<?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-5323868</id><updated>2011-04-21T10:49:06.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fraen</title><subtitle type='html'>Miscellaneous poetry I write and post subject to criticism. All poems by Andrea Strecker Copyrighted©2003</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fraen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323868/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08253273667393049243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323868.post-106696255840675297</id><published>2003-10-23T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-23T19:29:18.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Untitled&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;As I lie Awake&lt;br /&gt;Reality becomes a Dream&lt;br /&gt;Pain is felt&lt;br /&gt;Happiness has fled&lt;br /&gt;My mind has withdrawn&lt;br /&gt;From my body&lt;br /&gt;Eyes are blank&lt;br /&gt;The Void is near&lt;br /&gt;Like a black hole&lt;br /&gt;It takes me in&lt;br /&gt;All this I watch&lt;br /&gt;From within my Soul&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323868-106696255840675297?l=fraen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323868/posts/default/106696255840675297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323868/posts/default/106696255840675297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraen.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106696255840675297' title=''/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08253273667393049243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323868.post-106643279194751399</id><published>2003-10-17T16:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-17T16:19:51.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;This Nation America&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Darkness envelopes this nation&lt;br /&gt;Blinding all from the real world&lt;br /&gt;This is all an illusion&lt;br /&gt;While we sit here and laugh&lt;br /&gt;We are Oblivious to the millions dying&lt;br /&gt;For what? &lt;br /&gt;The government to pay off debts&lt;br /&gt;Mother Nature is suffering&lt;br /&gt;Because of our ignorance&lt;br /&gt;We destroy her&lt;br /&gt;Reaping the products&lt;br /&gt;Of her slow death&lt;br /&gt;Animals perish just for game or greed&lt;br /&gt;We think it's fun&lt;br /&gt;Laughing at our kill&lt;br /&gt;They mount it's head on a wall&lt;br /&gt;Knowing our ability to &lt;br /&gt;Kill Satisfies us&lt;br /&gt;We don't see&lt;br /&gt;We are killing&lt;br /&gt;Ourselves&lt;br /&gt;Never will we know this&lt;br /&gt;If this path is not left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We see the world &lt;br /&gt;As not a living creature&lt;br /&gt;But a machine which to profit from.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323868-106643279194751399?l=fraen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323868/posts/default/106643279194751399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323868/posts/default/106643279194751399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraen.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106643279194751399' title=''/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08253273667393049243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323868.post-106643166701129068</id><published>2003-10-17T16:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-17T16:01:07.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Why Try?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Born into darkness and chaos&lt;br /&gt;Decay and Despair&lt;br /&gt;Is all this soul know&lt;br /&gt;As I travel &lt;br /&gt;To the world of light&lt;br /&gt;I am sickened by&lt;br /&gt;The ignorance of those&lt;br /&gt;Who dwell in the &lt;br /&gt;Land of purity&lt;br /&gt;I leave for the void&lt;br /&gt;Where reality lies&lt;br /&gt;There is no point&lt;br /&gt;To being good or evil&lt;br /&gt;None shall be remembered &lt;br /&gt;When the time comes&lt;br /&gt;Greed, Violence&lt;br /&gt;Charity, Kindness&lt;br /&gt;All are intertwined &lt;br /&gt;Why waste time defining the line?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323868-106643166701129068?l=fraen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323868/posts/default/106643166701129068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323868/posts/default/106643166701129068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraen.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106643166701129068' title=''/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08253273667393049243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323868.post-106219878448705932</id><published>2003-08-29T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-29T16:18:48.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;The Depart&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;An Ocean full of tears and despair&lt;br /&gt;As I sail through&lt;br /&gt;The Surface pulls me in&lt;br /&gt;Deeper and deeper I fall&lt;br /&gt;Light turns to dark&lt;br /&gt;So blind, everything is black&lt;br /&gt;Sorrow and madness&lt;br /&gt;Is all this body knows&lt;br /&gt;I let myself go&lt;br /&gt;And fall into their control&lt;br /&gt;Pain has left and so has &lt;br /&gt;My mind&lt;br /&gt;Eyes no longer see&lt;br /&gt;Heart no longer beats&lt;br /&gt;My Body, lifeless&lt;br /&gt;Falls to the depths and&lt;br /&gt;Touches the ocean bed&lt;br /&gt;Pain, sorrow, despair, tears, life&lt;br /&gt;All has left, my body no longer&lt;br /&gt;In Hell&lt;br /&gt;Is instead where it belongs&lt;br /&gt;In the Ocean of Sorrow&lt;br /&gt;Here on Earth.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is self explanatory.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323868-106219878448705932?l=fraen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323868/posts/default/106219878448705932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323868/posts/default/106219878448705932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraen.blogspot.com/2003_08_24_archive.html#106219878448705932' title=''/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08253273667393049243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323868.post-95599386</id><published>2003-06-12T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-29T16:07:33.