<?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-3612875879171081139</id><updated>2011-07-07T23:48:43.743-07:00</updated><category term='articles'/><category term='somebody'/><category term='solitude'/><category term='pictures'/><category term='amy lee'/><category term='never owned'/><category term='down'/><category term='chelsea'/><category term='tricks'/><category term='lost'/><category term='he dreams of her.'/><category term='a moment in time'/><category term='guys'/><category term='loss'/><category term='only god knows'/><category term='chellcy'/><category term='broken heart'/><category term='he was mine'/><category term='trades'/><category term='lacianne'/><category term='russell'/><category term='life'/><category term='lost my way'/><category term='lonely nights'/><category term='angel'/><category term='fire'/><category term='girls'/><category term='deep'/><category term='behavior'/><category term='tears'/><category term='deep down'/><category term='evenesence'/><category term='god'/><category term='anger'/><category term='she took his love'/><category term='wants'/><category term='need you to save me'/><category term='she took his smile'/><category term='heartbreak'/><category term='love'/><category term='use'/><category term='questions'/><category term='advice.needs'/><category term='martin'/><title type='text'>DEEP DOWN</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelchelsea.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612875879171081139/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelchelsea.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Chellcy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3b0ewIdg7k/Sa8jBBYjwaI/AAAAAAAAACE/HJ8kyFMfbuk/S220/CR_1015.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612875879171081139.post-305605119172769112</id><published>2010-06-21T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T19:39:12.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever After</title><content type='html'>white picket fences&lt;br /&gt;big bright sunflowers&lt;br /&gt;bright red roses&lt;br /&gt;green lawn and big white house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poofy wedding dress&lt;br /&gt;curly long tendrils&lt;br /&gt;huge cake with lilies and orchids&lt;br /&gt;little girls with baskets filled with rose petals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;big chocolate brown eyes&lt;br /&gt;tiny little fingers and toes&lt;br /&gt;straight little pink nose&lt;br /&gt;bright yellow sundress spinning around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baking for a dozen&lt;br /&gt;picking up  balls and cleats&lt;br /&gt;driving back and forth everyday&lt;br /&gt;feeding and walking them too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laughing and crying for silly things&lt;br /&gt;stopping and breathing&lt;br /&gt;appreciating and watching the grass grow&lt;br /&gt;being there no matter the cost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you are never there&lt;br /&gt;i would not do these things&lt;br /&gt;if you are not here&lt;br /&gt;there are people that i wont ever get to meet&lt;div 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3b0ewIdg7k/Sa8jBBYjwaI/AAAAAAAAACE/HJ8kyFMfbuk/S220/CR_1015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612875879171081139.post-2587953455646077761</id><published>2010-03-17T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T09:34:03.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Todays world</title><content type='html'>people take the ones the care about for granted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we beleive that because they love us that they will never leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but like most times they hurt us...break us and leave us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like always we never really learn from our mistakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we go back and we love again and we hurt again&lt;br /&gt;most people never get enough pain to make them stronger&lt;br /&gt;so like the next 40% of females we become submissive to the males&lt;br /&gt;but i am not gonna be broken&lt;br /&gt;because i been hurt so much that i have learned&lt;br /&gt;to get up brush off my pain&lt;br /&gt;and hold my head up&lt;br /&gt;i dont hate the people that hurt me&lt;br /&gt;that will only give them power&lt;br /&gt;for i belong to no one but god&lt;br /&gt;i forgave everyone&lt;br /&gt;and now i have freed myself from the hurt and the torture and the pain&lt;br /&gt;i am a free woman&lt;br /&gt;i am a virtious woman&lt;br /&gt;i am free&lt;br /&gt;i am love&lt;br /&gt;i am what i should be and more&lt;br /&gt;no female should be hurt&lt;br /&gt;non should let another break her&lt;br /&gt;for she is the mother of the earth&lt;br /&gt;she nurtures life and help us to grow&lt;br /&gt;she is to be saved&lt;br /&gt;to be honored&lt;br /&gt;for without here we have no world at all&lt;br /&gt;a woman gave birth to jesus and gave birth to a savior&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612875879171081139-2587953455646077761?l=angelchelsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelchelsea.blogspot.com/feeds/2587953455646077761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612875879171081139&amp;postID=2587953455646077761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612875879171081139/posts/default/2587953455646077761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612875879171081139/posts/default/2587953455646077761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelchelsea.blogspot.com/2010/03/todays-world.html' title='Todays world'/><author><name>Chellcy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3b0ewIdg7k/Sa8jBBYjwaI/AAAAAAAAACE/HJ8kyFMfbuk/S220/CR_1015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612875879171081139.post-1544406448671075827</id><published>2010-01-24T18:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T17:51:16.685-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='down'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chelsea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='god'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chellcy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advice.needs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='only god knows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deep down'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='articles'/><title type='text'>What i See...Only God knows</title><content type='html'>I noticed that you have changed&lt;br /&gt;We &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; talk the way we used to&lt;br /&gt;The connection is fading&lt;br /&gt;Ever since that day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the look in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;The shadow lurking&lt;br /&gt;I know deep down within&lt;br /&gt;But i refuse to believe it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way you touch me&lt;br /&gt;Its not the same&lt;br /&gt;The way you kiss me&lt;br /&gt;Its not the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a game&lt;br /&gt;But i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; want to play&lt;br /&gt;Its all so wrong&lt;br /&gt;But i just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its only so much i can bear&lt;br /&gt;I am surprised i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; have any fear&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its because the truth is near&lt;br /&gt;I wont ever ask&lt;br /&gt;That my love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;isn't&lt;/span&gt; my task&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love will forever last&lt;br /&gt;But its up to you&lt;br /&gt;To say the thing i want to hear&lt;br /&gt;To defy you, oh my love i would never dear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is true my love i really do care&lt;br /&gt;And i know that you know&lt;br /&gt;That this may go against me&lt;br /&gt;But my love i am still here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have faith in you&lt;br /&gt;I trust that you have faith in yourself&lt;br /&gt;I trust that you may do whats right&lt;br /&gt;God knows why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He knows why he gives me strength&lt;br /&gt;God knows why i have faith&lt;br /&gt;God knows why i try&lt;br /&gt;And god knows why i cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God knows why we met&lt;br /&gt;God knows which path is set&lt;br /&gt;God knows why i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; fret&lt;br /&gt;God knows why i would give you my last breath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He knows why i love you&lt;br /&gt;He knows why i am here&lt;br /&gt;He knows why i care&lt;br /&gt;He knows that what i say is true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God knows why i am in your life&lt;br /&gt;He knows why he let me loose my beloved&lt;br /&gt;God knows why i feel so much pain&lt;br /&gt;He knows who will be your wife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; figured it out yet&lt;br /&gt;But he takes my fears away&lt;br /&gt;He wont let me fail&lt;br /&gt;He wont let me be chosen by dismay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He comforts me&lt;br /&gt;He sends his angels to wipe my tears away&lt;br /&gt;He reminds me of my mistakes&lt;br /&gt;Now i have Atonement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To him i owe a child&lt;br /&gt;To him i owe my life&lt;br /&gt;To him i owe my soul&lt;br /&gt;To him i owe my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here in my human life&lt;br /&gt;I owe nothing&lt;br /&gt;I wish for nothing&lt;br /&gt;I have mortal dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see what he wants me to see&lt;br /&gt;I opened my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; be afraid&lt;br /&gt;He will help you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He will give you strength&lt;br /&gt;Tell him your fears&lt;br /&gt;He will show you the way&lt;br /&gt;Listen and you will hear him speak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" 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type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612875879171081139/posts/default/1544406448671075827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelchelsea.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-i-seeonly-god-knows.html' title='What i See...Only God knows'/><author><name>Chellcy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3b0ewIdg7k/Sa8jBBYjwaI/AAAAAAAAACE/HJ8kyFMfbuk/S220/CR_1015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612875879171081139.post-8147057424647711216</id><published>2010-01-07T14:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T07:57:07.439-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='use'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='martin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='down'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='somebody'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chelsea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='russell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chellcy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lacianne'/><title type='text'>i  can use somebody</title><content type='html'>dont hold on too tight&lt;br /&gt;things is this world&lt;br /&gt;they never stay with us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do we hold on to things&lt;br /&gt;things that are not important?&lt;br /&gt;why do we let the valuable ones go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why dont we get a second chance?&lt;br /&gt;why cant we change time&lt;br /&gt;wht cant we go back and do it over?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the most beautiful things in life&lt;br /&gt;always start out ugly&lt;br /&gt;then grow into the most beautiful things in life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel broken...hopeless&lt;br /&gt;i feel lost&lt;br /&gt;who do i confide in?&lt;br /&gt;who do i lean on when i cant find the strength?&lt;br /&gt;i feel like i cant write anymore&lt;br /&gt;i have no motivation&lt;br /&gt;i no need&lt;br /&gt;i just feel like such a bad person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden"&gt; &lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612875879171081139-8147057424647711216?l=angelchelsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelchelsea.blogspot.com/feeds/8147057424647711216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612875879171081139&amp;postID=8147057424647711216' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612875879171081139/posts/default/8147057424647711216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612875879171081139/posts/default/8147057424647711216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelchelsea.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-can-use-somebody.html' title='i  can use somebody'/><author><name>Chellcy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3b0ewIdg7k/Sa8jBBYjwaI/AAAAAAAAACE/HJ8kyFMfbuk/S220/CR_1015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612875879171081139.post-1780836296194495407</id><published>2009-12-27T22:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T22:43:48.540-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='solitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chelsea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amy lee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='need you to save me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='evenesence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deep down'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='broken heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='articles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anger'/><title type='text'>solitude</title><content type='html'>ill never be the same&lt;br /&gt;lost in the darkness&lt;br /&gt;i was abandoned by the people i loved&lt;br /&gt;left to suffer and hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you look at me&lt;br /&gt;but you dont see me&lt;br /&gt;you dont see  my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its right there on the floor&lt;br /&gt;i needed you&lt;br /&gt;but the world needed you more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes my heart is on the floor&lt;br /&gt;i already stepped into the black door&lt;br /&gt;i am being eaten alive by my own fears&lt;br /&gt;and still nobody cares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its like being buried alive&lt;br /&gt;i am screaming and no one hears&lt;br /&gt;i am being over looked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never again will i be the same&lt;br /&gt;i am dead now&lt;br /&gt;i am gone&lt;br /&gt;its too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even if i recover ill forever remember&lt;br /&gt;i hope you never forget it either&lt;br /&gt;i lived for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was never the same when she died&lt;br /&gt;a part of me became filled with sorrow&lt;br /&gt;filled with pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now here i am&lt;br /&gt;i am covered in my own blood&lt;br /&gt;my heart is on the floor and i need u&lt;br /&gt;the knife you used to hurt me is still in your hands&lt;br /&gt;yet no blood as touched your white shirt&lt;br /&gt;my heart is on the floor&lt;br /&gt;i need you more than ever&lt;br /&gt;i need you to save me&lt;br /&gt;if you dont save me&lt;br /&gt;ill forever be lost in solitude&lt;br /&gt;i need u more than ever please&lt;br /&gt;everywhere i look i see you...&lt;br /&gt;i need you&lt;br /&gt;i need you&lt;br /&gt;i need you to love me&lt;br /&gt;i need you to save me&lt;br /&gt;i need you ........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612875879171081139-1780836296194495407?l=angelchelsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelchelsea.blogspot.com/feeds/1780836296194495407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612875879171081139&amp;postID=1780836296194495407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612875879171081139/posts/default/1780836296194495407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612875879171081139/posts/default/1780836296194495407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelchelsea.blogspot.com/2009/12/solitude.html' title='solitude'/><author><name>Chellcy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3b0ewIdg7k/Sa8jBBYjwaI/AAAAAAAAACE/HJ8kyFMfbuk/S220/CR_1015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612875879171081139.post-6823566244715723668</id><published>2009-12-27T14:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T18:50:09.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A love letter to my precious Angel</title><content type='html'>so small so special&lt;br /&gt;so innocent&lt;br /&gt;my angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my baby i hurt you&lt;br /&gt;baby i am so sorry&lt;br /&gt;i wasn't thinking about you&lt;br /&gt;i was being selfish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i only wanted out&lt;br /&gt;i did it the easy way&lt;br /&gt;now i am suffering&lt;br /&gt;i am being tortured&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby i am so sorry&lt;br /&gt;i am so very hurt&lt;br /&gt;i am so very very sorry&lt;br /&gt;i was stupid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby i cry for you each day&lt;br /&gt;its like i am fighting a battle i wont win&lt;br /&gt;i didn't fight for you&lt;br /&gt;i didn't try hard enough&lt;br /&gt;i am sorry, i didn't believe in myself&lt;br /&gt;i didn't think i would have been strong enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i can take it all back&lt;br /&gt;i wish i can rewind time&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could do it in slow motion&lt;br /&gt;i miss you baby i do i really do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to meet you&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to see your eyes&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to listen to your Lil fluttering heart beat&lt;br /&gt;baby i wanted to kiss your fingers&lt;br /&gt;but i am so weak ...i submitted to defeat....