>Allie, Dearest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W_WnrbjVlPg/TWb9oquvjHI/AAAAAAAAAgo/aOVQoQnXW9A/s220/photo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250753382491614209.post-1720006943514609997</id><published>2008-09-21T23:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T23:22:18.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Don't Know For Sure</title><content type='html'>What if I said&lt;br /&gt;Three short words, like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I need you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you would say is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;You can't know that for sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if needing you&lt;br /&gt;Is simpler than knowing &lt;br /&gt;Whether I need you or not&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250753382491614209-1720006943514609997?l=distantfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/1720006943514609997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/1720006943514609997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfire.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-dont-know-for-sure.html' title='I Don&apos;t Know For Sure'/><author><name>Allie, Dearest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W_WnrbjVlPg/TWb9oquvjHI/AAAAAAAAAgo/aOVQoQnXW9A/s220/photo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250753382491614209.post-1210676211345961183</id><published>2008-09-21T23:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T23:08:40.951-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreaming</title><content type='html'>Dreams and conversations&lt;br /&gt;My pillow, couch pillows&lt;br /&gt;Seriousness&lt;br /&gt;Laughter&lt;br /&gt;Faces&lt;br /&gt;You talking while a strange man chases &lt;br /&gt;Another strange man&lt;br /&gt;Waking up to heavy air&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing if we spoke&lt;br /&gt;Or kissed each other&lt;br /&gt;The last time I saw you&lt;br /&gt;Or if you were being chased&lt;br /&gt;By someone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250753382491614209-1210676211345961183?l=distantfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/1210676211345961183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/1210676211345961183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfire.blogspot.com/2008/09/dreaming.html' title='Dreaming'/><author><name>Allie, Dearest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W_WnrbjVlPg/TWb9oquvjHI/AAAAAAAAAgo/aOVQoQnXW9A/s220/photo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250753382491614209.post-6733150672999923475</id><published>2008-09-20T00:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T00:35:33.042-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Close Enough</title><content type='html'>I feel the pressure&lt;br /&gt;Something right here&lt;br /&gt;Touching my bottom lip&lt;br /&gt;I can feel you in front of me&lt;br /&gt;In this empty room&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250753382491614209-6733150672999923475?l=distantfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/6733150672999923475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/6733150672999923475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfire.blogspot.com/2008/09/close-enough.html' title='Close Enough'/><author><name>Allie, Dearest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W_WnrbjVlPg/TWb9oquvjHI/AAAAAAAAAgo/aOVQoQnXW9A/s220/photo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250753382491614209.post-3371895549472713413</id><published>2008-09-16T23:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T23:19:05.864-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cigarettes</title><content type='html'>Burned cigarettes &lt;br /&gt;Curled up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like little girls&lt;br /&gt;With unwashed, yellow hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping in a bed of ashes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250753382491614209-3371895549472713413?l=distantfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/3371895549472713413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/3371895549472713413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfire.blogspot.com/2008/09/cigarettes.html' title='Cigarettes'/><author><name>Allie, Dearest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W_WnrbjVlPg/TWb9oquvjHI/AAAAAAAAAgo/aOVQoQnXW9A/s220/photo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250753382491614209.post-9037770800934309019</id><published>2008-09-16T23:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T23:15:54.742-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinnertime</title><content type='html'>Not food enough for one&lt;br /&gt;A girl that feels as though&lt;br /&gt;She should be fine&lt;br /&gt;To skip her meals&lt;br /&gt;At dinner time&lt;br /&gt;A stranger, an adult still talking&lt;br /&gt;Legs of antagonism on &lt;br /&gt;Waves of alcohol, walking&lt;br /&gt;You don't talk that way to your parents&lt;br /&gt;Laughter bouncing off lipstick smudged glasses&lt;br /&gt;We're the kings, we're the queens&lt;br /&gt;These children can't take that from us&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250753382491614209-9037770800934309019?l=distantfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/9037770800934309019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/9037770800934309019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfire.blogspot.com/2008/09/dinnertime.html' title='Dinnertime'/><author><name>Allie, Dearest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W_WnrbjVlPg/TWb9oquvjHI/AAAAAAAAAgo/aOVQoQnXW9A/s220/photo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250753382491614209.post-3659721973248727041</id><published>2008-09-16T23:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T23:07:09.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping Carts</title><content type='html'>All my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;These words&lt;br /&gt;Like shopping carts&lt;br /&gt;In buckled rows&lt;br /&gt;Like a rolling, steel fence&lt;br /&gt;Someone come and drive them home&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250753382491614209-3659721973248727041?l=distantfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/3659721973248727041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/3659721973248727041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfire.blogspot.com/2008/09/shopping-carts.html' title='Shopping Carts'/><author><name>Allie, Dearest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W_WnrbjVlPg/TWb9oquvjHI/AAAAAAAAAgo/aOVQoQnXW9A/s220/photo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250753382491614209.post-2209403040655669678</id><published>2008-09-16T22:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T23:03:33.095-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Beggars</title><content type='html'>The one who must plead&lt;br /&gt;At the door for some food&lt;br /&gt;Cannot help but dread&lt;br /&gt;The giver's foul mood&lt;br /&gt;And yet, stuck, here she stands&lt;br /&gt;Weighed down with empty hands&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250753382491614209-2209403040655669678?l=distantfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/2209403040655669678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/2209403040655669678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfire.blogspot.com/2008/09/beggars.html' title='Beggars'/><author><name>Allie, Dearest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W_WnrbjVlPg/TWb9oquvjHI/AAAAAAAAAgo/aOVQoQnXW9A/s220/photo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250753382491614209.post-6992300320985052987</id><published>2008-09-16T22:44:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T22:50:34.108-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunrise</title><content type='html'>Freedom happens by degrees&lt;br /&gt;A city materializes