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Pondering with Great Minds&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;As I lay down&lt;br /&gt;I wonder&lt;br /&gt;What it would be like&lt;br /&gt;To ponder&lt;br /&gt;With the greatest&lt;br /&gt;Minds ever to have&lt;br /&gt;Graced our planet with&lt;br /&gt;Their brilliance&lt;br /&gt;What would be discussed?&lt;br /&gt;Various theories&lt;br /&gt;Which have not been proved&lt;br /&gt;Or disproved?&lt;br /&gt;Or rather &lt;br /&gt;Ways to benefit &lt;br /&gt;Mother Nature while &lt;br /&gt;Benefiting humans&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, instead,&lt;br /&gt;The birth of the Universe&lt;br /&gt;How we came to be&lt;br /&gt;And the miracle of life&lt;br /&gt;Whatever is discussed&lt;br /&gt;Is sure to be enlightening&lt;br /&gt;As well as inspirational&lt;br /&gt;To all who admire&lt;br /&gt;Such miracles.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just thinking about this and wrote it down. Hope it's okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323868-95599386?l=fraen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323868/posts/default/95599386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323868/posts/default/95599386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraen.blogspot.com/2003_06_08_archive.html#95599386' title=''/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08253273667393049243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323868.post-94502744</id><published>2003-05-17T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-23T19:45:44.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Emotions Astir&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I've discovered happiness&lt;br /&gt;Everyone around looks down upon&lt;br /&gt;Happiness is immoral&lt;br /&gt;You cheer for my other&lt;br /&gt;While condemning me&lt;br /&gt;You love my failures&lt;br /&gt;Bar my success&lt;br /&gt;I beseech you&lt;br /&gt;Why do you detest me?&lt;br /&gt;Do I disgust you?&lt;br /&gt;Inside I'm torn apart&lt;br /&gt;I've learned to praise you&lt;br /&gt;Yet you punish me&lt;br /&gt;I'm ecstatic, depressed, &lt;br /&gt;curious, furious, confused&lt;br /&gt;None are happy for me&lt;br /&gt;Inside and out I weep&lt;br /&gt;Does my success mean nothing?&lt;br /&gt;Must I fail to succeed?&lt;br /&gt;to be praised, to be loved?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote this when I found out that my family really doesn't care about my success, nor do many others. They only seem to care about my sister's success, which I don't think I'll ever understand.. I had received a letter, aksing me if my poems could be published in the U.K. both Alyson and my mother saw it. My mother shrugged it off, and didn't care at all. And Alyson became upset, angry, I would say, she said it isn't that big of a deal. Her reaction didn't hit me as much as my mother's. It didn't because I figured Alyson was just jealous that she didn't get something like that, even though she won awards from school. But I thought my mother would at least be happy, but, boy was I wrong, as you can see, I put all my feelings into this poem in which I was feeling at that moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323868-94502744?l=fraen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323868/posts/default/94502744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323868/posts/default/94502744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraen.blogspot.com/2003_05_11_archive.html#94502744' title=''/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08253273667393049243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323868.post-93280646</id><published>2003-04-25T21:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-17T09:30:47.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;The Newborn Foal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fragile like a piece of glass&lt;br /&gt;As healthy as can be&lt;br /&gt;Small like a human child&lt;br /&gt;Shivering in the sunrise&lt;br /&gt;With a little help &lt;br /&gt;He stands tall&lt;br /&gt;He sees another foal&lt;br /&gt;They start to play&lt;br /&gt;This is the beginning &lt;br /&gt;Of a new day&lt;br /&gt;And a new life.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one was also written for a school assignment. We had to have a certain number of poems for a portfolio so I came up with this. I hope it's okay for you guys! I wrote it in eighth grade(same grade for The Cloth:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323868-93280646?l=fraen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323868/posts/default/93280646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323868/posts/default/93280646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraen.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93280646' title=''/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08253273667393049243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323868.post-93280675</id><published>2003-04-25T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-17T09:30:34.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Tuffy &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Loving, caring, peaceful, sweet&lt;br /&gt;Never a fight did you seek&lt;br /&gt;None other of which the likes have been seen&lt;br /&gt;As you have lived you have brought joy&lt;br /&gt;To all that have known&lt;br /&gt;You will live on forever in our hearts&lt;br /&gt;Your soul is pure&lt;br /&gt;And now you're in&lt;br /&gt;Another world&lt;br /&gt;I love you now and always will&lt;br /&gt;I hope to see you in Somerland.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is about my older sister's cat, Tuffy. Whom I feel is a wonderful companion. He is not dead as of this moment (when I wrote this). But he is old and I fear death will soon be upon him. I will try to remember the good times I had with him. Although I will be deeply saddened by his passing. I hope everyone has someone or something they feel this close to. I have more than Tuffy, but his seemingly close end has made me realize those people and I only hope they know this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323868-93280675?l=fraen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323868/posts/default/93280675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323868/posts/default/93280675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraen.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93280675' title=''/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08253273667393049243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323868.post-93280584</id><published>2003-04-25T21:46:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-17T09:32:52.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Moonlight Dancing &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Moonlight pours through the leaves &lt;br /&gt;Glistening atop a nearby lake &lt;br /&gt;The forest is asleep while the moonlight &lt;br /&gt;Dances with the shadows &lt;br /&gt;Silence is heard throughout the wood &lt;br /&gt;Menacing clouds begin to form &lt;br /&gt;Trapping the light &lt;br /&gt;The light begins to fade &lt;br /&gt;The few creatures still awake head for shelter &lt;br /&gt;A loud crack and a heart trembling boom &lt;br /&gt;It begins to pour, soaking everything it touches &lt;br /&gt;Raindrops tickle the surface of the water &lt;br /&gt;Forming ripples &lt;br /&gt;The rain lasts only a few minutes &lt;br /&gt;As a strange hooded figure appears &lt;br /&gt;The shape of a human, but of a different sort &lt;br /&gt;They chant as they glide along the edge &lt;br /&gt;Of the silver lagoon &lt;br /&gt;The dark clouds disperse as they retreat &lt;br /&gt;Revealing the moon &lt;br /&gt;And it's glorious light once more &lt;br /&gt;Again the moonlight dances &lt;br /&gt;This time not with the shadows &lt;br /&gt;But the one who set it free.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much to say here, just inspiration from the heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323868-93280584?l=fraen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323868/posts/default/93280584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323868/posts/default/93280584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraen.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93280584' title=''/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08253273667393049243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323868.post-93280599</id><published>2003-04-25T21:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-17T09:31:53.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;My Love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;When I'm lost, you're my guide&lt;br /&gt;When my world is dark, you're my light&lt;br /&gt;When my world is cold, you're my warmth&lt;br /&gt;When I'm weak, you're my strength&lt;br /&gt;You're always there when no one else cares&lt;br /&gt;You are my one, my only, my love.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This wasn't written for any particular person, I just wrote it because the words came to me. But from time to time when I read it, I feel comforted, thinking that there may be someone out there just for me, but I just haven't found him yet....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323868-93280599?l=fraen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323868/posts/default/93280599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323868/posts/default/93280599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraen.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93280599' title=''/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08253273667393049243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323868.post-93280621</id><published>2003-04-25T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-17T09:31:40.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;The Cloth&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Soft as wolf's fur&lt;br /&gt;White as the whitest snow&lt;br /&gt;Warm like a child's blanket&lt;br /&gt;Wraps around fragile objects to protect them&lt;br /&gt;Like a mother would a child.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's not good, but I wrtoe it for a school assignment in English. I think I did at least somewhat good. We had to choose an object in a basket and write a poem about it, after everyone else had something, I was stuck with this white cloth. So I know it's not too good, along with all my poems, but I think they're okay.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323868-93280621?l=fraen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323868/posts/default/93280621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323868/posts/default/93280621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraen.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93280621' title=''/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08253273667393049243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323868.post-93280561</id><published>2003-04-25T21:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-17T09:33:47.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;The Dream&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****NOTE***** this is not an actual dream I had. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eyes closed as the sun glistens through each leaf as it sets peacefully.&lt;br /&gt;A crack, I open my eyes to find a wolf with his pack surrounding me. &lt;br /&gt;We stare into each others eyes as if we were long lost kin. &lt;br /&gt;I hear crying as one, a lesser in rank, though still important, brings forth a human child. &lt;br /&gt;I understand what they want me to do, &lt;br /&gt;But I tell them I cannot properly take care of a child, even though I wish I could. &lt;br /&gt;Kearea, the leader, tells me I can "Follow your heart, for if you do, you cannot fail". &lt;br /&gt;They bring me to their den, inviting me to come whenever I need protection, or someone to understand.&lt;br /&gt;I take the child, hoping they are right, all the while wondering &lt;br /&gt;why they chose me, was I destined to be with this child, &lt;br /&gt;to raise and protect it? &lt;br /&gt;As I walk away, towards the thickness of the woods, &lt;br /&gt;I am surrounded once again, this time by evil men. &lt;br /&gt;I cry for help, the wolves come to my rescue,&lt;br /&gt;telling me to leave with the baby while I still had a chance.