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby i want to hear your voice&lt;br /&gt;i didn't make the right choice&lt;br /&gt;baby you would have been the lesson i needed&lt;br /&gt;now i wont learn what i needed&lt;br /&gt;i wont ever find out what was going to be&lt;br /&gt;baby why cant u come back to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i deserve all the misfortune in this world&lt;br /&gt;i deserve to loose all i have&lt;br /&gt;i deserve to be in pain&lt;br /&gt;i deserve to be tortured&lt;br /&gt;i deserve to loose your dads love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you needed me to be strong&lt;br /&gt;you needed me to love you enough to keep you&lt;br /&gt;you needed me to love you to fight for you&lt;br /&gt;we would have been just fine&lt;br /&gt;i was too afraid, i am sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i miss the beat of your tiny heart&lt;br /&gt;i miss orange soda&lt;br /&gt;i gave up an opportunity so grand&lt;br /&gt;i gave up the chance to meet you&lt;br /&gt;to kiss your tiny hands&lt;br /&gt;look into your beautiful eyes&lt;br /&gt;i bet they would have been chocolate like your dads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh baby i am sorry&lt;br /&gt;i would trade my happiness and comfort&lt;br /&gt;to have one chance to meet you&lt;br /&gt;i would trade my life for yours&lt;br /&gt;i didn't want the pain&lt;br /&gt;but living with this hurt and loss is far worst than before&lt;br /&gt;i would trade it all my child i would&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby i love you&lt;br /&gt;i am sorry i didn't love you enough&lt;br /&gt;i am sorry .....&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what your daddy thinks&lt;br /&gt;i cant say how he feels&lt;br /&gt;but baby even if you didn't have him you will have me&lt;br /&gt;baby i loved you before i was even sure you were there&lt;br /&gt;you made me all fuzzy ...was that your way of telling me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby you will always be my first&lt;br /&gt;i will never let anyone take that away&lt;br /&gt;i already allowed them to take you&lt;br /&gt;i am so sorry i am such a bad person&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to keep u so bad but i didn't think i was strong enough&lt;br /&gt;i doubted myself, made myself weak&lt;br /&gt;i feel so empty now...even worst when i am not sure your daddy is even with me&lt;br /&gt;oh baby i love you ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant you ask god to come back&lt;br /&gt;come back for a day&lt;br /&gt;are u the one in my dreams?&lt;br /&gt;is it you that i keep seeing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i have one more thing to tell you&lt;br /&gt;i am sorry...i know i was wrong to keep it all to myself&lt;br /&gt;its eating away at me&lt;br /&gt;i knew ...&lt;br /&gt;i am sorry i knew and didn't say anything&lt;br /&gt;i didn't want to face reality&lt;br /&gt;i didn't want to know&lt;br /&gt;but that day&lt;br /&gt;i knew for sure you was apart of me&lt;br /&gt;i didnt need a test to prove&lt;br /&gt;our already formed bond was getting stronger&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't hide it anymore&lt;br /&gt;baby i cant blame what i did on anyone but myself&lt;br /&gt;but how do i explain to the love of my life that i wanted to go against him&lt;br /&gt;how was i going to explain the one thing he didn't want was here?&lt;br /&gt;i now know that i would rather explain that than be missing you&lt;br /&gt;i am worst than my own mother&lt;br /&gt;i said i was better but i am not&lt;br /&gt;but i had the choice and i choose myself over you&lt;br /&gt;i am sorry my mind is like broken glass&lt;br /&gt;my heart is like shattered mirror&lt;br /&gt;i am bleeding to death in my mind&lt;br /&gt;i am dying without you&lt;br /&gt;you may not understand what i am feeling&lt;br /&gt;but when i took your life i became a killer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your daddy said you were a boy&lt;br /&gt;I didnt choose but now i know you are my little Angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Micheal&lt;br /&gt;101109&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612875879171081139-6823566244715723668?l=angelchelsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelchelsea.blogspot.com/feeds/6823566244715723668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612875879171081139&amp;postID=6823566244715723668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612875879171081139/posts/default/6823566244715723668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612875879171081139/posts/default/6823566244715723668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelchelsea.blogspot.com/2009/12/love-letter-to-my-precious-angel.html' title='A love letter to my precious Angel'/><author><name>Chellcy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3b0ewIdg7k/Sa8jBBYjwaI/AAAAAAAAACE/HJ8kyFMfbuk/S220/CR_1015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612875879171081139.post-7761197474136054225</id><published>2009-12-26T18:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T19:01:58.464-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lets Plan on Forever</title><content type='html'>You have become my world&lt;br /&gt;You became a part of me&lt;br /&gt;You became a part of my dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fell so hard and survived&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever want to go back&lt;br /&gt;Want to do this forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why not Dream with me&lt;br /&gt;Why not chase the moon with me&lt;br /&gt;Why not  plan with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never planned on you&lt;br /&gt;Never planned on falling&lt;br /&gt;Never dreamed i could feel this way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew i could care so much&lt;br /&gt;Never knew i could love so much&lt;br /&gt;Never Knew how much you make me happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what happens&lt;br /&gt;Once i see you everything Melts&lt;br /&gt;You are my kryptonite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so much better now&lt;br /&gt;I can commit to a task and complete it.&lt;br /&gt;You keep me centered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i feel like i am about to breakdown&lt;br /&gt;You keep me together&lt;br /&gt;You keep me strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know i could be this nice&lt;br /&gt;So calm and understanding&lt;br /&gt;You make everything crystal clear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so proud when i see you&lt;br /&gt;I feel blessed&lt;br /&gt;I feel like its right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant see my future without you&lt;br /&gt;I cant see myself alone&lt;br /&gt;It brings tears to my eyes just imagining if i lost you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all so new to me&lt;br /&gt;I know i am different now&lt;br /&gt;You do things to me i never felt before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love your smile&lt;br /&gt;That look in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;When you look at me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i am with you&lt;br /&gt;I see no one else&lt;br /&gt;Time stops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else matters&lt;br /&gt;I don't care who wont like it&lt;br /&gt;But you make me happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to make you happy&lt;br /&gt;I want to cook for you a whole lot more (lol)&lt;br /&gt;I want to dance with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to laugh with you&lt;br /&gt;I want to hold you when you cry&lt;br /&gt;I want to show you me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to share my memories&lt;br /&gt;Want to share my culture&lt;br /&gt;My passion, My all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to take care of you when you are sick&lt;br /&gt;I want to kiss you in the rain&lt;br /&gt;I want to hold you when you cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if you get dirty once in a while&lt;br /&gt;I want to hug you even when you are sweaty or covered in paint&lt;br /&gt;I want to get lost with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do i live with it all?&lt;br /&gt;Because i love you&lt;br /&gt;I want to plan forever with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612875879171081139-7761197474136054225?l=angelchelsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelchelsea.blogspot.com/feeds/7761197474136054225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612875879171081139&amp;postID=7761197474136054225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612875879171081139/posts/default/7761197474136054225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612875879171081139/posts/default/7761197474136054225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelchelsea.blogspot.com/2009/12/lets-plan-on-forever.html' title='Lets Plan on Forever'/><author><name>Chellcy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3b0ewIdg7k/Sa8jBBYjwaI/AAAAAAAAACE/HJ8kyFMfbuk/S220/CR_1015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612875879171081139.post-2935240391224090289</id><published>2009-12-19T08:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T08:38:50.627-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken promises</title><content type='html'>don't make me any promises&lt;br /&gt;don't say we can be&lt;br /&gt;don't say its will always be me&lt;br /&gt;don't say you love me&lt;br /&gt;don't say you are mine&lt;br /&gt;don't say you will never leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;promises you made me believe in&lt;br /&gt;promises that made me weak&lt;br /&gt;promises that broke me&lt;br /&gt;nothing but broken promises&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont say you will stay&lt;br /&gt;dont say u wont change&lt;br /&gt;dont say i can be your wife&lt;br /&gt;cuz id never fit into your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how could i let this happen&lt;br /&gt;i gave you all of me&lt;br /&gt;i gave you my heart&lt;br /&gt;i gave you the best of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tears, screams, whimpers&lt;br /&gt;yells, whispers, sobs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cries in the dark&lt;br /&gt;soundless cries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it hurts so much&lt;br /&gt;it hurts to know that its all a lie&lt;br /&gt;it hurts to know that i didnt know&lt;br /&gt;it hurts to know you knew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant stop the tears&lt;br /&gt;my mind betrayed my heart&lt;br /&gt;i walked right into my death willingly&lt;br /&gt;i cry for you so much you will never understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i walked into it but it broke my heart&lt;br /&gt;i never knew such pain&lt;br /&gt;my greatest fear&lt;br /&gt;i been sleeping with&lt;br /&gt;i never knew such pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can take a stab a thousand times&lt;br /&gt;i can take drowning&lt;br /&gt;i can take getting shot&lt;br /&gt;ill take it all a hundred times than to feel this pain&lt;br /&gt;to be in such agony&lt;br /&gt;ill take it all rather than this pain in my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you i love you so much&lt;br /&gt;i truly love you&lt;br /&gt;you make me stronger&lt;br /&gt;i have never loved anyone the way that i love you&lt;br /&gt;and i swear to god i will never love anyone the way i love you&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612875879171081139-2935240391224090289?l=angelchelsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelchelsea.blogspot.com/feeds/2935240391224090289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612875879171081139&amp;postID=2935240391224090289' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612875879171081139/posts/default/2935240391224090289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612875879171081139/posts/default/2935240391224090289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelchelsea.blogspot.com/2009/12/broken-promises.html' title='Broken promises'/><author><name>Chellcy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3b0ewIdg7k/Sa8jBBYjwaI/AAAAAAAAACE/HJ8kyFMfbuk/S220/CR_1015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612875879171081139.post-7948700793495068117</id><published>2009-12-03T17:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T17:53:23.445-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Suicide</title><content type='html'>You left but its like you still here&lt;br /&gt;Why can i still feel you&lt;br /&gt;Isnt this over?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do i feel this way?&lt;br /&gt;I am confused&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what i want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I know what i want&lt;br /&gt;I want to be happy&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to be sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its like wanting poison that is bad for you&lt;br /&gt;I am walking straight into my death&lt;br /&gt;I am playing to win&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i win this game i wont get the prize i want&lt;br /&gt;No matter what i do i will never get what i truly want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAKE THEM STOP!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;STOP MY TEARS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;TAKE AWAY MY PAIN PLEASE !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a death sentense&lt;br /&gt;Its a set up to get hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(second voice) You are going to get hurt&lt;br /&gt;(me) no i wont its love&lt;br /&gt;(second voice) love is the mostly deadly poison every you will die!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i want to die&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i dont want to have anymore pain in this world&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i wont have to cry anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wont be chained anymore&lt;br /&gt;LET ME GO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;in the end i guess i have to fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will always find myself in the ashes no matter how much i try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blinded by lust&lt;br /&gt;Hindered by love&lt;br /&gt;Death yet to arrive&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612875879171081139-7948700793495068117?l=angelchelsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelchelsea.blogspot.com/feeds/7948700793495068117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612875879171081139&amp;postID=7948700793495068117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612875879171081139/posts/default/7948700793495068117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612875879171081139/posts/default/7948700793495068117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelchelsea.blogspot.com/2009/12/love-suicide.html' title='Love Suicide'/><author><name>Chellcy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3b0ewIdg7k/Sa8jBBYjwaI/AAAAAAAAACE/HJ8kyFMfbuk/S220/CR_1015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612875879171081139.post-7670138834544891689</id><published>2009-05-27T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T19:38:31.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He is</title><content type='html'>I am happy&lt;br /&gt;I am loved&lt;br /&gt;I am beautiful&lt;br /&gt;I am his&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is incredible&lt;br /&gt;He is amazing&lt;br /&gt;He is mine to keep&lt;br /&gt;He is loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is not too much&lt;br /&gt;He is not too little&lt;br /&gt;He is just the way i want him to be&lt;br /&gt;He is mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His hair is soft&lt;br /&gt;His lips are warm&lt;br /&gt;His arms are welcoming&lt;br /&gt;His eyes are mirrors of our lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His voice is soothing to my ache&lt;br /&gt;His touch is comforting&lt;br /&gt;His stare is Admiring&lt;br /&gt;His presence is intense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i love it and i want it all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612875879171081139-7670138834544891689?l=angelchelsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelchelsea.blogspot.com/feeds/7670138834544891689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612875879171081139&amp;postID=7670138834544891689' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612875879171081139/posts/default/7670138834544891689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612875879171081139/posts/default/7670138834544891689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelchelsea.blogspot.com/2009/05/he-is.html' title='He is'/><author><name>Chellcy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3b0ewIdg7k/Sa8jBBYjwaI/AAAAAAAAACE/HJ8kyFMfbuk/S220/CR_1015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612875879171081139.post-4933305234303008620</id><published>2009-05-13T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T20:13:58.