behind a row of trees&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250753382491614209-6992300320985052987?l=distantfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/6992300320985052987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/6992300320985052987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfire.blogspot.com/2008/09/sunrise.html' title='Sunrise'/><author><name>Allie, Dearest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W_WnrbjVlPg/TWb9oquvjHI/AAAAAAAAAgo/aOVQoQnXW9A/s220/photo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250753382491614209.post-8442621386724266849</id><published>2008-09-16T22:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T22:44:42.081-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Waste</title><content type='html'>It's such a waste&lt;br /&gt;Spending time with you &lt;br /&gt;Like spilling precious paint&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250753382491614209-8442621386724266849?l=distantfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/8442621386724266849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/8442621386724266849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfire.blogspot.com/2008/09/waste.html' title='Waste'/><author><name>Allie, Dearest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W_WnrbjVlPg/TWb9oquvjHI/AAAAAAAAAgo/aOVQoQnXW9A/s220/photo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250753382491614209.post-5635168323053320541</id><published>2008-09-14T01:01:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T01:05:48.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Clear</title><content type='html'>No new messages&lt;br /&gt;Still trees on a sunlit day&lt;br /&gt;I can't see you move&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250753382491614209-5635168323053320541?l=distantfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/5635168323053320541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/5635168323053320541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfire.blogspot.com/2008/09/clear.html' title='Clear'/><author><name>Allie, Dearest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W_WnrbjVlPg/TWb9oquvjHI/AAAAAAAAAgo/aOVQoQnXW9A/s220/photo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250753382491614209.post-1224471309462694238</id><published>2008-09-12T16:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T16:47:01.278-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Emptied</title><content type='html'>I emptied out &lt;br /&gt;Until my insides were scraped&lt;br /&gt;Until I had nothing left inside&lt;br /&gt;To squeeze when I breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left nothing hanging&lt;br /&gt;By thin, silky threads&lt;br /&gt;In the basement of my soul&lt;br /&gt;No spider webs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No hanging laundry&lt;br /&gt;Dampens these rooms&lt;br /&gt;Or fills them with the smell of soap&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250753382491614209-1224471309462694238?l=distantfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/1224471309462694238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/1224471309462694238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfire.blogspot.com/2008/09/emptied.html' title='Emptied'/><author><name>Allie, Dearest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W_WnrbjVlPg/TWb9oquvjHI/AAAAAAAAAgo/aOVQoQnXW9A/s220/photo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250753382491614209.post-6081881492098796900</id><published>2008-08-25T17:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T17:08:41.631-05:00</updated><title type='text'>With Me</title><content type='html'>Come be with me&lt;br /&gt;Lord of my mornings&lt;br /&gt;In the night hour&lt;br /&gt;When my dreams come alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come be with me &lt;br /&gt;Lord of my dreaming&lt;br /&gt;In the daylight&lt;br /&gt;So I can live&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250753382491614209-6081881492098796900?l=distantfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/6081881492098796900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/6081881492098796900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfire.blogspot.com/2008/08/with-me.html' title='With Me'/><author><name>Allie, Dearest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W_WnrbjVlPg/TWb9oquvjHI/AAAAAAAAAgo/aOVQoQnXW9A/s220/photo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250753382491614209.post-6531811785195938041</id><published>2008-08-22T14:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T14:35:08.868-05:00</updated><title type='text'>For You, Cameron</title><content type='html'>I'll write you a treat&lt;br /&gt;Something sweet&lt;br /&gt;A quirky word&lt;br /&gt;as yet unheard&lt;br /&gt;Not spoken yet&lt;br /&gt;These lips not wet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But scribbled here&lt;br /&gt;If you'll appear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll write them out&lt;br /&gt;If you'll allow&lt;br /&gt;Rants that leak&lt;br /&gt;Like a prison break&lt;br /&gt;A pen hits down&lt;br /&gt;The key strokes drown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The noise of normal daily life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250753382491614209-6531811785195938041?l=distantfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/6531811785195938041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/6531811785195938041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfire.blogspot.com/2008/08/for-you-cameron.html' title='For You, Cameron'/><author><name>Allie, Dearest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W_WnrbjVlPg/TWb9oquvjHI/AAAAAAAAAgo/aOVQoQnXW9A/s220/photo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250753382491614209.post-8473392220479112708</id><published>2008-08-19T16:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T16:30:22.322-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fate</title><content type='html'>I wrote a poem the other day about fate&lt;br /&gt;And I turned the words inside out&lt;br /&gt;To make it sound as if I wrote about my feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words come easily&lt;br /&gt;When eternity plays&lt;br /&gt;Like an album in the background&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every other kind of thought&lt;br /&gt;Is like collecting eraser pieces&lt;br /&gt;And piling them to build a tower&lt;br /&gt;It is never as high &lt;br /&gt;Or as beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of the effort&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250753382491614209-8473392220479112708?l=distantfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/8473392220479112708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/8473392220479112708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfire.blogspot.com/2008/08/fate.html' title='Fate'/><author><name>Allie, Dearest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W_WnrbjVlPg/TWb9oquvjHI/AAAAAAAAAgo/aOVQoQnXW9A/s220/photo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250753382491614209.post-1291187874039505077</id><published>2008-08-19T16:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T16:21:41.159-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If Looking Leads</title><content type='html'>If looking leads to love&lt;br /&gt;Then blindness is &lt;br /&gt;The best resolve&lt;br /&gt;To love you not&lt;br /&gt;More and more each day&lt;br /&gt;To stay away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If looking leads to love&lt;br /&gt;Then steel shields &lt;br /&gt;Must cover these eyes&lt;br /&gt;So that finding you not&lt;br /&gt;More and more each day&lt;br /&gt;I love you not any more&lt;br /&gt;Or in any way&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250753382491614209-1291187874039505077?l=distantfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/1291187874039505077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/1291187874039505077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfire.blogspot.com/2008/08/if-looking-leads.html' title='If