&lt;br /&gt;I run, terrified, I hear the wolves’ cry, &lt;br /&gt;a cry that could bring down the sun and the moon.&lt;br /&gt;They have been killed, my only true friends. &lt;br /&gt;I continue to run, hold the child close to my chest, declaring,&lt;br /&gt;if anyone were to harm this child they would be cursed.&lt;br /&gt;Trees are being cut down wherever I go, &lt;br /&gt;Making it impossible to hide.&lt;br /&gt;Overpowered, they strike me down and take the child. &lt;br /&gt;With the last of me, I hear the child scream. &lt;br /&gt;I cry, the screaming has stopped.&lt;br /&gt;The men return, giving me the child, it is dead! &lt;br /&gt;I cry to Sun and Moon &lt;br /&gt;Asking for forgiveness, I have failed you!&lt;br /&gt;A loud buzz awakens me. &lt;br /&gt;It was all a dream, but I couldn't help but weep, &lt;br /&gt;These events did not actually happen, but I had still failed,&lt;br /&gt;even though I did not in reality take part in these events!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just on the computer when the inspiration hit me!^-^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323868-93280561?l=fraen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323868/posts/default/93280561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323868/posts/default/93280561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraen.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93280561' title=''/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08253273667393049243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323868.post-93280573</id><published>2003-04-25T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-17T09:33:10.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;The Robed Woman&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Soft, sweet sunlight &lt;br /&gt;Filtering through the leaves&lt;br /&gt;The wind whispers my name &lt;br /&gt;I am drawn to a mystical lake &lt;br /&gt;That calls me forth &lt;br /&gt;A reflection I see, but it is not I.&lt;br /&gt;As if I were seeing myself &lt;br /&gt;From another life &lt;br /&gt;Covered in a rich green robe&lt;br /&gt;With a friendly yet foreign &lt;br /&gt;But familiar face. &lt;br /&gt;In one hand is a sphere, &lt;br /&gt;The other, a staff. &lt;br /&gt;She smiles and disappears,&lt;br /&gt;I now see myself. &lt;br /&gt;I wonder where she has gone... &lt;br /&gt;I search for what seems like hours.&lt;br /&gt;She is nowhere to be found. &lt;br /&gt;She has haunted my dreams &lt;br /&gt;'Till now, now she is gone. &lt;br /&gt;As I wander through the forest &lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I will ever see her again.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the same with The Dream!^-^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323868-93280573?l=fraen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323868/posts/default/93280573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323868/posts/default/93280573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraen.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93280573' title=''/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08253273667393049243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323868.post-93280520</id><published>2003-04-25T21:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-17T09:34:23.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Ocean Of Life&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The waters of the ocean revives us when we're tired&lt;br /&gt;The water of the ocean drowns us when we can't swim&lt;br /&gt;The ocean is calm and welcoming, yet is it violent and treacherous&lt;br /&gt;The ocean gave us life&lt;br /&gt;There we will surely perish&lt;br /&gt;Is the ocean really the ocean of life?&lt;br /&gt;Or is it the Ocean of death?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people may not appreciate this poem but I think it makes most think about how they look at things. Hopefully it makes them look at both sides of each situation, then they can better understand what is happening, the same goes for people too. I hope that this helps everyone who reads this to understand that not everything is what it seems, good or bad, there may be more to what they know^-^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323868-93280520?l=fraen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323868/posts/default/93280520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323868/posts/default/93280520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraen.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93280520' title=''/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08253273667393049243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323868.post-93280539</id><published>2003-04-25T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-17T09:34:01.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Take Me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Take me from this world I've come to hate&lt;br /&gt;End my suffering&lt;br /&gt;End my pain&lt;br /&gt;Take me from this world that doesn't care&lt;br /&gt;End my torture&lt;br /&gt;Take me, no one will notice&lt;br /&gt;Take me, is that so much to ask?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote this when I was depressed... I don't think many people realized I was, if any. But like I said I wrote this when I was depressed, and that was a while ago, although I still somewhat feel this way, it isn't as bad as it was whe I wrote, so at least I have improved!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323868-93280539?l=fraen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323868/posts/default/93280539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323868/posts/default/93280539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraen.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93280539' title=''/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08253273667393049243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323868.post-93280477</id><published>2003-04-25T21:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-17T09:35:18.