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Death is Pleasing To the Killer</title><content type='html'>Walking towards me&lt;br /&gt;My feet slightly apart&lt;br /&gt;Gun in hand gripped firmly&lt;br /&gt;Everything slows down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind is suddenly clear&lt;br /&gt;Every movement is suddenly in sight&lt;br /&gt;Every sound is pronounced&lt;br /&gt;My body is suddenly cold&lt;br /&gt;And it feels great&lt;br /&gt;- CLICK- safety off now&lt;br /&gt;I wonder to myself&lt;br /&gt;Would i really pull the trigger?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There he stood with blood&lt;br /&gt;smeared all over himself&lt;br /&gt;Blood dripping from his fingers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A faint thud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no hope&lt;br /&gt;I stand with my gun in hand&lt;br /&gt;Already drifted to that place&lt;br /&gt;Where i could kill and feel&lt;br /&gt;No regret, no hesitation &lt;br /&gt;He held my heart in his hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thuds soo faintly&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My heart is gone and so was his&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(gun fire once)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bullet went&lt;br /&gt;Where i wanted it to go&lt;br /&gt;The same place where &lt;br /&gt;His went.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612875879171081139-4933305234303008620?l=angelchelsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelchelsea.blogspot.com/feeds/4933305234303008620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612875879171081139&amp;postID=4933305234303008620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612875879171081139/posts/default/4933305234303008620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612875879171081139/posts/default/4933305234303008620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelchelsea.blogspot.com/2009/05/death-is-pleasing-to-killer.html' title='Death is Pleasing To the Killer'/><author><name>Chellcy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3b0ewIdg7k/Sa8jBBYjwaI/AAAAAAAAACE/HJ8kyFMfbuk/S220/CR_1015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612875879171081139.post-1633220883266609280</id><published>2009-03-04T17:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T17:13:15.812-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can You Walk A Mile In My Shoe?</title><content type='html'>do you know what it feels like to be in pain 24/7's?&lt;br /&gt;do you know what it feels like to be screaming and no one hears you?&lt;br /&gt;do you know how it feels to have a head ache that never goes away at all?&lt;br /&gt;do you know what it feels like to want your family and they cant be with you?&lt;br /&gt;do you know what its like to have tears rolling down your cheeks and there is no one to wipe em away?&lt;br /&gt;do you know what its like to feel like there is no love here?&lt;br /&gt;do you know how it feels to be invisible?&lt;br /&gt;ever felt like some one is choking you can you cant stop it?&lt;br /&gt;ever felt like you cant breathe even when the fan is in your face?&lt;br /&gt;ever felt like some has a knife piercing through your heart back and forth slowly?&lt;br /&gt;ever had some one listen to your pain but they never really heard what you said?&lt;br /&gt;do you know what its like to know the one you want the most doesn't even wanna see you?&lt;br /&gt;do you really mean it when you say you live each day like its your last, but when you go to sleep you still think of thing you wanna do the next day...if you really live each day like its your last then you wouldn't be looking forward to the next.&lt;br /&gt;do know how it feels to bottle up all your pain? afraid to tell anyone? not even god?&lt;br /&gt;have you lost the one person who really understood you?&lt;br /&gt;have you ever wanted sugar and got salt?&lt;br /&gt;have you ever had everyone who cares around you and still be lonely?&lt;br /&gt;have you ever felt hated by your own blood?&lt;br /&gt;have you ever felt that the truth would kill you?&lt;br /&gt;do you know what its like to want someone to hug you and tell you its going to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;when was the last time someone held you and cried with you?&lt;br /&gt;do you still have dreams? aspirations? goals? if you still do then you ain't ready to leave this world yet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is no medicine strong enough to take my pain away&lt;br /&gt;there ain't no one who knows my pain&lt;br /&gt;ain't no one who understands me &lt;br /&gt;ain't no one gonna stand for my judgement&lt;br /&gt;ain't no one gonna keep my heart beating for me&lt;br /&gt;ain't no one gonna be able to put me together again&lt;br /&gt;stopped dreaming on January 15, 2009...started accepting things in life and waiting for my expiration date&lt;div 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Shoe?'/><author><name>Chellcy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3b0ewIdg7k/Sa8jBBYjwaI/AAAAAAAAACE/HJ8kyFMfbuk/S220/CR_1015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612875879171081139.post-6179280435310733213</id><published>2009-03-04T17:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T17:07:05.517-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Cherish You</title><content type='html'>I have called your name over a hundred times already&lt;br /&gt;you held my hand so i wouldn't fall&lt;br /&gt;you waited an hour for me until i was ready&lt;br /&gt;you always picked up not matter when i call&lt;br /&gt;you wiped my tears&lt;br /&gt;you waited at the bottom of the stairs&lt;br /&gt;you help me get through my darkest fears&lt;br /&gt;oh i cant explain it feels like years&lt;br /&gt;you read my poem out loud &lt;br /&gt;you remind me of the silver lining in each cloud&lt;br /&gt;you gave me the benefit of the doubt&lt;br /&gt;i adore you so much i just want to shout &lt;br /&gt;tenderness and kindness you show&lt;br /&gt;sympathy and love you give me when i am feeling low&lt;br /&gt;how much you really, really care the world may never know&lt;br /&gt;but i do...&lt;br /&gt;because i cherish you&lt;br /&gt;i love you&lt;br /&gt;and everything that you do&lt;br /&gt;stand by me forever they never thought&lt;br /&gt;but i always knew&lt;br /&gt;through thick and thin you would be there &lt;br /&gt;with open arms and an ear&lt;br /&gt;i feel so lucky to have you here&lt;br /&gt;so many things went wrong&lt;br /&gt;so many days that seemed so long&lt;br /&gt;oh how i would seek comfort in our song&lt;br /&gt;for when you are not here i don't feel as if i belong&lt;br /&gt;you do not give me strength but you remind me that i am strong&lt;br /&gt;heaven only knows the joy you bring to my life&lt;br /&gt;the way you make me laugh&lt;br /&gt;no price is fair enough if i had to purchase what you give&lt;br /&gt;i don't wanna miss anything, life is too short not to live happy&lt;br /&gt;even if not my best you still love me&lt;br /&gt;and even when you are not with me i still love you&lt;br /&gt;i believe in you&lt;br /&gt;and everything you do&lt;br /&gt;waking up to someone like you &lt;br /&gt;its a great feeling, like i am renewed&lt;br /&gt;i cherish you&lt;br /&gt;for being you&lt;br /&gt;and when the sun refuses to shine&lt;br /&gt;i will cherish you&lt;br /&gt;and when the moon turns black&lt;br /&gt;i will always have your back&lt;br /&gt;and when no one is around &lt;br /&gt;i will be here&lt;br /&gt;to cherish, love and care&lt;br /&gt;i love you so much words are not enough to express ow happy i am&lt;br /&gt;i thank god that he blessed me with you....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3b0ewIdg7k/Sa8jBBYjwaI/AAAAAAAAACE/HJ8kyFMfbuk/S220/CR_1015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612875879171081139.post-3655870067420927346</id><published>2009-03-04T16:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T17:04:25.568-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And So She Passed</title><content type='html'>my voice is gone, i am trying to speak to you&lt;br /&gt;but no matter how i try no sound is there&lt;br /&gt;i am loosing my color, i am trying to touch you&lt;br /&gt;but i cant find the strength to reach out&lt;br /&gt;i am so pale, can you see me?&lt;br /&gt;i am slowly fading, do you notice?&lt;br /&gt;i cannot hear the sounds around me&lt;br /&gt;only the slow beats of my heart &lt;br /&gt;thudding so slowly, only a matter of time before it stops&lt;br /&gt;my viison is decreasing rapidly&lt;br /&gt;everything is a blurr&lt;br /&gt;i cannot find my way home&lt;br /&gt;my feet stumble againist each other &lt;br /&gt;how can i find m way home?&lt;br /&gt;my oxygen supply is running out&lt;br /&gt;it feels like someone is choking me &lt;br /&gt;gasp, gasp.....&lt;br /&gt;its like all my senses are dead&lt;br /&gt;i cant even smell &lt;br /&gt;i am drowing in the stench of pain &lt;br /&gt;the agonny of dying alone&lt;br /&gt;how do i tell you i love you?&lt;br /&gt;how do i stop this?&lt;br /&gt;you are the cure to my sickness&lt;br /&gt;can you see me to heal me?&lt;br /&gt;do you care enough to help me?&lt;br /&gt;are you so cold you will stand and watch me die?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ news report just in]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lacianne Chellcy Russell Martin was found dead at her home in the bahamas at around 5:35pm, tuesday november 4th, 2008, a note was found but with evidence found on arrival the words faded so faintly no one could comprehend what was written. the crime scene unit didnt bother to investigate for this case wasnt homocide or sucide but was of natural causes...post mortem reveals she died from a broken heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[breaking news*] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a call just came in..it was said that miss russell was at the doctor about an hour before her death, the doctor told us....''as i listened to her chest, i heard no weezing but i had to ask if she suffered from heart problems because of the rate her heart was beating. it was as if it was chasign somting. i went on to examine her further where i found signs of a chest infection. i wrote her a note to the pharmacy for treatment to begin immeaditly.'' it is believed that she was too far along to be saved...the medicine was no help at all....now the search begins for the person who broke her heart!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612875879171081139-3655870067420927346?l=angelchelsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3b0ewIdg7k/Sa8jBBYjwaI/AAAAAAAAACE/HJ8kyFMfbuk/S220/CR_1015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612875879171081139.post-3764641020085407398</id><published>2008-09-15T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T19:09:10.187-08:00</updated><title type='text'>50 Promises</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I promise to laugh&lt;br /&gt;I promise to cry&lt;br /&gt;I promise to give&lt;br /&gt;I promise to take&lt;br /&gt;I promise to be here&lt;br /&gt;I promise never to leave&lt;br /&gt;I promise to listen&lt;br /&gt;I promise to support you&lt;br /&gt;I promise to be fair&lt;br /&gt;I promise not to keep secrets&lt;br /&gt;I promise to tell the truth&lt;br /&gt;I promise to care&lt;br /&gt;I promise to pay attention&lt;br /&gt;I promise to be open minded&lt;br /&gt;I promise to share my all&lt;br /&gt;I promise be there when it rains&lt;br /&gt;I promise to share a smile&lt;br /&gt;I promise to respect you&lt;br /&gt;I promise to do things the right way&lt;br /&gt;I promise to be your best friend&lt;br /&gt;I promise to trust you&lt;br /&gt;I promise to compromise&lt;br /&gt;I promise I will always listen&lt;br /&gt;I promise to share your fears&lt;br /&gt;I promise to finish what ever I started&lt;br /&gt;I promise to dream with you&lt;br /&gt;I promise to go where ever you go&lt;br /&gt;I promise to learn new things&lt;br /&gt;I promise to wipe each tear away&lt;br /&gt;I promise to mean each kiss&lt;br /&gt;I promise to always say sorry even if I was wrong&lt;br /&gt;I promise to share your sorrow&lt;br /&gt;I promise to be strong&lt;br /&gt;I promise to never take you for granted&lt;br /&gt;I promise to never loose faith&lt;br /&gt;I promise to never let you feel alone&lt;br /&gt;I promise to shelter you from the storm&lt;br /&gt;I promise to work our problems out&lt;br /&gt;I promise to be your partner alone&lt;br /&gt;I promise to be here when you fall to catch you&lt;br /&gt;I promise to be sincere&lt;br /&gt;I promise to keep all my promises&lt;br /&gt;I promise to be honest and true&lt;br /&gt;I promise to never stop loving you&lt;br /&gt;                                                      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612875879171081139-3764641020085407398?l=angelchelsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelchelsea.blogspot.com/feeds/3764641020085407398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612875879171081139&amp;postID=3764641020085407398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612875879171081139/posts/default/3764641020085407398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612875879171081139/posts/default/3764641020085407398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelchelsea.blogspot.com/2008/09/50-promises.html' title='50 Promises'/><author><name>Chellcy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3b0ewIdg7k/Sa8jBBYjwaI/AAAAAAAAACE/HJ8kyFMfbuk/S220/CR_1015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612875879171081139.post-8541760069491856086</id><published>2008-05-22T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T18:59:59.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It’s why I love you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way you make funny moves with your face&lt;br /&gt;Or when you play it off when you ignore me&lt;br /&gt;The way you roll your eyes when you feel my gaze&lt;br /&gt;I hate the way you lick your lips when I come up close&lt;br /&gt;I hate the way you stare at me&lt;br /&gt;I hate it so much when you laugh at what ever I do&lt;br /&gt;But this is why I love you&lt;br /&gt;I hate so many things that you do but I don’t hate you&lt;br /&gt;I love when you sit and let me stare without asking&lt;br /&gt;I love when you kiss my lips goodbye and not my cheek&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you search my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you find what you were looking for in them for you always seem to smile. When I left you, that’s when I didn’t have much to say but that’s when I knew I loved you. Words couldn’t explain how I felt, and there is nothing you can do to change my mind. Ill try if you try, ill make this promise tonight…you can count on me for life, the more I learn the more I want, until my heart has had enough that’s when I am going to love you. I love you more than you ever know, these words are like orchids delicate and rare and even when you cant feel what I do…ill always love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612875879171081139-8541760069491856086?l=angelchelsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelchelsea.blogspot.com/feeds/8541760069491856086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612875879171081139&amp;postID=8541760069491856086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612875879171081139/posts/default/8541760069491856086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612875879171081139/posts/default/8541760069491856086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelchelsea.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-why-i-love-you.html' title='It’s why I love you'/><author><name>Chellcy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3b0ewIdg7k/Sa8jBBYjwaI/AAAAAAAAACE/HJ8kyFMfbuk/S220/CR_1015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612875879171081139.post-8881169213390120746</id><published>2008-04-20T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T19:30:12.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Take me as i am........</title><content type='html'>Take me as I am…&lt;br /&gt;I have given my all&lt;br /&gt;I still don’t understand&lt;br /&gt;Why can’t a dream come through?&lt;br /&gt;The freedom in your arms&lt;br /&gt;The hope that moves me&lt;br /&gt;The wind playing across my face&lt;br /&gt;Time adds to this flame&lt;br /&gt;The more you push me away the more I am drawn to you&lt;br /&gt;I am not the angel on the tree&lt;br /&gt;I just wish your choice was me&lt;br /&gt;I need you like water&lt;br /&gt;Take my hand&lt;br /&gt;Look into my eyes and let me know the truth&lt;br /&gt;How you feel and what you see&lt;br /&gt;Hold me when I cry&lt;br /&gt;Listen to my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Come to my rescue and stand by me&lt;br /&gt;For deep down ever since the night we met the safest place&lt;br /&gt;I feel is in your arms with you…..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612875879171081139-8881169213390120746?l=angelchelsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelchelsea.blogspot.com/feeds/8881169213390120746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612875879171081139&amp;postID=8881169213390120746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612875879171081139/posts/default/8881169213390120746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612875879171081139/posts/default/8881169213390120746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelchelsea.blogspot.com/2008/04/take-me-as-i-am.html' title='Take me as i am........'