<?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-2174348258160069187</id><updated>2012-02-16T04:46:07.211-08:00</updated><title type='text'>destroying the world</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://night-lia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2174348258160069187/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://night-lia.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14015833415083417375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kY-niG0RBE8/Slup2J2-L0I/AAAAAAAAABk/10n7yZMiFhY/S220/PIC_0415.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2174348258160069187.post-8981126699409617234</id><published>2010-02-05T13:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T13:11:32.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sure&lt;br /&gt;I am noone now&lt;br /&gt;From this moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure this all &lt;br /&gt;Just says to me &lt;br /&gt;'Deal with what life gives, never ask for more'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure&lt;br /&gt;That dreaming never ends up good&lt;br /&gt;No matter what heart says, it lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure&lt;br /&gt;That I'm too weak &lt;br /&gt;And I enjoy being like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure&lt;br /&gt;That's my mistake&lt;br /&gt;That's something wrong in me&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;br /&gt;sure&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2174348258160069187-8981126699409617234?l=night-lia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://night-lia.blogspot.com/feeds/8981126699409617234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2174348258160069187&amp;postID=8981126699409617234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;When the air around was cold&lt;br /&gt;So softly it melted the ice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had your fire burning here&lt;br /&gt;I heard your voice whispering&lt;br /&gt;So softly it melted the ice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard silence that was not a killer&lt;br /&gt;When closing the eyes did hurt&lt;br /&gt;An illusion that freezes me&lt;br /&gt;on the inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where I left my hopes&lt;br /&gt;With fallen teardrops&lt;br /&gt;Where ended the illusion&lt;br /&gt;freezing me on the inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why the birds sing their lullaby&lt;br /&gt;That seems to be their last one&lt;br /&gt;So softly it freezes their hearts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How the wings are this heavy&lt;br /&gt;That you can't fly at all&lt;br /&gt;So softly it freezes their eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How come I am alone here&lt;br /&gt;When that seemes you're mine&lt;br /&gt;That's how&lt;br /&gt;my butterflies die&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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die'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14015833415083417375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kY-niG0RBE8/Slup2J2-L0I/AAAAAAAAABk/10n7yZMiFhY/S220/PIC_0415.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2174348258160069187.post-3214448119689584090</id><published>2009-12-26T12:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T12:36:23.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>half-tricky, half-referencely</title><content type='html'>It seems like I can't even fight for a thing, can't make myself do a thing, often i do not keep the promises I made even to my own self...&lt;br /&gt;I want my hair to be bright purple. Or blue. Or green. So noone in this world would think I am steady and calm.&lt;br /&gt;It seems that I am weak and hysterical. I'm getting even more sure about that when I get into a trouble. Those situations also prove to me that I can't fight for anything.&lt;br /&gt;I want my eyes to be brightly green. Cat's eyes. Shining in the dark. Then people would fear me even more. And then there would be an explanation to it. Cause then I would look like if I am absolutely not calm, not even a steady person.&lt;br /&gt;It seems that I can't even explain a thing and talk half-tricky, half-referencely, not understanding that people only stay silent cause they haven't understood some words, and sure, have no idea what the whole phrase might mean.&lt;br /&gt;I want the sky to be bloody red. With lilac. Raspberry pink. And violet. So not a single thing in this lights would somehow remind me of a real world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2174348258160069187-3214448119689584090?l=night-lia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://night-lia.blogspot.com/feeds/3214448119689584090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2174348258160069187&amp;postID=3214448119689584090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2174348258160069187/posts/default/3214448119689584090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2174348258160069187/posts/default/3214448119689584090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://night-lia.blogspot.com/2009/12/half-tricky-half-referencely.html' title='half-tricky, half-referencely'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14015833415083417375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kY-niG0RBE8/Slup2J2-L0I/AAAAAAAAABk/10n7yZMiFhY/S220/PIC_0415.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2174348258160069187.post-2138904772492662759</id><published>2009-12-26T12:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T12:35:32.987-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lose you (in a movie)</title><content type='html'>What if we were in a movie?