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Good Souls&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dedicate this poem to my sister Kim who was always there for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Good Souls are the healers of the hurt&lt;br /&gt;The Good Souls are the peacekeepers of the world&lt;br /&gt;The Good Souls remind us how good life can be&lt;br /&gt;The Good Souls make us see the good in everything&lt;br /&gt;The Good Souls remind us that love and compassion conquers all&lt;br /&gt;Without the Good Souls the world would be without hope.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one expresses what I feel are the qualities of truly benevolent people. There are other qualities which good people posses, this I know. But these are the qualities that I feel are the most important. I hope there are more good people in this world to come. If things keep going the way they are there will not be any left. But I have faith that most people are good and that in the following years, things will only continue to become brighter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323868-93280477?l=fraen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323868/posts/default/93280477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323868/posts/default/93280477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraen.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93280477' title=''/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08253273667393049243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323868.post-93280505</id><published>2003-04-25T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-17T09:35:03.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Mother&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dedicate this poem to my Mother who has always been there for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You are my sunshine when my skies are gray&lt;br /&gt;My savior when I'm lost &lt;br /&gt;My guardian angel to love me&lt;br /&gt;My protector when I'm weak&lt;br /&gt;You are always there for me&lt;br /&gt;You are the one who gave me life&lt;br /&gt;You are my mother.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This poem is about my mother who has always been there for me when I needed her. I don't have one about my father because he hasn't really. He wasn't really there when my older sister, twin sister and I were little, and now he expects us, now teenagers (my sister and I, my older sister being married) to be best buds. I t realy irritates me. But anyway, this poem isn't about him, it's about my mother. She's a wonderful person, she's a good natured person, and whenever i am sad she is there to help me along with any other problems that I have. I know that she would do anything for my sisters and I to be happy and I appreciate that, whether she know it or not. I love her she is the best mother anyone could have!^-^ I also hope she knows that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323868-93280505?l=fraen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323868/posts/default/93280505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323868/posts/default/93280505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraen.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93280505' title=''/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08253273667393049243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323868.post-93279542</id><published>2003-04-25T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-17T09:35:57.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Dreams&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dreams, what are they?&lt;br /&gt;Dreams are experiences from past lives&lt;br /&gt;Dreams give us knowledge for success&lt;br /&gt;Dreams are for personal growth&lt;br /&gt;Dreams give us insight for the future to come&lt;br /&gt;Dreams, will we ever comprehend all that dreams have to offer?&lt;br /&gt;Only time will tell.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This poem is just something I wrote. I have always wondered if dreams somehow show us what will or will not happen, or things we subconsciously want to happen. Everyone seems to have a different view on the subject. We may never truly know why we dream, but each one of us can have his/her idea. I have always felt that everyone's view is correct because we do not actually know. Of course some people may disagree with me and say that there is only one correct answer, again I do not care as long as no one tells me it is wrong to accept everyone's views. Well, that's pretty much all I have to say about this one. I hope you do not find it to be too bad!^-^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323868-93279542?l=fraen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323868/posts/default/93279542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323868/posts/default/93279542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraen.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93279542' title=''/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08253273667393049243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323868.post-93279522</id><published>2003-04-25T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-17T09:36:16.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Alone&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm all alone&lt;br /&gt;No one to tell me that everything will be okay&lt;br /&gt;No one to run to when things go wrong&lt;br /&gt;No one to tell me that I am loved&lt;br /&gt;No one but me&lt;br /&gt;I'm all alone&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This poem just sort of symbolizes how I feel at times. Athough not always when I'm alone, occasionally I will feel this way. Anyway this poem helps me express what I intermittently feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323868-93279522?l=fraen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323868/posts/default/93279522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323868/posts/default/93279522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fraen.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93279522' title=''/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08253273667393049243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