/><author><name>Chellcy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3b0ewIdg7k/Sa8jBBYjwaI/AAAAAAAAACE/HJ8kyFMfbuk/S220/CR_1015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612875879171081139.post-921084986902508752</id><published>2008-04-20T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T19:26:21.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its you</title><content type='html'>Its you&lt;br /&gt;I keep on wondering if you will ever come through&lt;br /&gt;I cannot stop thinking caught up&lt;br /&gt;I keep thinking I am just running behind a dream&lt;br /&gt;I was even thinking if this was wasting time&lt;br /&gt;But I wasn’t seeing any signs&lt;br /&gt;Was it because you were on your grind?&lt;br /&gt;I go out with ma girls&lt;br /&gt;Trying to have a good time,&lt;br /&gt;Took a quick trip to erase you&lt;br /&gt;But all I can see is the color of your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And the thought of how you make me smile&lt;br /&gt;But this is an illusion&lt;br /&gt;Causing pure confusion&lt;br /&gt;I am breaking apart&lt;br /&gt;And you are leaving footprints on my heart&lt;br /&gt;I leave a million messages&lt;br /&gt;Telling you how much I miss you&lt;br /&gt;Voicemails going crazy&lt;br /&gt;Just wanting to know you ok&lt;br /&gt;But am I doing too much?&lt;br /&gt;What is the issue?&lt;br /&gt;This is something I am not into&lt;br /&gt;Breaking apart by doing too much…..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612875879171081139-921084986902508752?l=angelchelsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelchelsea.blogspot.com/feeds/921084986902508752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612875879171081139&amp;postID=921084986902508752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612875879171081139/posts/default/921084986902508752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612875879171081139/posts/default/921084986902508752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelchelsea.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-you.html' title='Its you'/><author><name>Chellcy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3b0ewIdg7k/Sa8jBBYjwaI/AAAAAAAAACE/HJ8kyFMfbuk/S220/CR_1015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612875879171081139.post-8403095195937633853</id><published>2008-04-20T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T19:17:59.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How do i breathe?</title><content type='html'>How do I breathe?&lt;br /&gt;I am walking away&lt;br /&gt;With no oxygen around me&lt;br /&gt;I turn around to run back to you&lt;br /&gt;But you are not there&lt;br /&gt;I am consumed by fear&lt;br /&gt;If I stay here it will be too late&lt;br /&gt;I will die before you realize what happened&lt;br /&gt;Now the pieces of my heart spell s.o.s&lt;br /&gt;I saw your soul right through your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I joined in your aura with your kiss&lt;br /&gt;My love poured out like water&lt;br /&gt;I am going to drown without you&lt;br /&gt;How do I breathe?&lt;br /&gt;Between the lines, between wrong and right&lt;br /&gt;A tear on this page&lt;br /&gt;Please go against the odds&lt;br /&gt;For what is true&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes already captured me&lt;br /&gt;Her I am I can’t breathe with out you&lt;br /&gt;In your arms I am dying&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612875879171081139-8403095195937633853?l=angelchelsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelchelsea.blogspot.com/feeds/8403095195937633853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612875879171081139&amp;postID=8403095195937633853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612875879171081139/posts/default/8403095195937633853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612875879171081139/posts/default/8403095195937633853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelchelsea.blogspot.com/2008/04/how-do-i-breathe.html' title='How do i breathe?'/><author><name>Chellcy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3b0ewIdg7k/Sa8jBBYjwaI/AAAAAAAAACE/HJ8kyFMfbuk/S220/CR_1015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612875879171081139.post-8665489035759211384</id><published>2008-04-20T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T13:51:54.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It courses through my veins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Like liquid fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I  cannot stop it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It is my hearts utmost desire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A bullet to kill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;your guts I spill your slaughter ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; my brutal oath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; serpent I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Enter my  Eden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The garden is yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The fruit of my body&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bloody and abused Black and blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Beaten and screwed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;like a whore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Take a sip of the devils blood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A goat I am, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Drunken and stoned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Death with pleasure,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; A thrill I  kill for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A gun in my hand blow your fucking brains out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Brutal slaughtering of my evil vow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Destruction and power will be mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;this is my hour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Bloody kill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Death to the pitiful and weak &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Only a bullet from my gun will speak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wrenched whore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; drain away your wealth with my violent substance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hacking away at the flesh of a beast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;you are too weak,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; beating on you for a week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hatred consumed for my little whore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;take your death like a good dog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nothing more then an empty shell I don’t care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I will kill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Death will spill all over the land&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A brand to make, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A shot to take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Drunken and stoned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A gun in my hand blow your brains out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Little whore you are too fucking weak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Only a bullet through your dome will speak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612875879171081139-8665489035759211384?l=angelchelsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelchelsea.blogspot.com/feeds/8665489035759211384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612875879171081139&amp;postID=8665489035759211384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612875879171081139/posts/default/8665489035759211384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612875879171081139/posts/default/8665489035759211384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelchelsea.blogspot.com/2008/04/it-courses-through-my-veins-like-liquid.html' title=''/><author><name>Chellcy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3b0ewIdg7k/Sa8jBBYjwaI/AAAAAAAAACE/HJ8kyFMfbuk/S220/CR_1015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612875879171081139.post-6145348529506049915</id><published>2008-03-27T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T08:38:44.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>??????????</title><content type='html'>The past will always be inscribed in your life&lt;br /&gt;The hurt&lt;br /&gt;The pain&lt;br /&gt;Love is my biggest fear&lt;br /&gt;Falling to your tender touch and endless voice is a music box in my head&lt;br /&gt;As the dancer goes around and around my thoughts storm about my mind&lt;br /&gt;The right words are not here&lt;br /&gt;I have babbled to my self a million times that you cannot be in love unless you with the person&lt;br /&gt;But then it was so strong and so hard to hide but that was a fear I had overcome&lt;br /&gt;What a task that was … to give up the one thing you wanted so much&lt;br /&gt;Well a strong mind and strong will was all I needed&lt;br /&gt;But it didn’t go away but got pushed in the back seat&lt;br /&gt;Now that I have you where I want you&lt;br /&gt;All for me and only me&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to get all that back but it wont come back to me&lt;br /&gt;But I have a want and need and drive to be all you need&lt;br /&gt;I might sound demanding but&lt;br /&gt;I want to give you all I have&lt;br /&gt;I want to be the smile you put on your face&lt;br /&gt;I want when you are with me it to be your favorite place&lt;br /&gt;I want to be your hot summer day in august&lt;br /&gt;I want to be your greatest lust&lt;br /&gt;You are words to my song&lt;br /&gt;Your name is the title and your kisses are the lyrics&lt;br /&gt;Ok you what frig all I wrote in the top of this………&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know what in the world to say but I am baffled and confused because I waited so long just to get you and I even convinced my self it would never happen. I know so many guys like you but I promised my self not to jump to anything and think you are like them because not everyone is what they look like and that’s judging a book by the cover. And don’t get me wrong I am not judging you; I really do want to share something great and worth while with you. But bear with me if I seem lost at times because I am still fighting my barrier to open up to you. I believe at this moment I am writing in circles but I don’t really care I will write until I get to what my point is. For one I am in love with you but I cannot say it or tell you that because it sounds not so logical at this moment.  But I have to stay true and real to let you know what the vibes are. Anyone else in this world who does not think me and you is not a good idea can kiss my ass. I am not going to be controlled by the world and everything in it because what I want and I need I have and I don’t need them to try take it away. So many times I really believe I am dreaming but when I look around there are so many things telling me to stop letting my mind control me. But you are an enigma to me. I cannot figure you well at least I don’t know much about you but it’s the suspense and waiting to find out that makes it all worth doing. I am one of the girls who prove the 11th man theory...put me In a room with 10 guys who are talking to me giving me attention and never leave my side but then you walk in the 11th man…pays no attention to me, turn your back and ignore me and is having a conversation to someone else but all I want is to try and get your attention. I don’t want to be petted or have a bunch of people telling me I am pretty but I want the attention on the one man who didn’t even notice me when he walked in. I have no idea I if explained that properly but it’s the relative truth to what I wanted to say. I have so much more to tell but something’s are going to be held for now until you absorb all I just babbled on and on about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612875879171081139-6145348529506049915?l=angelchelsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelchelsea.blogspot.com/feeds/6145348529506049915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612875879171081139&amp;postID=6145348529506049915' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612875879171081139/posts/default/6145348529506049915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612875879171081139/posts/default/6145348529506049915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelchelsea.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post.html' title='??????????'/><author><name>Chellcy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3b0ewIdg7k/Sa8jBBYjwaI/AAAAAAAAACE/HJ8kyFMfbuk/S220/CR_1015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612875879171081139.post-3707238737750577913</id><published>2008-03-21T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T17:15:46.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The fear is not because of you but what I am</title><content type='html'>I have hated you for so many years&lt;br /&gt;I waited countless hours for you to some what see your mistake was&lt;br /&gt;You cannot come to realize you were wrong&lt;br /&gt;You cannot own up to your own conscience&lt;br /&gt;Don’t even come with the stupid excuse you seem to repeat each year&lt;br /&gt;I am not a little girl&lt;br /&gt;I can understand&lt;br /&gt;Ill just laugh at the years I waited on you to own up to what you did&lt;br /&gt;You still believe I have no clue what really happened&lt;br /&gt;I know everything ever since the day I was born and before&lt;br /&gt;The bars that hold me fast to this place will be broken soon&lt;br /&gt;When I walk out I don’t want to even look back&lt;br /&gt;I gave you too many years and time to do it right&lt;br /&gt;Even when I am old enough I still allow you to treat me like you baby girl&lt;br /&gt;But I am sorry to inform you&lt;br /&gt;I am no child of yours&lt;br /&gt;I see you keep trying to hold be back and keep me with you&lt;br /&gt;But each day you give me a new reason to never return&lt;br /&gt;I would like you to tell me how it feels when I leave and you never see me again&lt;br /&gt;I pray to god your beloved son shower you with love for the rest of your love&lt;br /&gt;And your precious baby girl don’t break your heart&lt;br /&gt;But I will never let you control my life or even try to make a decision for me&lt;br /&gt;I keep it real I became your personal maid I did not complain&lt;br /&gt;But I know if I ever have a bad day or a problem in life you will never be the one I run to&lt;br /&gt;I always dream of the day I attend your funeral and I eagerly anticipate its arrival&lt;br /&gt;Tears that are like cloud fill your eyes when I break out of my shell&lt;br /&gt;You are so afraid of what I am capable of&lt;br /&gt;I see the fear in your eyes when you speak to me&lt;br /&gt;You become amazed of how I grin when you yell&lt;br /&gt;And how nice and tender I pretend to be&lt;br /&gt;But the wrath that is hidden behind my voice is yet to come&lt;br /&gt;Words are not enough for me to hurt you with&lt;br /&gt;Temptation to show a preface of what is to come&lt;br /&gt;But that alone is too strong&lt;br /&gt;I can hurt you so deep you have no idea what you have created&lt;br /&gt;But I assure you everything growing inside of me is all what you added each year&lt;br /&gt;You wonder why I avoid you but you are too blind to see it’s not me&lt;br /&gt;I am the wolf on the other side of the ice I slow await you arrival&lt;br /&gt;That is if you make it across the thin ice…….&lt;br /&gt;‘’lord grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change and the courage to change the things I can and the wisdom to know the difference’’&lt;br /&gt;May the anguish in my youth not pass on to my offspring’s in the future&lt;br /&gt;May this not be apart of their lives&lt;br /&gt;May you not be apart of them&lt;br /&gt;Let the strength of my will power guide me through my life&lt;br /&gt;I promise you I will become a perfect example of what you cannot be&lt;br /&gt;And who you will never become&lt;br /&gt;Let me become the female you suppress&lt;br /&gt;The same one you fear&lt;br /&gt;The one that will kill you without even touching a strand of your hair&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612875879171081139-3707238737750577913?l=angelchelsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelchelsea.blogspot.com/feeds/3707238737750577913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612875879171081139&amp;postID=3707238737750577913' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612875879171081139/posts/default/3707238737750577913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612875879171081139/posts/default/3707238737750577913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelchelsea.blogspot.com/2008/03/fear-is-not-because-of-you-but-what-i.html' title='The fear is not because of you but what I am'/><author><name>Chellcy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3b0ewIdg7k/Sa8jBBYjwaI/AAAAAAAAACE/HJ8kyFMfbuk/S220/CR_1015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612875879171081139.post-6874057803037749101</id><published>2008-03-21T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T18:42:39.