&lt;br /&gt;In one of those&lt;br /&gt;where life is always&lt;br /&gt;pretty harsh&lt;br /&gt;with everyone -&lt;br /&gt;It seems like we are&lt;br /&gt;And it&lt;br /&gt;only plays with us&lt;br /&gt;It fakes the life&lt;br /&gt;Bizarre&lt;br /&gt;Weird&lt;br /&gt;Fictitious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish someone of those&lt;br /&gt;who watches the movie&lt;br /&gt;To finally convince me that this all&lt;br /&gt;will somehow happily&lt;br /&gt;be ended up&lt;br /&gt;I can only hope&lt;br /&gt;that will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought&lt;br /&gt;that you does not exist&lt;br /&gt;I thought&lt;br /&gt;someone like you&lt;br /&gt;can't even be real&lt;br /&gt;But with all that&lt;br /&gt;you suddenly do&lt;br /&gt;You make the world around me&lt;br /&gt;change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear them say&lt;br /&gt;you can't be real&lt;br /&gt;Whom do I have to believe?&lt;br /&gt;When all that happened nearly each time&lt;br /&gt;before&lt;br /&gt;I've lost this all&lt;br /&gt;And I still have something left in me&lt;br /&gt;to keep losing&lt;br /&gt;I can't lose you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2174348258160069187-2138904772492662759?l=night-lia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kY-niG0RBE8/Slup2J2-L0I/AAAAAAAAABk/10n7yZMiFhY/S220/PIC_0415.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2174348258160069187.post-3576118377364885273</id><published>2009-12-26T12:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T12:33:04.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>silently (whispering the scream)</title><content type='html'>The words&lt;br /&gt;Coming out of my mouth&lt;br /&gt;Silently&lt;br /&gt;Whispering the scream&lt;br /&gt;That suffocates the dream&lt;br /&gt;living within&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come what should come&lt;br /&gt;Leave me&lt;br /&gt;Overboard&lt;br /&gt;with all&lt;br /&gt;The words unsaid&lt;br /&gt;The prices unpaid&lt;br /&gt;Come life&lt;br /&gt;Choose someone instead of me&lt;br /&gt;I was always&lt;br /&gt;watching&lt;br /&gt;How everything passed&lt;br /&gt;When keeping pain&lt;br /&gt;inside&lt;br /&gt;And wanting to be never changed&lt;br /&gt;Keep my mind&lt;br /&gt;the way it is&lt;br /&gt;Let me be&lt;br /&gt;eversleeping&lt;br /&gt;The Thoughtthief&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the lie&lt;br /&gt;The little piece of burning blood&lt;br /&gt;In me&lt;br /&gt;Wants to break free&lt;br /&gt;And finally explode&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd fall&lt;br /&gt;I'd cry out&lt;br /&gt;And in a fantasy&lt;br /&gt;Would you wipe my tears&lt;br /&gt;And would you listen&lt;br /&gt;How I beg you&lt;br /&gt;To love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The words&lt;br /&gt;Coming out of my mouth -&lt;br /&gt;- Wouldn't they scare you?&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't you just run?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in a fantasy&lt;br /&gt;I beg you&lt;br /&gt;fallen down&lt;br /&gt;on my knees&lt;br /&gt;to love me&lt;br /&gt;While in&lt;br /&gt;The reality&lt;br /&gt;I'm silently&lt;br /&gt;Whispering the scream&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2174348258160069187-3576118377364885273?l=night-lia.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kY-niG0RBE8/Slup2J2-L0I/AAAAAAAAABk/10n7yZMiFhY/S220/PIC_0415.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2174348258160069187.post-328237763893304026</id><published>2009-10-11T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T12:33:23.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs212.snc1/7916_166451913248_805293248_2604009_6596452_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 428px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs212.snc1/7916_166451913248_805293248_2604009_6596452_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave me alone on the stage with the lights turned on&lt;br /&gt;So I can take pics of myself till the mind is finally gone&lt;br /&gt;I will sit on a chair wicked and already thin&lt;br /&gt;Hands and arms don't move, I can't even breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts would be the only one thing left to kill me and at the same time to feed&lt;br /&gt;I would close up my tired eyes&lt;br /&gt;I won't turn off the light&lt;br /&gt;So you're gonna see a scene where even a camera bleeds&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2174348258160069187-328237763893304026?l=night-lia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://night-lia.blogspot.com/feeds/328237763893304026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2174348258160069187&amp;postID=328237763893304026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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      so many little pieces&lt;br /&gt;                      of broken mirror&lt;br /&gt;                      instead of my skin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing was like I've thought&lt;br /&gt;               the world just teases&lt;br /&gt;                      it's a sourse of terror&lt;br /&gt;                      which is reflected in&lt;br /&gt;                      me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels like I've got&lt;br /&gt;                      my wings painted with blood&lt;br /&gt;               taken from your eyes&lt;br /&gt;                      I am reflecting it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing was like I've thought&lt;br /&gt;                      my name which I forgot&lt;br /&gt;               becoming your lie&lt;br /&gt;                      I am reflecting it&lt;br /&gt;                      in me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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