Looking Leads'/><author><name>Allie, Dearest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W_WnrbjVlPg/TWb9oquvjHI/AAAAAAAAAgo/aOVQoQnXW9A/s220/photo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250753382491614209.post-952925861711150373</id><published>2008-08-18T17:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T17:30:41.024-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ring Around</title><content type='html'>A three car pile up&lt;br /&gt;An inbox full of mail&lt;br /&gt;An unanswered letter&lt;br /&gt;A guest from out of town&lt;br /&gt;Something said in haste&lt;br /&gt;Spoken out of waste&lt;br /&gt;We all fall down&lt;br /&gt;We all fall down&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250753382491614209-952925861711150373?l=distantfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/952925861711150373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/952925861711150373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfire.blogspot.com/2008/08/ring-around.html' title='Ring Around'/><author><name>Allie, Dearest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W_WnrbjVlPg/TWb9oquvjHI/AAAAAAAAAgo/aOVQoQnXW9A/s220/photo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250753382491614209.post-5669981519597089657</id><published>2008-08-17T20:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T20:29:06.679-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Until You're Threadbare</title><content type='html'>Of course I'm searching all these pages&lt;br /&gt;Just for you&lt;br /&gt;Hoping that your scent lingers&lt;br /&gt;That I'll see your eyes reflected here&lt;br /&gt;I'm wearing your thoughts like a blanket&lt;br /&gt;As I lay here&lt;br /&gt;Fumbling with pencils&lt;br /&gt;Drawing sketches&lt;br /&gt;I put you around me&lt;br /&gt;And I twirl you around my arms&lt;br /&gt;Like this&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250753382491614209-5669981519597089657?l=distantfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/5669981519597089657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/5669981519597089657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfire.blogspot.com/2008/08/until-youre-threadbare.html' title='Until You&apos;re Threadbare'/><author><name>Allie, Dearest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W_WnrbjVlPg/TWb9oquvjHI/AAAAAAAAAgo/aOVQoQnXW9A/s220/photo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250753382491614209.post-4328716632282934854</id><published>2008-08-17T00:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T00:42:06.492-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Language Fit</title><content type='html'>An experiment&lt;br /&gt;Without words&lt;br /&gt;The warm air &lt;br /&gt;Like an energy conductor&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts barely more than whispers&lt;br /&gt;Heard inside my knees&lt;br /&gt;Echoing of silly strings&lt;br /&gt;Tying all these bones together&lt;br /&gt;Shouting from ligaments&lt;br /&gt;Elbow to shoulder&lt;br /&gt;My spine, a giant typewriter&lt;br /&gt;Like words across a sky&lt;br /&gt;Graffiti on a side street wall&lt;br /&gt;Pass by me&lt;br /&gt;Look this way&lt;br /&gt;My body language tells it all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250753382491614209-4328716632282934854?l=distantfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/4328716632282934854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/4328716632282934854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfire.blogspot.com/2008/08/language-fit.html' title='Language Fit'/><author><name>Allie, Dearest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W_WnrbjVlPg/TWb9oquvjHI/AAAAAAAAAgo/aOVQoQnXW9A/s220/photo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250753382491614209.post-5721975539893531746</id><published>2008-08-14T11:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T11:40:01.229-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pounding, Beating</title><content type='html'>Pounding on the wall&lt;br /&gt;A simple beat&lt;br /&gt;Stamping feet along the street&lt;br /&gt;The sound of seeping energy&lt;br /&gt;Windows open, fingers tapping&lt;br /&gt;Driving through the fields&lt;br /&gt;Musical echoes&lt;br /&gt;Like heartbeats&lt;br /&gt;Alive and well&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250753382491614209-5721975539893531746?l=distantfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/5721975539893531746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/5721975539893531746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfire.blogspot.com/2008/08/pounding-beating.html' title='Pounding, Beating'/><author><name>Allie, Dearest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W_WnrbjVlPg/TWb9oquvjHI/AAAAAAAAAgo/aOVQoQnXW9A/s220/photo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250753382491614209.post-8291299101387049749</id><published>2008-08-13T11:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T10:53:30.939-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll Change My Mind</title><content type='html'>I'll change my mind&lt;br /&gt;Ten thousand times today&lt;br /&gt;I'll change my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time I've eaten lunch&lt;br /&gt;Your soul will pierce me&lt;br /&gt;Through and through&lt;br /&gt;Five thousand times&lt;br /&gt;I will fall in love with you&lt;br /&gt;Five thousand times&lt;br /&gt;I'll not love you&lt;br /&gt;I'll change my mind&lt;br /&gt;Until it's true&lt;br /&gt;All day long&lt;br /&gt;I'll change my mind&lt;br /&gt;Ten thousand times &lt;br /&gt;Before this day is through&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250753382491614209-8291299101387049749?l=distantfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/8291299101387049749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/8291299101387049749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfire.blogspot.com/2008/08/ill-change-my-mind.html' title='I&apos;ll Change My Mind'/><author><name>Allie, Dearest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W_WnrbjVlPg/TWb9oquvjHI/AAAAAAAAAgo/aOVQoQnXW9A/s220/photo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250753382491614209.post-7124290260127822411</id><published>2008-08-12T14:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T14:24:46.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hands</title><content type='html'>My fingertips brushed your hand&lt;br /&gt;You walk so fast&lt;br /&gt;Our faces burned in the silence&lt;br /&gt;I changed the subject&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250753382491614209-7124290260127822411?l=distantfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/7124290260127822411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/7124290260127822411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfire.blogspot.com/2008/08/hands.html' title='Hands'/><author><name>Allie, Dearest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W_WnrbjVlPg/TWb9oquvjHI/AAAAAAAAAgo/aOVQoQnXW9A/s220/photo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250753382491614209.post-2043517458853612099</id><published>2008-08-12T13:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T13:22:04.