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The last Goodbye</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The last goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time was held in the palm of his hands&lt;br /&gt;Like rain drops falling off a leaf&lt;br /&gt;My body froze as I think of him more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart beats faintly&lt;br /&gt;As I hold in my grief and pain&lt;br /&gt;My head becomes light&lt;br /&gt;And my eyes become glass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reality I was faced with was too painful&lt;br /&gt;To think of&lt;br /&gt;Never to look in his hypnotic eyes&lt;br /&gt;His tender cold lips against mine&lt;br /&gt;The magnetic force pulling me into his arms&lt;br /&gt;His angelic musical voice dazzling me&lt;br /&gt;To be cradled in his protective arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To live without him is being dead&lt;br /&gt;No reason to go on&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to wake up to&lt;br /&gt;Knowing he will not be there in his ultimate perfection&lt;br /&gt;Well now reality is gone&lt;br /&gt;Lost in a world trapped in his love&lt;br /&gt;To loose it is loosing the atmosphere&lt;br /&gt;No oxygen I die slowly with every memory&lt;br /&gt;Piercing my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my blood curdles his lust to taste me&lt;br /&gt;Is a wish I would grant&lt;br /&gt;If I am to die he should have his will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am dead without him&lt;br /&gt;I am not complete&lt;br /&gt;But here in his arms now is a moment I wont let slip away&lt;br /&gt;Every second every day&lt;br /&gt;I cherish to the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612875879171081139-6874057803037749101?l=angelchelsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelchelsea.blogspot.com/feeds/6874057803037749101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612875879171081139&amp;postID=6874057803037749101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612875879171081139/posts/default/6874057803037749101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612875879171081139/posts/default/6874057803037749101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelchelsea.blogspot.com/2008/03/last-goodbye.html' title='The last Goodbye'/><author><name>Chellcy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3b0ewIdg7k/Sa8jBBYjwaI/AAAAAAAAACE/HJ8kyFMfbuk/S220/CR_1015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612875879171081139.post-6376784623210414038</id><published>2008-03-19T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T17:47:27.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CONFUSION</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wait in desperate want&lt;br /&gt;My body calling&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I am on your mind&lt;br /&gt;Your smile got me high&lt;br /&gt;Want to be the game you are playing&lt;br /&gt;Want you make me soar like a bird over open shores&lt;br /&gt;I go crazy you cannot come out of my mind&lt;br /&gt;Wanting everything packaged in your suit&lt;br /&gt;Ultimate sexy have me waiting&lt;br /&gt;Begging to be a cloud in the sky&lt;br /&gt;I am hyperventilating&lt;br /&gt;I am loosing my mind&lt;br /&gt;With everything around me moving so fast&lt;br /&gt;Frozen to one spot anxious for something to happen&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking what to do&lt;br /&gt;Should I tell you how I am going crazy?&lt;br /&gt;Should I tell you how I feel?&lt;br /&gt;I am avoiding having the situation get out of control&lt;br /&gt;But what am I do when you keep invading my mind?&lt;br /&gt;My nights have become sleepless&lt;br /&gt;I jump at the buzz of my phone or messenger&lt;br /&gt;I am so very concerned if I let my self fall to you&lt;br /&gt;I will pull away&lt;br /&gt;I am so concerned how its going to look and you know very well why&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to let this pass but I really need to get it together&lt;br /&gt;Temptation to stare into your hypnotic eyes&lt;br /&gt;The magnetic force that draws me to you&lt;br /&gt;But for how long can I pull away&lt;br /&gt;How long can I fight and suppress feelings that are stronger than I am?&lt;br /&gt;How could heaven make someone so much like an angel?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612875879171081139-6376784623210414038?l=angelchelsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelchelsea.blogspot.com/feeds/6376784623210414038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612875879171081139&amp;postID=6376784623210414038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612875879171081139/posts/default/6376784623210414038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612875879171081139/posts/default/6376784623210414038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelchelsea.blogspot.com/2008/03/confusion.html' title='CONFUSION'/><author><name>Chellcy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3b0ewIdg7k/Sa8jBBYjwaI/AAAAAAAAACE/HJ8kyFMfbuk/S220/CR_1015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612875879171081139.post-3169999936860558109</id><published>2008-03-18T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T23:06:18.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TWILIGHT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;A secret never to be told&lt;br /&gt;Hidden in my heart&lt;br /&gt;Kills me each day&lt;br /&gt;Suspense of the event of any reaction&lt;br /&gt;Towards my day to day hidden blush&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Conversations left with a hanging sentence&lt;br /&gt;Gives a feeling of being incomplete&lt;br /&gt;Utterance of the truth slips out&lt;br /&gt;But are drawn back to my soul&lt;br /&gt;Leaving me with a reason to linger on in thought&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Silent whispers flow in the air&lt;br /&gt;But are shunned by my need to hide&lt;br /&gt;Walls of bricks are built around me&lt;br /&gt;Giving me need to break them down&lt;br /&gt;Need to express this feeling&lt;br /&gt;That, if known earlier&lt;br /&gt;Shatter the whole reason to hide them&lt;br /&gt;Changing the context of them completely&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Timing a very important factor&lt;br /&gt;Complete confidence&lt;br /&gt;I dig deep into my soul&lt;br /&gt;For the courage to face this&lt;br /&gt;Enigma &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Moral want to understand&lt;br /&gt;Every feature and every flaw&lt;br /&gt;Surges of fear flush down my spine&lt;br /&gt;With shyness my face turns pink &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I embrace him with some&lt;br /&gt;Thought he might feel me against&lt;br /&gt;Him more than just a hug&lt;br /&gt;Maybe my fear of him&lt;br /&gt;Noticing that I cringed towards him for an extra second&lt;br /&gt;Then quickly shy away &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thoughts storm about my head&lt;br /&gt;Hoping he doesn’t think I am weird&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My heart skips a beat each time I see you&lt;br /&gt;Yet still I cannot seem to tell you how I feel&lt;br /&gt;Still confused to if this is real!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But I cannot help but admire the stars in his eyes&lt;br /&gt;His precious lips utter words so gentle&lt;br /&gt;A boy so beautiful I have never seen before&lt;br /&gt;I cannot help but to stare&lt;br /&gt;Into the twilight of his eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Lacainne Russell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612875879171081139-3169999936860558109?l=angelchelsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelchelsea.blogspot.com/feeds/3169999936860558109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612875879171081139&amp;postID=3169999936860558109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612875879171081139/posts/default/3169999936860558109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612875879171081139/posts/default/3169999936860558109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelchelsea.blogspot.com/2008/03/twilight.html' title='TWILIGHT'/><author><name>Chellcy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3b0ewIdg7k/Sa8jBBYjwaI/AAAAAAAAACE/HJ8kyFMfbuk/S220/CR_1015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612875879171081139.post-3052547621624413109</id><published>2008-03-09T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T11:39:19.680-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='she took his smile'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='he was mine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='he dreams of her.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tears'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lonely nights'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lost my way'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='broken heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='she took his love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fire'/><title type='text'>when you where mine</title><content type='html'>It was not long ago&lt;br /&gt;when memories were made&lt;br /&gt;laughter was everywhere&lt;br /&gt;when wrong could be forgiven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant find a reason to let go&lt;br /&gt;even tho i am not what your dreams are made of&lt;br /&gt;without you its not worth living alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i scream out your name&lt;br /&gt;what right is there for them to take you away?&lt;br /&gt;after you were mine for so long?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Removed all the pictures&lt;br /&gt;its was a time of love and laughter&lt;br /&gt;happy ever after&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though the pictures are not there&lt;br /&gt;please tell me she is not real&lt;br /&gt;and you are coming home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many times i wake up at night&lt;br /&gt;what right is there to take you heart away?&lt;br /&gt;what was the reason?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep wishing that time would erase these lonely tears&lt;br /&gt;my heart is in second place without you&lt;br /&gt;seems it was easy but i never looked beyond the fog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lost my way&lt;br /&gt;i cant find a reason to hang on&lt;br /&gt;i cant find an answer to the questions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pictures on the wall&lt;br /&gt;looks at me with reasons&lt;br /&gt;my head tries to convince my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But will it be forever&lt;br /&gt;not knowing what tomorrow will be&lt;br /&gt;knowing you love has ended&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612875879171081139-3052547621624413109?l=angelchelsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelchelsea.blogspot.com/feeds/3052547621624413109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612875879171081139&amp;postID=3052547621624413109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612875879171081139/posts/default/3052547621624413109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612875879171081139/posts/default/3052547621624413109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelchelsea.blogspot.com/2008/03/when-you-where-mine.html' title='when you where mine'/><author><name>Chellcy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3b0ewIdg7k/Sa8jBBYjwaI/AAAAAAAAACE/HJ8kyFMfbuk/S220/CR_1015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612875879171081139.post-2655653004324305741</id><published>2008-02-29T06:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T07:03:09.519-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am saying sorry</title><content type='html'>I'm saying sorry first&lt;br /&gt; I'm saying sorry last&lt;br /&gt;I'm saying sorry for the future&lt;br /&gt; but mainly for the past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I'm sorry that I wasn't there for you&lt;br /&gt; and I'm sorry for not listening when you needed it the most&lt;br /&gt; you were right&lt;br /&gt; and you had the right to be mad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry that you felt the need to apologize&lt;br /&gt;and I'm sorry that you were hurt&lt;br /&gt; I'm sorry that I can only see the good&lt;br /&gt; and always try to avoid the bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm saying sorry for all my mistakes&lt;br /&gt;I'm saying sorry for being blinded&lt;br /&gt; blinded by the perfect thought of you and me&lt;br /&gt;when really we don’t have a chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the stupid one&lt;br /&gt;I let you down&lt;br /&gt; and I feel it deep within me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both made some errors&lt;br /&gt;and said something wrong&lt;br /&gt;but that’s how life is&lt;br /&gt; Nobody's perfect not even me and you&lt;br /&gt;so I'm sorry for that too&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sorry for everything but ...&lt;br /&gt; Please forgive me We can change things back to normal&lt;br /&gt; I'm sorry if this is not what you want&lt;br /&gt; But it’s the only thing I can think of&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612875879171081139-2655653004324305741?l=angelchelsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelchelsea.blogspot.com/feeds/2655653004324305741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612875879171081139&amp;postID=2655653004324305741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612875879171081139/posts/default/2655653004324305741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612875879171081139/posts/default/2655653004324305741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelchelsea.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-am-saying-sorry.html' title='I am saying sorry'/><author><name>Chellcy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3b0ewIdg7k/Sa8jBBYjwaI/AAAAAAAAACE/HJ8kyFMfbuk/S220/CR_1015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612875879171081139.post-2196387384463364129</id><published>2008-02-29T06:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T07:04:05.334-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To my unborn child</title><content type='html'>I write from here on from the truth in my heart and the depths of my soul, to you a blessing that was bestowed upon me.&lt;br /&gt;You came into me, a new life, so true and complete.&lt;br /&gt;I never dreamt it would be this way,&lt;br /&gt;How could I have been chosen to bear such wonder?&lt;br /&gt;A blessing beyond imagination, could I ever ask for more?&lt;br /&gt;You came to me in my dreams and you my little angel so small and sweet, the most beautiful thing I have ever seen, a smile so radiant and eyes so deep I saw your father right through you.&lt;br /&gt;My precious child as I drift and wonder what it would be like to meet you for the first time, your tiny hands so small and soft and delicate like an orchid in may.&lt;br /&gt;You are my angel, my heart, my baby…. God gave you to me to love and care for until you left and that so I did and even when you left I never stopped loving you so that when you come again you will be a living proof of the love your father and I shared.&lt;br /&gt;Sweet child I pray god bless you with your fathers eyes to see the world with all things wise,&lt;br /&gt;I pray you inherit my ability to plan for what is far away but yet close, so you will be prepared for the things in life whether man or woman.&lt;br /&gt;I pray you receive you father’s centre and be cautious in every door you enter with my spirit that you will let no one take from you and my curiosity, just like me to blurt a bundle of questions.&lt;br /&gt;Have my big heart and your father’s discernment so you know when to let go before getting hurt.&lt;br /&gt;Share the strength of your father to handle what you feel, and share my sense of humor and laugh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; it helps in life and still have your father’s duty to know when to be serious.&lt;br /&gt;I am emotional so it’s ok to cry sometime but always remember your father and I will always be here to dry your tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until you return my child I pray everyday as you play among the clouds you will be protected by our love and be blessed with all that your father and I have given unto you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612875879171081139-2196387384463364129?l=angelchelsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelchelsea.blogspot.com/feeds/2196387384463364129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612875879171081139&amp;postID=2196387384463364129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612875879171081139/posts/default/2196387384463364129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612875879171081139/posts/default/2196387384463364129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelchelsea.blogspot.com/2008/02/to-my-unborn-child-i-write-from-here-on.html' title='To my unborn child'/><author><name>Chellcy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3b0ewIdg7k/Sa8jBBYjwaI/AAAAAAAAACE/HJ8kyFMfbuk/S220/CR_1015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612875879171081139.post-5437558840788604701</id><published>2008-02-26T16:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T17:04:53.179-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tu amor</title><content type='html'>through the rain you cannot see my tears..you cannot see them but baby i am willing to go to the ends of the earth to be with you no matter what happens i will always love you..even when death is upon us my heart will still long for you..i have never found love on a level so high and we both have it so strong i hate to loose it...you have changed me..to someone i dont even reconise my self...this girl is so amazing..your name is written across my heart with your love.. tu amor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612875879171081139-5437558840788604701?l=angelchelsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelchelsea.blogspot.com/feeds/5437558840788604701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612875879171081139&amp;postID=5437558840788604701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612875879171081139/posts/default/5437558840788604701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612875879171081139/posts/default/5437558840788604701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelchelsea.blogspot.com/2008/02/through-rain-you-cannot-see-my-tears.html' title='Tu amor'/><author><name>Chellcy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3b0ewIdg7k/Sa8jBBYjwaI/AAAAAAAAACE/HJ8kyFMfbuk/S220/CR_1015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612875879171081139.post-6809232090855622677</id><published>2008-02-26T16:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T16:16:03.