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blonde Paranoia</title><content type='html'>In fluorescent lights&lt;br /&gt;she snipped the ends&lt;br /&gt;My hair tumbled down&lt;br /&gt;Into the mirror &lt;br /&gt;I watched my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Imagining how different I could look&lt;br /&gt;As a brunette&lt;br /&gt;Or even a dark blonde&lt;br /&gt;Darker than this golden mix&lt;br /&gt;Darker than this bleachy, depthless me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll go darker&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I thought&lt;br /&gt;I'll leave here and go get a dark syrup concoction&lt;br /&gt;From the corner drugstore&lt;br /&gt;And I'll fill in the bleachiness with color&lt;br /&gt;With dark and brooding color&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in a moment I'll be smarter&lt;br /&gt;I'll be deeper&lt;br /&gt;I'll be more fascinating&lt;br /&gt;I thought to myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a woman walked in&lt;br /&gt;Frumpy, reddish cheeks&lt;br /&gt;She had dark blonde, ashy hair&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't have seen her in a crowd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blonde stays&lt;br /&gt;It's not so bad&lt;br /&gt;It brings out my skin tones&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250753382491614209-2043517458853612099?l=distantfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/2043517458853612099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/2043517458853612099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfire.blogspot.com/2008/08/blonde-paranoia.html' title='Blonde Paranoia'/><author><name>Allie, Dearest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W_WnrbjVlPg/TWb9oquvjHI/AAAAAAAAAgo/aOVQoQnXW9A/s220/photo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250753382491614209.post-2816698970103931093</id><published>2008-08-11T16:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T16:54:44.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer</title><content type='html'>Traveling this fall&lt;br /&gt;My lips upon your forehead&lt;br /&gt;An early rain storm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250753382491614209-2816698970103931093?l=distantfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/2816698970103931093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/2816698970103931093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfire.blogspot.com/2008/08/summer.html' title='Summer'/><author><name>Allie, Dearest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W_WnrbjVlPg/TWb9oquvjHI/AAAAAAAAAgo/aOVQoQnXW9A/s220/photo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250753382491614209.post-1832271224652585161</id><published>2008-08-01T14:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T14:20:17.141-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Me, Flying High</title><content type='html'>I'm finally done&lt;br /&gt;With fighting fights that I can't win&lt;br /&gt;Singing songs without a key &lt;br /&gt;to sing in&lt;br /&gt;I've changed my sails and lifted high&lt;br /&gt;a mast the color of my eyes&lt;br /&gt;To sail a sea I've always been&lt;br /&gt;Sheltered by death from death's hand&lt;br /&gt;Forced ahead by a bending wind&lt;br /&gt;Flying now, and skimming heaven&lt;br /&gt;With a trail of beginnings&lt;br /&gt;Falling away from the many oars&lt;br /&gt;Diamonds&lt;br /&gt;Falling away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, flying high&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250753382491614209-1832271224652585161?l=distantfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/1832271224652585161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/1832271224652585161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfire.blogspot.com/2008/08/me-flying-high.html' title='Me, Flying High'/><author><name>Allie, Dearest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W_WnrbjVlPg/TWb9oquvjHI/AAAAAAAAAgo/aOVQoQnXW9A/s220/photo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250753382491614209.post-4027027994586947832</id><published>2008-06-21T23:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T23:30:34.552-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Word Unfit</title><content type='html'>Not all words should carry the same weight&lt;br /&gt;Not all are meant to&lt;br /&gt;Occasionally, such words are spoken that can&lt;br /&gt;Separate the firmaments&lt;br /&gt;Until the fountains of the deep are broken&lt;br /&gt;Spilling out water from a great, unseen well&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250753382491614209-4027027994586947832?l=distantfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/4027027994586947832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/4027027994586947832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfire.blogspot.com/2008/06/word-unfit.html' title='A Word Unfit'/><author><name>Allie, Dearest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W_WnrbjVlPg/TWb9oquvjHI/AAAAAAAAAgo/aOVQoQnXW9A/s220/photo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250753382491614209.post-592578665824902449</id><published>2008-06-16T20:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T20:22:58.208-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart Racing</title><content type='html'>Piano keys and broken fingernails&lt;br /&gt;Playing songs so quickly&lt;br /&gt;So breathlessly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250753382491614209-592578665824902449?l=distantfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/592578665824902449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/592578665824902449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfire.blogspot.com/2008/06/heart-racing.html' title='Heart Racing'/><author><name>Allie, Dearest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W_WnrbjVlPg/TWb9oquvjHI/AAAAAAAAAgo/aOVQoQnXW9A/s220/photo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250753382491614209.post-6525774090600853835</id><published>2008-05-21T20:37:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T14:16:31.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Actress</title><content type='html'>I'm not the thing I was before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked in on someone else's dream&lt;br /&gt;Ran away to end the scene&lt;br /&gt;But left with the wrong purse and hat&lt;br /&gt;And I can't seem to make it back&lt;br /&gt;To find my favorite pretty things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that none of this fits right&lt;br /&gt;And I can't say for sure if I loved you&lt;br /&gt;In my dreams this heart was screwed on tight&lt;br /&gt;And I didn't have to hurt myself&lt;br /&gt;To make it easy for you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250753382491614209-6525774090600853835?l=distantfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/6525774090600853835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/6525774090600853835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfire.blogspot.com/2008/05/actress.html' title='Actress'/><author><name>Allie, Dearest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W_WnrbjVlPg/TWb9oquvjHI/AAAAAAAAAgo/aOVQoQnXW9A/s220/photo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250753382491614209.post-7779045187086275920</id><published>2008-05-21T20:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T20:20:16.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Horseman Cometh</title><content type='html'>A childish heart and futile gestures&lt;br /&gt;Thrashing to pieces the box she's in&lt;br /&gt;Pulsing frustration in desperate answers&lt;br /&gt;Falling on the ground again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obvious inequalities&lt;br /&gt;Servitude to rules unseen&lt;br /&gt;Falling short of every hope&lt;br /&gt;Falling short of everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solitude is coming for you&lt;br /&gt;Put on your best and wait for him&lt;br /&gt;The time has come to give what's due&lt;br /&gt;To your reluctant, lifelong friend&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250753382491614209-7779045187086275920?l=distantfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/7779045187086275920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/7779045187086275920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfire.blogspot.com/2008/05/horseman-cometh.html' title='The Horseman Cometh'/><author><name>Allie, Dearest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W_WnrbjVlPg/TWb9oquvjHI/AAAAAAAAAgo/aOVQoQnXW9A/s220/photo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250753382491614209.post-3418438915366171982</id><published>2008-05-21T14:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T20:33:42.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Absolution</title><content type='html'>Lift the weight from your chest&lt;br /&gt;--up to the sky&lt;br /&gt;The faithful ground holds you down&lt;br /&gt;You won't be tossed aside&lt;br /&gt;Open your arms wide&lt;br /&gt;A love will close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Fill your arms with paradise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fill your breath with heavy confession&lt;br /&gt;The wind will come and bring absolution&lt;br /&gt;His mercy&lt;br /&gt;His forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;His strength&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In return, your deepest regret&lt;br /&gt;Most unspoken hurt&lt;br /&gt;The continued breaking&lt;br /&gt;Of a heart born in death&lt;br /&gt;All these things&lt;br /&gt;Burned away by His longing&lt;br /&gt;Capsized into a dark sea&lt;br /&gt;Like travelers destined to ruin&lt;br /&gt;Your misery falls easily&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250753382491614209-3418438915366171982?l=distantfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/3418438915366171982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/3418438915366171982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfire.blogspot.com/2008/05/absolution.html' title='Absolution'/><author><name>Allie, Dearest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W_WnrbjVlPg/TWb9oquvjHI/AAAAAAAAAgo/aOVQoQnXW9A/s220/photo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250753382491614209.post-7992252020932465142</id><published>2008-05-21T14:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T14:32:43.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrong Place Wrong Time</title><content type='html'>Shoveling into soil&lt;br /&gt;Digging for a four leaf clover&lt;br /&gt;Stopping at last&lt;br /&gt;This pawing at the water's edge&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250753382491614209-7992252020932465142?l=distantfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/7992252020932465142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/7992252020932465142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfire.blogspot.com/2008/05/wrong-place-wrong-time.html' title='Wrong Place Wrong Time'/><author><name>Allie, Dearest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W_WnrbjVlPg/TWb9oquvjHI/AAAAAAAAAgo/aOVQoQnXW9A/s220/photo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250753382491614209.post-8627372394756989386</id><published>2008-05-14T17:49:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T23:28:52.241-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Storm</title><content type='html'>Heat seeking missiles&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts will find you&lt;br /&gt;These hopes&lt;br /&gt;      Like ropes&lt;br /&gt;Will bind you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your breath&lt;br /&gt;Is thunder's warning&lt;br /&gt;Letting itself go&lt;br /&gt;Clouds are forming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into the storming rain&lt;br /&gt;I storm&lt;br /&gt;My storms, like sunshine rays&lt;br /&gt;Still warm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These eyes can see in the dark&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250753382491614209-8627372394756989386?l=distantfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/8627372394756989386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/8627372394756989386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfire.blogspot.com/2008/05/storm.html' title='Storm'/><author><name>Allie, Dearest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W_WnrbjVlPg/TWb9oquvjHI/AAAAAAAAAgo/aOVQoQnXW9A/s220/photo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250753382491614209.post-4948735055659283541</id><published>2008-05-14T00:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T00:22:47.801-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Complex Man</title><content type='html'>The best smile you've got&lt;br /&gt;Making the most of your rolling eyes&lt;br /&gt;Sarcasm jabbing&lt;br /&gt;Joy silently reveling&lt;br /&gt;The vulnerability of a complex man&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250753382491614209-4948735055659283541?l=distantfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/4948735055659283541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/4948735055659283541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfire.blogspot.com/2008/05/complex-man.html' title='Complex Man'/><author><name>Allie, Dearest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W_WnrbjVlPg/TWb9oquvjHI/AAAAAAAAAgo/aOVQoQnXW9A/s220/photo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250753382491614209.post-8728900536984429281</id><published>2008-05-13T17:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T17:49:02.324-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Night Time</title><content type='html'>Silence like a graceful movement&lt;br /&gt;A dancing arch&lt;br /&gt;Starting, leaping, finishing&lt;br /&gt;Without a sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is standing on the corner&lt;br /&gt;Burning under the midday sun&lt;br /&gt;Wanting a cold glass of water&lt;br /&gt;As the cars pass with windows up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The comfort of blankets on the couch&lt;br /&gt;Candles lighting the way to the kitchen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A warm and heavy dream that begins&lt;br /&gt;Before the eyes can fully close&lt;br /&gt;A sleepy rhythm that orchestrates feelings&lt;br /&gt;The night time breeze filling in gaps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The roof crackles as the air moves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250753382491614209-8728900536984429281?l=distantfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/8728900536984429281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/8728900536984429281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfire.blogspot.com/2008/05/night-time.html' title='Night Time'/><author><name>Allie, Dearest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W_WnrbjVlPg/TWb9oquvjHI/AAAAAAAAAgo/aOVQoQnXW9A/s220/photo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250753382491614209.post-4651909498389214792</id><published>2008-05-13T17:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T17:29:10.084-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sediment</title><content type='html'>My love was an iconic riddle&lt;br /&gt;A fantasy of color&lt;br /&gt;My love carried itself away&lt;br /&gt;Into the heart of another&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love was a swaggering boast&lt;br /&gt;A guarantee and a wager&lt;br /&gt;My love had empty pockets&lt;br /&gt;In a stunning, velvet blazer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love was a private showing&lt;br /&gt;An all too expected encore&lt;br /&gt;My love itself was sediment&lt;br /&gt;Washed away in the downpour&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250753382491614209-4651909498389214792?l=distantfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/4651909498389214792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/4651909498389214792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfire.blogspot.com/2008/05/sediment.html' title='Sediment'/><author><name>Allie, Dearest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W_WnrbjVlPg/TWb9oquvjHI/AAAAAAAAAgo/aOVQoQnXW9A/s220/photo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250753382491614209.post-127984791664840365</id><published>2008-05-03T00:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T00:18:31.301-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Out to Sea</title><content type='html'>I brought her another Coors&lt;br /&gt;And a taquito from the oven&lt;br /&gt;She was laughing&lt;br /&gt;The Eagles played on the radio&lt;br /&gt;They sounded like the beach&lt;br /&gt;We watched the gulls hover over us&lt;br /&gt;I owed no debt&lt;br /&gt;No one was waiting for me&lt;br /&gt;A whale was stuck&lt;br /&gt;She left the Coors&lt;br /&gt;She danced down to the shore&lt;br /&gt;They all told her to get away&lt;br /&gt;Don't go near the whale&lt;br /&gt;You'll be killed&lt;br /&gt;Their voices were drowned out&lt;br /&gt;When she started screaming&lt;br /&gt;Help me, she yelled.