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am watching you</title><content type='html'>On a big white cloud i sit looking down at you...laughing at how you try to climb up cannot reach i spread my wings and roam about then pick you up...and take you with me higher than the clouds..touching the stars and waving to the moon....as we pass we leave a faint stain across the sky our love reginin over the earth ...and i put u back where u were and again sit upon the clouds and watch you decide to scale the clouds or use the stairs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                          WHERE IS MY HEART&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The faint beat of my heart is about to go and the soft breath left in me goes and i cease to survive my wilterin rose will die for the petals are falling and no one is picking them up?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612875879171081139-6809232090855622677?l=angelchelsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelchelsea.blogspot.com/feeds/6809232090855622677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612875879171081139&amp;postID=6809232090855622677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612875879171081139/posts/default/6809232090855622677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612875879171081139/posts/default/6809232090855622677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelchelsea.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-am-watching-you.html' title='I am watching you'/><author><name>Chellcy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3b0ewIdg7k/Sa8jBBYjwaI/AAAAAAAAACE/HJ8kyFMfbuk/S220/CR_1015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612875879171081139.post-4752496209127207390</id><published>2008-02-24T11:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T11:45:48.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>He awaits my arrival</title><content type='html'>taking baby steps, i climb up a mountain of feelings i hav for you, taking each into consideration, embracing every moment of thought i colide with, realizing how much every second counts....reaching the top, i await your arrival with open arms and a heart, one beat extra just for you...in my mind you stay like a plague, theres nothin i can do but accept that fact im falling for you. Would i ever get this feeling back in return...i stay awaitin your arrival...if needs be on top of that mountain waitin for eternity just to share that special moment with you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612875879171081139-4752496209127207390?l=angelchelsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelchelsea.blogspot.com/feeds/4752496209127207390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612875879171081139&amp;postID=4752496209127207390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612875879171081139/posts/default/4752496209127207390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612875879171081139/posts/default/4752496209127207390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelchelsea.blogspot.com/2008/02/he-awaits-my-arrival.html' title='He awaits my arrival'/><author><name>Chellcy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3b0ewIdg7k/Sa8jBBYjwaI/AAAAAAAAACE/HJ8kyFMfbuk/S220/CR_1015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612875879171081139.post-5353759108040976763</id><published>2008-02-24T10:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T10:57:25.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where do you go from here? What do you? What is your choice?</title><content type='html'>This article today is one of my deepest ever, i had to read over the others to make sure my nerve's can let me express what i am feeling. Well here it is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you are, going through your daily routine,&lt;br /&gt;along comes someone you don't really notice but yet they are there. You share laughs and exchange views, thoughts and whatever possible. Doing all of this you had no idea that somewhere down the line you will fall in love with this person. At first everything is neutral but as time goes by you seem to draw more towards them.&lt;br /&gt;Everything goes well after the Cinderella story and you are the happiest couple ever. Arguments become tiny things you breeze through them like ABC'S, then all of a sudden when it seems as if your life could not be more perfect the worst thing happens. You find faults with your significant other and then you just want to put them out. Clear them out of you life, attempt to avoid hurting them but even though you are very careful you mange to break them like a valuable crystal. Everything else in your world is at the top but you cannot seem to climb up and be there with them you want to stay at the bottom with your heart and try to find crazy glue and put it back together as quick as possible. Adding crazy glue only made it worst you added pieces that were never even there. This only makes matters worst you begin to build a wall that in the long run you are going to have to climb to get up to your mountain. Words become swords and each one pierce you so deep you drain almost to death. The love that was created with your other is stronger than your walls and bigger than your mountain but you cannot seem to tap into it long enough to over your mountain and break down your wall. But what you both fail to realise is that none of you can over come the obstacle in your way unless you do it together. And my question Where do you go from here? Well my personal answer is team up and face each others trials together, be there for each other and even when you both cannot see the clear picture of how just try and you will see the smoke clear away. This also answered question two what to do? Be their, be a shoulder, give an ear, even if you are far apart keep a solid communication and you will be amazed what will happen. Now i am asking my third question what is your choice? Well my choice is to try and see what happens after i try question one and two. Until then i am done..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love is laughter&lt;br /&gt;love is tears&lt;br /&gt;love is sleeping on the couch&lt;br /&gt;love is respect&lt;br /&gt;love waking up and wishing for a good morning&lt;br /&gt;and before you know it you smile because there it is,&lt;br /&gt;love is waiting all day by the phone,&lt;br /&gt;even though you know they wont call,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its an obsession,&lt;br /&gt;a poem&lt;br /&gt;a Corny rhyme just to make you smile&lt;br /&gt;its the things you want it to be&lt;br /&gt;and i want my love to be just what it wants&lt;br /&gt;i want to give love as wide as the ocean and never ending like of the blue in the sky&lt;br /&gt;but i also want to receive love no exactly as how i give but how they would like to get it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby i know i piss you off so many times n act a fool but when i fool can find true love it make him wiser than a rich bachelor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612875879171081139-5353759108040976763?l=angelchelsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelchelsea.blogspot.com/feeds/5353759108040976763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612875879171081139&amp;postID=5353759108040976763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612875879171081139/posts/default/5353759108040976763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612875879171081139/posts/default/5353759108040976763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelchelsea.blogspot.com/2008/02/where-do-you-go-from-here-what-do-you.html' title='Where do you go from here? What do you? What is your choice?'/><author><name>Chellcy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3b0ewIdg7k/Sa8jBBYjwaI/AAAAAAAAACE/HJ8kyFMfbuk/S220/CR_1015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612875879171081139.post-5162948092781812481</id><published>2007-11-13T18:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T19:08:39.222-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what is love?</title><content type='html'>It never fails when you love someone its from the heart, its pure, its true, its all that one needs to survive. when a person falls in love its never by accident, its never by mistake. it happens because it should. its never a curse, its never a regret. to be able to love one you have to love your self. how can you share your all when you are not even sure of what you have to offer. a event of the past should not predict your future. love is passion. love is kind. love is honest....love is joy......love is respect.....love is honor.......love is compassion......love is true. to love some one you should respect them and their views.. to love someone you should... honor them for who they are... to love someone you should be able to tell them your secrets and trust and know you can trust in them you should be honest....i ask my self each day if i live by what i teach but i didn't and i wish everyday i did practise what i preach for i loved someone and honesty was not present in the relationship and with out that there is no trust and basically there was nothing.....when all the little thing i never thought mattered begun to grow and the only thing i had left was my words and love......so many times i wish that i could turn back the hands of time and go back to the day i went wrong. i wish i could change it all but that is the past and i refuse to let it predict my future. so now i live by my words for the pain of loosing the one you love is torture and torment to the soul. knowing you cant change what you have done but you can only spend the rest of your life paying for it. hurting someone is a scar in their lives, it will always be a memory to them. and even when you learn from your mistakes and you try to fix them it never works. but i know that when you love someone no matter what happen the many pieces of your scattered heart love that person more than ever.......and through thick and thin you are there and if you have to stand in the rain and wait for them to return you are there........and even when you have reach your lowest and cannot hurt any more or be sorry the only thing you can say to that person is I LOVE YOU.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612875879171081139-5162948092781812481?l=angelchelsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelchelsea.blogspot.com/feeds/5162948092781812481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612875879171081139&amp;postID=5162948092781812481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612875879171081139/posts/default/5162948092781812481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612875879171081139/posts/default/5162948092781812481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelchelsea.blogspot.com/2007/11/what-is-love.html' title='what is love?'/><author><name>Chellcy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3b0ewIdg7k/Sa8jBBYjwaI/AAAAAAAAACE/HJ8kyFMfbuk/S220/CR_1015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612875879171081139.post-7777384342763375820</id><published>2007-10-24T15:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T15:25:12.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i love you</title><content type='html'>i love you and i wont supress it. i need you i am not goin to hide it. i miss you. you are ma glass rose and each ray of sun light that touches the crystal is a ray of your love. when i open my eyes and i listen to the birds chirpin and the dew is still on the grass, waitin that one day when i wake up you would be beside me and i will wake up to the whisper of your voice. as i go about my day thoughts of you pop up in my head every now and then, i smile, for no reason just thinbking of the silly things you do that makes me smile so much. and i tremble to your touch. your arms are like the petals of a flower protecting the style from harm, in your arms i am safe nothing can harm me. your love makes me stronger each day and your tenderness keeps me through this life... facing so many forces that forbid this love but feeds of each others care and faith to grow into one and over come that is in our way. i love you and i will tell the world. i miss you and you know it. i want you and you want me. i need you and i am still waiting on you........... what will your answer be?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612875879171081139-7777384342763375820?l=angelchelsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelchelsea.blogspot.com/feeds/7777384342763375820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612875879171081139&amp;postID=7777384342763375820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612875879171081139/posts/default/7777384342763375820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612875879171081139/posts/default/7777384342763375820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelchelsea.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-love-you.html' title='i love you'/><author><name>Chellcy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3b0ewIdg7k/Sa8jBBYjwaI/AAAAAAAAACE/HJ8kyFMfbuk/S220/CR_1015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612875879171081139.post-1664835536920146137</id><published>2007-09-04T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T19:37:02.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When he walked away</title><content type='html'>I stood frozen like a crystal,&lt;br /&gt;unable to move as i watch him turn away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He walks slowly towards his car,&lt;br /&gt;taps his pocket for his keys,&lt;br /&gt;opens the door gently and get behind the wheels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without looking back he drove off&lt;br /&gt;and there i was standing in amazement&lt;br /&gt;thinking of that wonderful sound of his voice whispering in my ear&lt;br /&gt;his touch so tender against my body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then like a rain drop rolling down a leaf&lt;br /&gt;a tear fell out of my eye,&lt;br /&gt;rolled down my cheek and splatter on the ground&lt;br /&gt;still staring in mid air as if he was there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly a humming begins&lt;br /&gt;i am missing him already&lt;br /&gt;soft and tender my heart beats faintly as if death was upon my lips&lt;br /&gt;as i turn pale and my eyes become glass&lt;br /&gt;my ego begins to dance about hoping he will be back soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting patiently as the week passes&lt;br /&gt;thoughts rage through out my mind of him just being with me&lt;br /&gt;then again i found my rose&lt;br /&gt;my rose that was so beautiful and still in its glass case&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A petal fell slowly&lt;br /&gt;as it fell my heart became heavy&lt;br /&gt;my eyes became a ocean&lt;br /&gt;tears came running down my cheeks like a river&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the falling of a petal is the breaking of his love&lt;br /&gt;still i wait for him to return&lt;br /&gt;but such chance is now dead&lt;br /&gt;for when he walked away&lt;br /&gt;he left me frozen and my heart became a crystal rose&lt;br /&gt;as the petals fall i become numb to the feeling of being loved once again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612875879171081139-1664835536920146137?l=angelchelsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3b0ewIdg7k/Sa8jBBYjwaI/AAAAAAAAACE/HJ8kyFMfbuk/S220/CR_1015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612875879171081139.post-1861403659210907519</id><published>2007-08-02T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T17:17:20.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is for my ladies written by a bestie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;If a man wants you, nothing can keep him away. If he doesn't want you, nothing can make him stay. Stop making excuses for a man and his behavior. Allow your intuition (spirit) to save you from heartache. Stop trying to change yourselves for a relationship that's not meant to be Slower is better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Never live your life for a man before you find what makes you truly happy. If a relationship ends because the man was not treating you as you deserve then heck no, you can't "be friends." A  friend wouldn't mistreat a friend.  Don't settle.  If you feel like he is stringing you along, then he probably is. Don't stay because you think "it will get better."  You'll be mad at yourself a year ! later for staying when things are not better. The only person you can control in a relationship is you.  Avoid men who've got a bunch of children by a bunch of different women.  He didn't marry them when he got them pregnant, Why would he treat you any differently?   Always have your own set of friends separate from his.  