&lt;br /&gt;Somebody help me.&lt;br /&gt;They pushed and rolled the giant slug&lt;br /&gt;They were covered with sand and water&lt;br /&gt;She was laughing&lt;br /&gt;Her hair was wild &lt;br /&gt;She shouted out commands until the end&lt;br /&gt;The water lifted the whale the rest of the way&lt;br /&gt;Out to sea&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250753382491614209-127984791664840365?l=distantfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/127984791664840365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/127984791664840365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfire.blogspot.com/2008/05/out-to-sea.html' title='Out to Sea'/><author><name>Allie, Dearest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W_WnrbjVlPg/TWb9oquvjHI/AAAAAAAAAgo/aOVQoQnXW9A/s220/photo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250753382491614209.post-6106463075617849049</id><published>2008-05-02T16:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T16:16:52.298-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Peeling</title><content type='html'>We press our spines against the wall&lt;br /&gt;Starting at our hips and rolling up&lt;br /&gt;We close our eyes&lt;br /&gt;And we push our bodies back&lt;br /&gt;Until each vertebrae is touching&lt;br /&gt;And pressing &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wait&lt;br /&gt;We breathe&lt;br /&gt;We feel how heavy our arms are&lt;br /&gt;Our heads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We peel ourselves away from the wall&lt;br /&gt;From the bottoms of our shoulder blades&lt;br /&gt;We wait until each vertebrae&lt;br /&gt;Lifts itself away from the wall&lt;br /&gt;First one, then two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We treat them as people&lt;br /&gt;As friends&lt;br /&gt;We wait for them, &lt;br /&gt;Until they're ready &lt;br /&gt;And we slowly peel away&lt;br /&gt;And hang down&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250753382491614209-6106463075617849049?l=distantfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/6106463075617849049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/6106463075617849049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfire.blogspot.com/2008/05/peeling.html' title='Peeling'/><author><name>Allie, Dearest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W_WnrbjVlPg/TWb9oquvjHI/AAAAAAAAAgo/aOVQoQnXW9A/s220/photo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250753382491614209.post-7942496922661377901</id><published>2008-04-13T18:02:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T18:06:51.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Rain</title><content type='html'>You fall like rain in this place&lt;br /&gt;I have somewhere to run to&lt;br /&gt;Away from the clouds that gather&lt;br /&gt;But I won't leave you out here&lt;br /&gt;Dropping like melancholy into puddles&lt;br /&gt;No, I won't go into the house until you're done&lt;br /&gt;I won't leave you--&lt;br /&gt;You're crying because the sky has darkened&lt;br /&gt;Watch my face&lt;br /&gt;I don't need to be warm today&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather stay with you in the rain&lt;br /&gt;It's the loveliest place&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250753382491614209-7942496922661377901?l=distantfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/7942496922661377901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/7942496922661377901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfire.blogspot.com/2008/04/in-rain.html' title='In the Rain'/><author><name>Allie, Dearest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W_WnrbjVlPg/TWb9oquvjHI/AAAAAAAAAgo/aOVQoQnXW9A/s220/photo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250753382491614209.post-3886787373287399481</id><published>2008-04-07T16:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T16:49:44.473-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Have It All</title><content type='html'>I feel like I can have it all.&lt;br /&gt;I can have savings&lt;br /&gt;Opportunity&lt;br /&gt;Volunteer work &lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;And FIDO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's mine already&lt;br /&gt;Whether or not we planned it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250753382491614209-3886787373287399481?l=distantfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/3886787373287399481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/3886787373287399481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfire.blogspot.com/2008/04/have-it-all.html' title='Have It All'/><author><name>Allie, Dearest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W_WnrbjVlPg/TWb9oquvjHI/AAAAAAAAAgo/aOVQoQnXW9A/s220/photo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250753382491614209.post-4000741075027971368</id><published>2008-04-07T16:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T16:48:10.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'>VIP</title><content type='html'>Blood turns cold inside&lt;br /&gt;He got uncomfortable&lt;br /&gt;When I said your name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't have access&lt;br /&gt;You belong a world away&lt;br /&gt;"You don't understand."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250753382491614209-4000741075027971368?l=distantfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/4000741075027971368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/4000741075027971368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfire.blogspot.com/2008/04/vip.html' title='VIP'/><author><name>Allie, Dearest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W_WnrbjVlPg/TWb9oquvjHI/AAAAAAAAAgo/aOVQoQnXW9A/s220/photo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250753382491614209.post-8711695532875936364</id><published>2008-04-07T16:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T16:34:23.083-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Light</title><content type='html'>Sunlight on the tile&lt;br /&gt;I remember everything&lt;br /&gt;Your life still shines here&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250753382491614209-8711695532875936364?l=distantfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/8711695532875936364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/8711695532875936364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfire.blogspot.com/2008/04/light.html' title='Light'/><author><name>Allie, Dearest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W_WnrbjVlPg/TWb9oquvjHI/AAAAAAAAAgo/aOVQoQnXW9A/s220/photo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250753382491614209.post-3218810231336520370</id><published>2008-04-07T16:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T16:22:11.928-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Books</title><content type='html'>I put on your books and music like an old t-shirt&lt;br /&gt;I wandered around the town&lt;br /&gt;In sunlight without a sound&lt;br /&gt;But listening all the while&lt;br /&gt;for you to come around&lt;br /&gt;I waited at our table&lt;br /&gt;Where I've been stationed on and off&lt;br /&gt;For three years now&lt;br /&gt;I drank my coffee from my cup&lt;br /&gt;Remember when you offered me your tea&lt;br /&gt;With all of your honey&lt;br /&gt;When I talked to you&lt;br /&gt;But you talked to the air&lt;br /&gt;Like you always do&lt;br /&gt;I sat at our table for hours&lt;br /&gt;In your books&lt;br /&gt;With your music&lt;br /&gt;And my