Maintain boundaries in how a guy treats you.  If something bothers you, speak up.  Never let a man know everything. He will use it against you later.  You cannot change a man's behavior. Change comes from within.  Don't EVER make him feel he is more important than you are... even if he has more education or in a better job.  Do not make him into a quasi-god. He is a man, nothing more nothing less. Never let a man define who you are. Never borrow someone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Else's&lt;/span&gt; man. If he cheated with you, he'll cheat on you.  A man will only treat you the way you ALLOW him to treat you.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All men are NOT dogs. You should not be the one doing! all the bending...compromise is two way street.  You need time to heal between relationships...there is nothing cute about baggage... deal with your issues before pursuing a new relationship You should never look for someone to COMPLETE you...a relationship consists of two WHOLE individuals...look for someone complimentary...not supplementary. Dating is fun...even if he doesn't turn out to be Mr. Right. Make him miss you sometimes...when a man always know where you are, and your always readily available to him- he takes it for granted. Never move into his mother's house. Never co-sign for a man. Don't fully commit to a man who doesn't give you everything that you need. Keep him in your radar but get to know others. Share this with other ladies..... You'll make someone smile, another rethink her choices, and another woman prepare. They say it takes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;minute&lt;/span&gt; to find a special person, an hour to appreciate them, a day to love them &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;and an&lt;/span&gt; entire lifetime to forget them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612875879171081139-1861403659210907519?l=angelchelsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelchelsea.blogspot.com/feeds/1861403659210907519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612875879171081139&amp;postID=1861403659210907519' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612875879171081139/posts/default/1861403659210907519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612875879171081139/posts/default/1861403659210907519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelchelsea.blogspot.com/2007/08/this-is-for-my-ladies.html' title='This is for my ladies written by a bestie'/><author><name>Chellcy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3b0ewIdg7k/Sa8jBBYjwaI/AAAAAAAAACE/HJ8kyFMfbuk/S220/CR_1015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612875879171081139.post-2043357717481835147</id><published>2007-07-30T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T17:23:14.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;missing you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you left me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;alone in this world alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;everyday i wish you would just on home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;everyone misses you nieces and nephews still morn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there was some many things we never got to say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we would love to have you back even for just one day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so many things we never got to do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so many times i wish i could have gone with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i try to bear the pain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it only seems like everything has become a strain &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but no matter i will never give up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i will do my best and keep my pride&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we still wait for the day we will see you again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i will never forget how much you ment to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you were my grandmother, mother and friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;together as one we will always be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i know one day we will &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;all &lt;/span&gt;be&lt;/span&gt; together as a family again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we will sing,dance, eat and drink ever so happy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dedicated to ROSE ELLA HARRISON (AUNTIE ROSE, ROSIE, MADA ROSE, MUM, GRAMA ROSE, SIS ROSE, MAMA, MOM) LA LA, DAUGHTER, MISS KITTY, DADDY B, JAMEIL WILCHOMBE, GRETEL HARRISON (AUNTY GRET, GRANNY), SIS ROB, ANNIE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From your brothers, daughters, son,son in laws, daughter in laws, cousins, granddaughters, grandsons, nieces, nephews, family friends, best friends, and church family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612875879171081139-2043357717481835147?l=angelchelsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelchelsea.blogspot.com/feeds/2043357717481835147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612875879171081139&amp;postID=2043357717481835147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612875879171081139/posts/default/2043357717481835147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612875879171081139/posts/default/2043357717481835147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelchelsea.blogspot.com/2007/07/missing-you.html' title='Missing you'/><author><name>Chellcy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3b0ewIdg7k/Sa8jBBYjwaI/AAAAAAAAACE/HJ8kyFMfbuk/S220/CR_1015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612875879171081139.post-8977951892580792294</id><published>2007-07-29T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T13:32:13.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A risky lullaby</title><content type='html'>It is what keeps you alive, it a secret only you and him knows the truth. you cannot tell anyone because if you do you face the risk of torment and torture! you both don't what to have to deal with it. but its like a weak poison it is going to kill you but it takes a little while for it go in your system and when it gets there it travels slowly! they say love cannot die so you and him are in separable. you have quiet evenings alone when no one is around. no ones knows about this beautiful spur of love that shines so brightly but is&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; deprived&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;by consequences. just to have a little freedom would be appreciated just have a chance to prove it can work between them! but whatever is done between them is all a big risk. but taking that risk and not get caught is the melody of a risky lullaby when you close your eyes to go to sleep. then over and over again you come close to telling but u suddenly remember its not the choice of one but both person involved. How do you let them know he is the one who has style like a bently cruise or a special shoes! everytime you walk bye all the girls be looking at you! how do i tell them?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612875879171081139-8977951892580792294?l=angelchelsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelchelsea.blogspot.com/feeds/8977951892580792294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612875879171081139&amp;postID=8977951892580792294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612875879171081139/posts/default/8977951892580792294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612875879171081139/posts/default/8977951892580792294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelchelsea.blogspot.com/2007/07/risky-lullaby.html' title='A risky lullaby'/><author><name>Chellcy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3b0ewIdg7k/Sa8jBBYjwaI/AAAAAAAAACE/HJ8kyFMfbuk/S220/CR_1015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612875879171081139.post-1763567311430923431</id><published>2007-07-29T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T11:39:52.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Mr.King........</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; I love you so much its hard to say!But no matter what I am saying it today!You make my spine tingle!Thinking of you makes my feet wanting to dance while I hum a jingle!When I was a child to go to the beach is to play in sands but when you grow up you only want to find the hidden treasure in the sand. I have been searching for the one true person who wants me for me and I was blessed with a guy. Wow! He blows my mind. He does not have to go out of his way to make me happy just to listen to him pleases me. If I could make a wish my wish would be for him to be my lover, friend, companion, husband, and faithful rock to be strong for me when I can’t make it through.  This guy is a one of a kind cutie he is Mr. Right who was waiting to sweep me off my feet, and I must say he did a darn good job. His smile his touch his big brown eyes they make me so weak and just want to fall into his arms.   Baby I am sorry this started in to a poem but I am so over whelmed I have to finish it as an article. The little things in life that makes people happy are the things we all forget to do. My baby calls me from work when he is working late and that tells me I have a man who will be right there when I need him.  I know I am getting a little carried away but bear with me for just a couple minutes more.  I don’t care if you are not as tall as me you love reaches higher than the sky. And those pink lips that just leave me speechless every time I kiss them I only want to kiss them more. Your cute sexy walk is just smooth and I must say baby you balling. I think if I continue I will run out of pages to write on. And all I am trying to say is you make me happy and I love you and I will always love you no matter what happens I am here for you when you need me. And this wonderful guy who I am talking about is the one reading this right now!       Baby!  I love you boo!!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612875879171081139-1763567311430923431?l=angelchelsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelchelsea.blogspot.com/feeds/1763567311430923431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612875879171081139&amp;postID=1763567311430923431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612875879171081139/posts/default/1763567311430923431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612875879171081139/posts/default/1763567311430923431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelchelsea.blogspot.com/2007/07/to-mrking.html' title='To Mr.King........'/><author><name>Chellcy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3b0ewIdg7k/Sa8jBBYjwaI/AAAAAAAAACE/HJ8kyFMfbuk/S220/CR_1015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612875879171081139.post-6542708804485685461</id><published>2007-07-29T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T07:35:07.490-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a moment in time'/><title type='text'>A monent in time</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A moment in time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is all you want he is perfect but what can you do? You have flaws and he wants more and you try and try but no matter what you can never get it right. He slowly drifts away from you and you do every thing you can just to hold on the little thread that keeps you alive. Then you finally break and everything over flows emotions run wild wrath become so sweet and you become cold and mean. But you still have that one tender spot for the one who makes you smile just as you hear his name, the one who makes you laugh no mater how horrible the joke was. The moment you fell in love your heart was his, for him to keep and protect. Then once upon a time a prince turned into a frog and he croaked. He took you for granted and because you love him so much you let it slide. Then there were days where you just begin to cry and you don’t know why. You never saw how sugar became salt so quick. But you love him so much you are willing to keep your salt and wait for it to turn back into sugar. You forgive and forget. You trust again and if you could trade your life for that one chance you would. Just to relive that one special moment, with him is heaven for you. And this is how much you love him but you might not show it and he has no clue. Just tell him! Let him know you will stop time just to stop him from making a mistake. You would do anything to show him that your moment&lt;/span&gt; in time is with him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612875879171081139-6542708804485685461?l=angelchelsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelchelsea.blogspot.com/feeds/6542708804485685461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612875879171081139&amp;postID=6542708804485685461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612875879171081139/posts/default/6542708804485685461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612875879171081139/posts/default/6542708804485685461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelchelsea.blogspot.com/2007/07/monent-in-time.html' title='A monent in time'/><author><name>Chellcy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3b0ewIdg7k/Sa8jBBYjwaI/AAAAAAAAACE/HJ8kyFMfbuk/S220/CR_1015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612875879171081139.post-3877491756806059994</id><published>2007-07-10T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T13:42:28.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am sorry</title><content type='html'>I am sorry if i forget to tell you how much i love you! I am sorry if i forget your birthday. I am sorry if i did you wrong. Sorry for the things i dint care about the things you need. Sorry for the time i never gave you. Sorry for the long nights and lonely afternoons. Sorry for not being there to comfort you. Sorry for the thing i dint do and the things i did. Sorry for never telling you the things that should have been said. Sorry if i didn't tell you what i am about to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care about going out to fancy restaurants and expensive jewelery and tons of gifts. I do care about the one i love so much. I would trade my life for you if you needed it. I would give you my last breath if i needed to. I would give my life just for you. And i am guilty of all you accuse me of and i take full responsibility for it all. This is my apology to you will you please accept?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612875879171081139-3877491756806059994?l=angelchelsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelchelsea.blogspot.com/feeds/3877491756806059994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612875879171081139&amp;postID=3877491756806059994' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612875879171081139/posts/default/3877491756806059994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612875879171081139/posts/default/3877491756806059994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelchelsea.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-am-sorry-if-i-forget-to-tell-you-how.html' title='I am sorry'/><author><name>Chellcy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3b0ewIdg7k/Sa8jBBYjwaI/AAAAAAAAACE/HJ8kyFMfbuk/S220/CR_1015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612875879171081139.post-743578585890379775</id><published>2007-06-28T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T19:06:13.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DEAR.........</title><content type='html'>I am sorry you never took the time to know me! you never took the time to understand!&lt;br /&gt;the pressure is killing me just to keep up with the world. What the hell am i to do if i don't know? how the hell am i to get blame for actions of another person! when you cry in the rain your tears are hidden! when you are hurt your dreams are shattered! when your heart is broken you have no life. when someone goes away you sit in solitude. You wish and hope that someone would understand what you are going through. Things happen that we can never understand. things that is the most precious to you are your biggest secrets. I wish we can do things over again. We wish they took time to know us. NEVER LET THE FEAR OF STRIKING OUT KEEP YOU FROM PLAYING THE GAME! The thing that means the most to you is taken away you are broken into pieces because you have nothing else to do! When we look for answers we only get excuses. If you did it just let them you did and give them a dam good reason to back it up with! If you miss someone you cant seem to connect with tell them and make time for them to understand you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you love someone and you are hurting them but you don't know you are doing it?&lt;br /&gt;when you love someone you are filled with love and joy and you get so carried away with your self you end up making mistakes and hurting them you apologise over and over again. Apology cant help you but just to explain your self and take the punishment that comes with it.&lt;br /&gt;You wanna say goodbye but you don't know what to say, you don't want to hurt them. I don't want to see you cry or break in two it will only kill me to know i cause you that pain. When they are gone and there is no more baby boy to walk through the door no more butterfly kisses. No more hugs and birthdays there nothing else in a relationship that hurts more that hurting the one you love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Promises are made to be kept to assure one that you will come through. Promises in a relationship only makes me worry. To hear the one you love say i love you and you are the only one and i PROMISE ill never leave is a joy and comfort to a woman. We are women we do things we cant explain we hurt people and we apologise sometimes we don't mean it sometimes we do but if you can admit what you did wrong and accept the guilt along with it you are doing the right thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;If you think this will only be another one passing through you life they mean nothing to you don't stay. Not many women can fall in love and get over it some fall in love and cant get out some guys are like that too but its only pain to the other person in the relationship. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And a word to special people.......... if you don't want the truth to come out don't run behind the people who knows it don't treat them with isolation don't cut them out of your live because you always have precious strings attached and you don't want them to be clipped because it will hurt more than the truth would! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;with &lt;em&gt;love,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ANGEL&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612875879171081139-743578585890379775?l=angelchelsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelchelsea.blogspot.com/feeds/743578585890379775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612875879171081139&amp;postID=743578585890379775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612875879171081139/posts/default/743578585890379775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612875879171081139/posts/default/743578585890379775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelchelsea.blogspot.com/2007/06/dear.html' title='DEAR.........'/><author><name>Chellcy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3b0ewIdg7k/Sa8jBBYjwaI/AAAAAAAAACE/HJ8kyFMfbuk/S220/CR_1015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612875879171081139.post-3488968142007230882</id><published>2007-06-17T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T16:06:31.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>another used to be</title><content type='html'>how can you love someone if you dont like them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is clear to see that it would be just another page in history.&lt;br /&gt;Pain is a part of happiness.&lt;br /&gt;Love a person you never really like much.&lt;br /&gt;Help someone who will never help you if you were dying.&lt;br /&gt;Relationships are to be filled with fights and nights sleeping alone.&lt;br /&gt;Marriage should be me sleeping down stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of these should be the idea in your mind if you love some one you should like them before you say i love you. For you to help someone who would never help you why should you help them? god wants us to help all. A relationship should be filled with flowers and a call from work saying i love you and i cant wait to see you after work. A marriage should be filled with a goodnight honey and a kiss. Love has no limit towards the greatness of love. If you love some one you dont have to explain your age difference with your companion. i am hoping what i am writing wont hurt no one if it does my apologies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a guy thinks being with a girl for one hour out of the week is a relationship you are only fooling yourself. A woman wants to be with the guy she loves, so much, she wants him with her until she falls asleep and wants to hear his voice when she wakes in the morning. To be an ex and still love the person who is no longer the person you come home to is the most painful thing. The thoughts of a person sholud no be it only one night with this person because one night can change your life you can fall in love with a person in just a second. If you didnt believe in love at first sight, try to believe it and it will be so amazing to show you it might be the right person you were looking for. If someone said you cant find love in the ghetto, tell them they dont know because they found it it does not mean no one else can find it there. Love is like a diamond in the ruff you might not be looking for it but you will stumble upon it. It shines and calls attention to the beautiful gem hidden. I you missed your love the fist time it will come back to you. The earth is round it revolves and whatever goes around come right back to you. Time after time someone will say if its true love it will come back to you. True love means you never leave the one you love, you never hurt them, you never let them down you always come through, always believe in them. Love is never an excuse to throw off a conversation or endless kisses to get out of a question. You are never afraid of telling them that you love them. You are never afraid of crying in their company. You never feel embrasses when they are laughing, you should laugh with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you dont like a person dont tell them you love them. they would only become a page in history ANOTHER USED TO BE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you like someone and you cant expalin how much and you love them tell them you love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glenroy i love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612875879171081139-3488968142007230882?l=angelchelsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelchelsea.blogspot.com/feeds/3488968142007230882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612875879171081139&amp;postID=3488968142007230882' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612875879171081139/posts/default/3488968142007230882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612875879171081139/posts/default/3488968142007230882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelchelsea.blogspot.com/2007/06/another-used-to-be.html' title='another used to be'/><author><name>Chellcy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3b0ewIdg7k/Sa8jBBYjwaI/AAAAAAAAACE/HJ8kyFMfbuk/S220/CR_1015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612875879171081139.post-6083698313125271442</id><published>2007-05-11T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T13:23:13.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3b0ewIdg7k/RkTQscvZX0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FR51yn-VXOM/s1600-h/IMAG0107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3b0ewIdg7k/RkTQscvZX0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FR51yn-VXOM/s320/IMAG0107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612875879171081139-6083698313125271442?l=angelchelsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelchelsea.blogspot.com/feeds/6083698313125271442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612875879171081139&amp;postID=6083698313125271442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612875879171081139/posts/default/6083698313125271442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612875879171081139/posts/default/6083698313125271442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelchelsea.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Chellcy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3b0ewIdg7k/Sa8jBBYjwaI/AAAAAAAAACE/HJ8kyFMfbuk/S220/CR_1015.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3b0ewIdg7k/RkTQscvZX0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FR51yn-VXOM/s72-c/IMAG0107.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612875879171081139.post-7489308847186234961</id><published>2007-05-07T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T14:00:59.550-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heartbreak'/><title type='text'>the heart</title><content type='html'>The heart in the medical world is the main organ in the human body. But in terms of a relationship the heart is where emotions spur from and where feeling develop and memories are stored.&lt;br /&gt;To a doctor the heart is a delicate organ. To a person in love the heart is just as sensitive! This is where a person develops the feeling of attraction towards the other specie. If a person is in love then the heart will be filled with joy and happiness. But if a person is hurt emotionally the heart is sure to be under great stress. The heart can be torn emotionally but not physically. When the heart is torn it affects the whole body changing behavior and characteristics of the person! To be heart broken can mess up a person bad! To be heart broken can dive you crazy!&lt;br /&gt;But most of all to be in love is the greatest gift you can give nothing but love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612875879171081139-7489308847186234961?l=angelchelsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelchelsea.blogspot.com/feeds/7489308847186234961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612875879171081139&amp;postID=7489308847186234961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612875879171081139/posts/default/7489308847186234961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612875879171081139/posts/default/7489308847186234961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelchelsea.blogspot.com/2007/05/heart.html' title='the heart'/><author><name>Chellcy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3b0ewIdg7k/Sa8jBBYjwaI/AAAAAAAAACE/HJ8kyFMfbuk/S220/CR_1015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612875879171081139.post-5391661557520373120</id><published>2007-05-06T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T08:21:05.945-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tricks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='behavior'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trades'/><title type='text'>do you want to know?</title><content type='html'>Do you want to know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to know if he loves you so?&lt;br /&gt;Is it in his embrace?&lt;br /&gt;No that’s only his arms!&lt;br /&gt;Is it in the ways he say I love you?&lt;br /&gt;No that is just to let you know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to know if he loves you so?&lt;br /&gt;Is it in his eyes?&lt;br /&gt;No it just to mesmerize!&lt;br /&gt;Is it in his eyes?&lt;br /&gt;No you will be deceived!&lt;br /&gt;Is it in his face?&lt;br /&gt;No that is only his charm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to know if this boy loves me so!&lt;br /&gt;I will find it in his kiss! Kiss him and hold him tight and ill get my answer tonight!&lt;br /&gt;Its in his kiss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612875879171081139-5391661557520373120?l=angelchelsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelchelsea.blogspot.com/feeds/5391661557520373120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612875879171081139&amp;postID=5391661557520373120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612875879171081139/posts/default/5391661557520373120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612875879171081139/posts/default/5391661557520373120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelchelsea.blogspot.com/2007/05/do-you-want-to-know.html' title='do you want to know?'/><author><name>Chellcy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3b0ewIdg7k/Sa8jBBYjwaI/AAAAAAAAACE/HJ8kyFMfbuk/S220/CR_1015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612875879171081139.post-5967748560130652860</id><published>2007-05-06T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T08:18:44.385-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advice.needs'/><title type='text'>what a girl wants</title><content type='html'>A girl wants to look like she is the most beautiful girl in the world. She wants to feel like she is the sexiest girl alive. She needs attention and care. She needs love and compassion. She wants the perfect boyfriend that every other girls wants. She wants a man to blow her mind give her butterflies every time he is around. She wants him to remember every birthday, Christmas, valentines. She wants someone who would make her smile when she is mad and when tears are rolling down her cheeks. And when things go wrong he is beside her 100%. And no matter what she does he will always love her!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612875879171081139-5967748560130652860?l=angelchelsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelchelsea.blogspot.com/feeds/5967748560130652860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612875879171081139&amp;postID=5967748560130652860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612875879171081139/posts/default/5967748560130652860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612875879171081139/posts/default/5967748560130652860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelchelsea.blogspot.com/2007/05/what-girl-wants.html' title='what a girl wants'/><author><name>Chellcy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3b0ewIdg7k/Sa8jBBYjwaI/AAAAAAAAACE/HJ8kyFMfbuk/S220/CR_1015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612875879171081139.post-7957311544069214301</id><published>2007-05-06T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T08:15:49.754-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='never owned'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loss'/><title type='text'>how can you loose some thing you never had?</title><content type='html'>How can you loose something you never had?&lt;br /&gt;The one thing you love the most in life that you never had always seems like you owned it. You do everything like it belongs to you and you live like you are perfectly fine, but life, it doesn’t seem you are miss out anything. You walked across the moon and live like there was no tomorrow but, is it ok for you to do so? You won’t know the answer until you are willing to realize that you need to accept the facts that what ever you want and you can’t get it you have to let it go. Letting go is hard but on the other hand you cannot cry or be mad at your self for loosing something you never had! Your thoughts of the one special thing or person will never go away but remember you did not loose it! Why? It did not belong to you in the beginning but you had a choice to pick either you want to let the thought linger or you would get up and demand and work towards the goal of getting the most important thing to you! What is the most important thing to you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612875879171081139-7957311544069214301?l=angelchelsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelchelsea.blogspot.com/feeds/7957311544069214301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612875879171081139&amp;postID=7957311544069214301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612875879171081139/posts/default/7957311544069214301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612875879171081139/posts/default/7957311544069214301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelchelsea.blogspot.com/2007/05/how-can-you-loose-some-thing-you-never.html' title='how can you loose some thing you never had?'/><author><name>Chellcy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3b0ewIdg7k/Sa8jBBYjwaI/AAAAAAAAACE/HJ8kyFMfbuk/S220/CR_1015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612875879171081139.post-4148791953694594638</id><published>2007-05-06T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T15:33:25.446-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='questions'/><title type='text'>what is life?</title><content type='html'>What is life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In life one will experience many changes. should I accept them or just let them take me over? I don’t know how to find my answer but when you are not sure, always trust your guts. What is my gut saying? I am to take my self away from negative responses and live life as it comes by?  Or by taking a breath and enjoy the gifts presented unto me?&lt;br /&gt;Acceptance to certain things is very hard, but, how do I accept something my soul does not want?&lt;br /&gt;What do I do?&lt;br /&gt;Will it go away?&lt;br /&gt;Will it destroy me?&lt;br /&gt;I have no clue how to answer these questions but being irrational really won’t help me into getting better!&lt;br /&gt;so I ask again what is life? &lt;br /&gt;Do I let this be a ride and take the features with it? Or do I find my self and take a risk?&lt;br /&gt;There are many questions, but most of all the main one is do I have a life?&lt;br /&gt;Then I will ask my self what kind of life do I have?&lt;br /&gt;So what am I asking?&lt;br /&gt;We only get one chance in life so I suggest we live it like we love it and accept the reality that it can be very mean!&lt;br /&gt;what is life?&lt;br /&gt;do you have a life?&lt;br /&gt;what is your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                            LACIANNE .C. MARTIN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612875879171081139-4148791953694594638?l=angelchelsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelchelsea.blogspot.com/feeds/4148791953694594638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612875879171081139&amp;postID=4148791953694594638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612875879171081139/posts/default/4148791953694594638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612875879171081139/posts/default/4148791953694594638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelchelsea.blogspot.com/2007/05/what-is-life.html' title='what is life?'/><author><name>Chellcy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k3b0ewIdg7k/Sa8jBBYjwaI/AAAAAAAAACE/HJ8kyFMfbuk/S220/CR_1015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