coffee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250753382491614209-3218810231336520370?l=distantfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/3218810231336520370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/3218810231336520370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfire.blogspot.com/2008/04/your-books.html' title='Your Books'/><author><name>Allie, Dearest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W_WnrbjVlPg/TWb9oquvjHI/AAAAAAAAAgo/aOVQoQnXW9A/s220/photo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250753382491614209.post-1359101954382066236</id><published>2008-03-24T23:51:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T00:08:58.829-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Underwoman</title><content type='html'>Cotton familiarities scattered&lt;br /&gt;Dollar bills, coins, worn purses dropped quickly&lt;br /&gt;Belonging to a woman of her own&lt;br /&gt;Not a figure of local social holes&lt;br /&gt;Nor written down by an author's design&lt;br /&gt;The curve of her cursive letters in pen&lt;br /&gt;The only her that is ever written&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tired body curled inside the sheets&lt;br /&gt;The status quo is silently asleep&lt;br /&gt;The formulated face has come undone&lt;br /&gt;Under the trance of quiet's simple song&lt;br /&gt;One part of her is always wide awake&lt;br /&gt;Her heart, that bleeds a thousand seas each day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seas are born and bring ashore good news&lt;br /&gt;They dry and leave behind an emptiness&lt;br /&gt;That fills itself and never fully rests&lt;br /&gt;The pumping pushes out and gathers in&lt;br /&gt;In perfect time to do it all again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250753382491614209-1359101954382066236?l=distantfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/1359101954382066236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/1359101954382066236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfire.blogspot.com/2008/03/underwoman.html' title='Underwoman'/><author><name>Allie, Dearest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W_WnrbjVlPg/TWb9oquvjHI/AAAAAAAAAgo/aOVQoQnXW9A/s220/photo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250753382491614209.post-756403530492242882</id><published>2008-03-23T12:15:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T23:51:46.321-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Destination</title><content type='html'>I became&lt;br /&gt;It satisfied me&lt;br /&gt;A wholeness&lt;br /&gt;A fullness&lt;br /&gt;Until you passed by me&lt;br /&gt;And what I had become&lt;br /&gt;Stopped being a destination&lt;br /&gt;And became a thing to start from&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250753382491614209-756403530492242882?l=distantfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/756403530492242882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/756403530492242882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfire.blogspot.com/2008/03/destination.html' title='Destination'/><author><name>Allie, Dearest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W_WnrbjVlPg/TWb9oquvjHI/AAAAAAAAAgo/aOVQoQnXW9A/s220/photo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250753382491614209.post-4175898435700529242</id><published>2008-03-23T12:07:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T12:15:03.494-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Second One</title><content type='html'>A second one of you&lt;br /&gt;Much older&lt;br /&gt;To get me through&lt;br /&gt;When I think I need a second chance&lt;br /&gt;To do it on my own&lt;br /&gt;I really need a second one of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An extra pair of hands&lt;br /&gt;Much stronger&lt;br /&gt;To raise me tall&lt;br /&gt;As I fail to find a stairway up&lt;br /&gt;My knees buckle&lt;br /&gt;I need your hands to break my fall&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250753382491614209-4175898435700529242?l=distantfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/4175898435700529242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/4175898435700529242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfire.blogspot.com/2008/03/second-one.html' title='A Second One'/><author><name>Allie, Dearest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W_WnrbjVlPg/TWb9oquvjHI/AAAAAAAAAgo/aOVQoQnXW9A/s220/photo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250753382491614209.post-1756778298923744297</id><published>2008-03-23T12:05:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T12:07:05.646-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold</title><content type='html'>Cold air tricks the mind&lt;br /&gt;Even light can't warm through&lt;br /&gt;This season must end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250753382491614209-1756778298923744297?l=distantfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/1756778298923744297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/1756778298923744297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfire.blogspot.com/2008/03/cold.html' title='Cold'/><author><name>Allie, Dearest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W_WnrbjVlPg/TWb9oquvjHI/AAAAAAAAAgo/aOVQoQnXW9A/s220/photo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250753382491614209.post-3170689218090746722</id><published>2008-02-25T17:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T17:36:30.125-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Light</title><content type='html'>The string pulls me close&lt;br /&gt;Now that we have no secrets&lt;br /&gt;Love is light as air&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250753382491614209-3170689218090746722?l=distantfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/3170689218090746722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/3170689218090746722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfire.blogspot.com/2008/02/light.html' title='Light'/><author><name>Allie, Dearest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W_WnrbjVlPg/TWb9oquvjHI/AAAAAAAAAgo/aOVQoQnXW9A/s220/photo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250753382491614209.post-6508134693501906959</id><published>2008-02-25T17:28:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T17:34:14.540-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Drawings Cannot Save</title><content type='html'>I made the sky for you&lt;br /&gt;A pencil sketch &lt;br /&gt;A metaphor I hoped you'd get&lt;br /&gt;Surrounded by a wood&lt;br /&gt;Filled with good&lt;br /&gt;A sky of all the dreams we share&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But trees cannot see you&lt;br /&gt;Arms cannot reach you&lt;br /&gt;Sky cannot cover all of this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drew a pond for you, crystal clear&lt;br /&gt;I held it in the air&lt;br /&gt;And the pollen danced invisible upon a slight breeze&lt;br /&gt;But I heard rushing sounds &lt;br /&gt;Called heartbeats&lt;br /&gt;All was pleasant and perfect&lt;br /&gt;Like honey being poured&lt;br /&gt;Thick and rich for us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sky cannot save&lt;br /&gt;Arms cannot save&lt;br /&gt;Trees cannot save&lt;br /&gt;My drawings cannot save&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250753382491614209-6508134693501906959?l=distantfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/6508134693501906959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/6508134693501906959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfire.blogspot.com/2008/02/drawings-cannot-save.html' title='Drawings Cannot Save'/><author><name>Allie, Dearest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W_WnrbjVlPg/TWb9oquvjHI/AAAAAAAAAgo/aOVQoQnXW9A/s220/photo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250753382491614209.post-5184956826428202578</id><published>2008-02-17T22:38:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T22:50:39.540-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Level</title><content type='html'>Who will level blame&lt;br /&gt;That life could be better spent&lt;br /&gt;Than finding Jesus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loosely strung guitars&lt;br /&gt;Pianos missing white keys&lt;br /&gt;Men without heart beats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved you in sounds&lt;br /&gt;The wind sings chorus for us&lt;br /&gt;Your harmony lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says Leave your nets&lt;br /&gt;Leave all and come follow me&lt;br /&gt;He says those words still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First steps make deep marks&lt;br /&gt;The water's filled with silence&lt;br /&gt;All is singing now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who can level shame&lt;br /&gt;That my nets caught a big load&lt;br /&gt;After I left home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who could level blame&lt;br /&gt;That my life shoud have been spent&lt;br /&gt;Somehow better yet?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250753382491614209-5184956826428202578?l=distantfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/5184956826428202578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/5184956826428202578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfire.blogspot.com/2008/02/level.html' title='Level'/><author><name>Allie, Dearest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W_WnrbjVlPg/TWb9oquvjHI/AAAAAAAAAgo/aOVQoQnXW9A/s220/photo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250753382491614209.post-6410075383102775799</id><published>2008-02-12T18:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T18:55:29.200-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Metamorphalyss</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;This woman&lt;/span&gt; saw his face&lt;br /&gt;And grew in power by &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;her &lt;/span&gt;love&lt;br /&gt;He searched on, beyond &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His heart tugged toward the boat in harbor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;His true love&lt;/span&gt; lay there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Her&lt;/span&gt; face burned raw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;She&lt;/span&gt; changed into a lion and chased him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He ran through the woods&lt;br /&gt;Led on by visions of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;his lover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wanted to find his way to water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;She&lt;/span&gt; relented and turned into a tiger&lt;br /&gt;"Ride on my back to safety" &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;she &lt;/span&gt;offered&lt;br /&gt;He took &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;her &lt;/span&gt;at &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;her &lt;/span&gt;word, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;She &lt;/span&gt;delighted in the journey&lt;br /&gt;Made safe his voyage to &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gave every comfort to him&lt;br /&gt;Until &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;she &lt;/span&gt;saw again &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;his lover &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And wrath once more filled &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;She &lt;/span&gt;turned into a windstorm&lt;br /&gt;Frightening the schooner&lt;br /&gt;Threatening to take &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;her &lt;/span&gt;life&lt;br /&gt;And wither all the spurned &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man turned round to face &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And without hesitation&lt;br /&gt;Dropped his human form and&lt;br /&gt;Became an apparition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He raised up to &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;her &lt;/span&gt;level&lt;br /&gt;And wordless eyes did see &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naked in between &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;her &lt;/span&gt;forms&lt;br /&gt;And petty in &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;her &lt;/span&gt;anger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;She &lt;/span&gt;startled at the seeing&lt;br /&gt;Of this, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;her &lt;/span&gt;opposition&lt;br /&gt;A form of &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;her &lt;/span&gt;own makeup&lt;br /&gt;A man of &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;her &lt;/span&gt;condition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;She &lt;/span&gt;turned back to a woman&lt;br /&gt;And escaped into the forest&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250753382491614209-6410075383102775799?l=distantfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/6410075383102775799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/6410075383102775799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfire.blogspot.com/2008/02/metamorphalyss.html' title='Metamorphalyss'/><author><name>Allie, Dearest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W_WnrbjVlPg/TWb9oquvjHI/AAAAAAAAAgo/aOVQoQnXW9A/s220/photo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250753382491614209.post-8313278305735232477</id><published>2008-02-12T18:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T18:34:37.236-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Message Not Sent; Resend?</title><content type='html'>Unopened letter&lt;br /&gt;Unsent message of our love;&lt;br /&gt;This conversation&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250753382491614209-8313278305735232477?l=distantfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/8313278305735232477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/8313278305735232477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfire.blogspot.com/2008/02/message-not-sent-resend.html' title='Message Not Sent; Resend?'/><author><name>Allie, Dearest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W_WnrbjVlPg/TWb9oquvjHI/AAAAAAAAAgo/aOVQoQnXW9A/s220/photo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250753382491614209.post-6577717119823704855</id><published>2008-02-12T18:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T18:33:21.184-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Climbing</title><content type='html'>Gain new perspective&lt;br /&gt;Far from where the storm confronts;&lt;br /&gt;Stumble to safety&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250753382491614209-6577717119823704855?l=distantfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/6577717119823704855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/6577717119823704855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfire.blogspot.com/2008/02/climbing.html' title='Climbing'/><author><name>Allie, Dearest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W_WnrbjVlPg/TWb9oquvjHI/AAAAAAAAAgo/aOVQoQnXW9A/s220/photo.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250753382491614209.post-2974435150797107028</id><published>2008-02-07T23:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T23:46:25.458-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunrise</title><content type='html'>Morning under quilts;&lt;br /&gt;Like a book that cannot end-&lt;br /&gt;Oh, To sleep all day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250753382491614209-2974435150797107028?l=distantfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/2974435150797107028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250753382491614209/posts/default/2974435150797107028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distantfire.blogspot.com/2008/02/sunrise.html' title='Sunrise'/><author><name>Allie, Dearest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W_WnrbjVlPg/TWb9oquvjHI/AAAAAAAAAgo/aOVQoQnXW9A/s220/photo.JPG'/></author></entry></feed>
