<?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-1892798853531175511</id><updated>2011-07-28T11:02:53.907-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Writing Frenzy</title><subtitle type='html'>This blog contains my poems, short stories, and my ideas for stories.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomieangie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892798853531175511/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomieangie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nomieangie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07740189903107098770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8PAFN6VxDNM/SeeMw5o6-cI/AAAAAAAAAAM/YYhp7BswZWQ/S220/Naomi2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1892798853531175511.post-1934129017571878433</id><published>2009-08-23T17:17:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T18:01:42.744-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Doubt (Painfully amateur. Made up right on the spot.)</title><content type='html'>"Oh Lucy! How exciting!" Lydia ran and wrapped me in a hug. The news of my engagement was spreading through my hometown quite quickly.&lt;br /&gt;     "I know, I'm so happy!" I smiled and held my hand out to flash the ring one more time, I couldn't help but look at it as well. It was so wonderful to think that I was so in love. I really couldn't stop smiling.&lt;br /&gt;     Lydia, ever the romantic, started to pepper me with questions. What was his name? How did we meet? When would I bring him to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Austrona&lt;/span&gt;, our beautiful hometown?&lt;br /&gt;I laughed. "Slow down, Lydia. His name is Oliver Matthews. I'll tell you how we met later. I'll bring him to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Austrona&lt;/span&gt; soon."&lt;br /&gt;     "Oh fabulous!!! You must come to my party tonight and tell all!" Lydia was begging with her eyes and positively beaming, I just couldn't say no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;    The minute I arrived at the party I was swarmed by well wishers and young girls awaiting my story. I loved telling this story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;     "I was at a charitable bazaar. There was dancing of course, I danced with several different gentlemen, but none seemed to sweep me off my feet. After my third or fourth dance I was quite thirsty, as I made my way to the punch table I bumped into him and very nearly fell, but luckily he caught my waist. The minute I looked into his eyes I knew that this man was the man for me and I haven't doubted since."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;     I finished the story with a smile on my face and some of the girls had tears in their eyes. I laughed at them and asked, "Why on earth are you crying?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;     "It's so beautiful Lucy." They replied as they dabbed their eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;     "Oh come now, I want to hear about you girls. What have I missed?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;    All of the girls broke into grins and Lydia spoke for them."Well, there's a new boy in town, he's the cousin of Tristan Redd. We all adore him, he's so dashing!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;     "Well he sounds wonderful, will he be here tonight?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;     "YES!" Every girl shrieked with excitement and started giggling. I smiled at them, all of this giggling reminded me of our school days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;     "What's his name?" I asked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A deep velvet voice from behind sent my heart into a frantic race said, "Gabriel Tate."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I turned and looked into his handsome chiseled face, his emerald green eyes and for the first time, I doubted......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1892798853531175511-1934129017571878433?l=nomieangie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomieangie.blogspot.com/feeds/1934129017571878433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomieangie.blogspot.com/2009/08/doubt-painfully-amateur-made-up-right.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892798853531175511/posts/default/1934129017571878433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892798853531175511/posts/default/1934129017571878433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomieangie.blogspot.com/2009/08/doubt-painfully-amateur-made-up-right.html' title='Doubt (Painfully amateur. Made up right on the spot.)'/><author><name>Nomieangie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07740189903107098770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8PAFN6VxDNM/SeeMw5o6-cI/AAAAAAAAAAM/YYhp7BswZWQ/S220/Naomi2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1892798853531175511.post-9159968408680680301</id><published>2009-07-29T00:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T00:28:11.233-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell Poem</title><content type='html'>Vivid memories flash through&lt;br /&gt;my mind, it’s so hard to&lt;br /&gt;leave them behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your voice continually echoes&lt;br /&gt;inside my brain driving&lt;br /&gt;me to the outskirts&lt;br /&gt;of insane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what it is I am&lt;br /&gt;forced to do but I&lt;br /&gt;risk losing the memory&lt;br /&gt;of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that to walk away&lt;br /&gt;I must and the end to our&lt;br /&gt;story, with fate I must trust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I bid you farewell from my&lt;br /&gt;dreams and my mind and pray that&lt;br /&gt;happiness is all you find&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1892798853531175511-9159968408680680301?l=nomieangie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomieangie.blogspot.com/feeds/9159968408680680301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomieangie.blogspot.com/2009/07/farewell-poem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892798853531175511/posts/default/9159968408680680301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892798853531175511/posts/default/9159968408680680301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomieangie.blogspot.com/2009/07/farewell-poem.html' title='Farewell Poem'/><author><name>Nomieangie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07740189903107098770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8PAFN6VxDNM/SeeMw5o6-cI/AAAAAAAAAAM/YYhp7BswZWQ/S220/Naomi2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1892798853531175511.post-3981980573622738246</id><published>2009-07-29T00:25:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T00:27:12.498-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love You</title><content type='html'>I Love you,I always have&lt;br /&gt;always will&lt;br /&gt;when I see you smile at me my&lt;br /&gt;world stands still&lt;br /&gt;I want you to love me more than anything&lt;br /&gt;in the world&lt;br /&gt;I wish that for one second I could be your girl&lt;br /&gt;But I'll wait for our turn&lt;br /&gt;to dance, I know that some day&lt;br /&gt;I'll get my chance&lt;br /&gt;But until then I will&lt;br /&gt;Love you, I always have, I always will&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1892798853531175511-3981980573622738246?l=nomieangie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomieangie.blogspot.com/feeds/3981980573622738246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomieangie.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-love-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892798853531175511/posts/default/3981980573622738246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892798853531175511/posts/default/3981980573622738246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomieangie.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-love-you.html' title='I Love You'/><author><name>Nomieangie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07740189903107098770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8PAFN6VxDNM/SeeMw5o6-cI/AAAAAAAAAAM/YYhp7BswZWQ/S220/Naomi2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1892798853531175511.post-4605610305916160931</id><published>2009-07-29T00:25:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T00:25:33.508-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Remembered</title><content type='html'>Blocking the pain was supposed to be easy, letting go was supposed to be easy, forgetting was supposed to be easy, and it was until I heard your name, and I remembered how I was the one that knew your schedule, it was easy until I walked into the store and remembered how we would go shopping together, it was easy until I walked past the fountain and remembered how we tried to throw each other in, it was easy until I stood in the pouring rain and remembered how much fun we had splashing through puddles, it was easy until I saw the blue sky and remembered your eyes, it was easy until I saw the stars and remembered how we would take walks late at night.&lt;br /&gt;It was easy until I remembered....then I missed you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1892798853531175511-4605610305916160931?l=nomieangie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomieangie.blogspot.com/feeds/4605610305916160931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomieangie.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-remembered.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892798853531175511/posts/default/4605610305916160931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892798853531175511/posts/default/4605610305916160931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomieangie.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-remembered.html' title='I Remembered'/><author><name>Nomieangie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07740189903107098770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8PAFN6VxDNM/SeeMw5o6-cI/AAAAAAAAAAM/YYhp7BswZWQ/S220/Naomi2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1892798853531175511.post-244654225726398424</id><published>2009-06-17T20:29:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T20:42:10.844-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Reasons</title><content type='html'>Reasons why it would&lt;br /&gt;work and why it won't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reasons to forget you&lt;br /&gt;and yet something inside&lt;br /&gt;is screaming "Don't!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reasons to push you away&lt;br /&gt;Reasons to beg you to stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reasons to tell you&lt;br /&gt;Reasons to show you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reasons to let you know.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all these reasons&lt;br /&gt;I can and can't let you go&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1892798853531175511-244654225726398424?l=nomieangie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomieangie.blogspot.com/feeds/244654225726398424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomieangie.blogspot.com/2009/06/reasons.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892798853531175511/posts/default/244654225726398424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892798853531175511/posts/default/244654225726398424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomieangie.blogspot.com/2009/06/reasons.html' title='Reasons'/><author><name>Nomieangie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07740189903107098770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8PAFN6VxDNM/SeeMw5o6-cI/AAAAAAAAAAM/YYhp7BswZWQ/S220/Naomi2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1892798853531175511.post-8685940109283279426</id><published>2009-05-25T11:44:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T11:51:48.773-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>This poem was written by one of my friends and she wishes to remain anonymous&lt;br /&gt;.....................................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;I've realized that for you&lt;br /&gt;I live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've realized that for you&lt;br /&gt;I'd die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I've realized that you&lt;br /&gt;no longer need me and&lt;br /&gt;I say it's okay through a lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I knew what you&lt;br /&gt;were thinkin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I knew what you felt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I knew how to deal with&lt;br /&gt;this before all the cards were&lt;br /&gt;dealt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that we're on the same page&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that you've made some mistakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that you know what I've been through&lt;br /&gt;down to the littlest heartbreaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like how you have a past even though&lt;br /&gt;you don't like to look back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know we can get through together&lt;br /&gt;no matter how much we lack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love all your quirks&lt;br /&gt;all your problems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to make them my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how we can sit up all night&lt;br /&gt;and just talk on the phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still I wish I knew how to&lt;br /&gt;quit you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could and it's lame&lt;br /&gt;cause you play around with my&lt;br /&gt;feelings, and my heart's not up for&lt;br /&gt;a game&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1892798853531175511-8685940109283279426?l=nomieangie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomieangie.blogspot.com/feeds/8685940109283279426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomieangie.blogspot.com/2009/05/untitled.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892798853531175511/posts/default/8685940109283279426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892798853531175511/posts/default/8685940109283279426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomieangie.blogspot.com/2009/05/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>Nomieangie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07740189903107098770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8PAFN6VxDNM/SeeMw5o6-cI/AAAAAAAAAAM/YYhp7BswZWQ/S220/Naomi2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1892798853531175511.post-8087193880267449736</id><published>2009-04-20T10:47:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T10:48:41.310-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Without Love</title><content type='html'>A heart without love&lt;br /&gt;knows no joy, no feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A heart without love never&lt;br /&gt;finds itself reeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never spins in a world&lt;br /&gt;full of unexpected turns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never pines, never burns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A heart without love is&lt;br /&gt;empty and hollow void of&lt;br /&gt;any hope for tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun will rise and set the same way, beginning&lt;br /&gt;and ending another bleak day&lt;br /&gt;on a heart without love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1892798853531175511-8087193880267449736?l=nomieangie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomieangie.blogspot.com/feeds/8087193880267449736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomieangie.blogspot.com/2009/04/without-love.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892798853531175511/posts/default/8087193880267449736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892798853531175511/posts/default/8087193880267449736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomieangie.blogspot.com/2009/04/without-love.html' title='Without Love'/><author><name>Nomieangie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07740189903107098770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8PAFN6VxDNM/SeeMw5o6-cI/AAAAAAAAAAM/YYhp7BswZWQ/S220/Naomi2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1892798853531175511.post-1741033993543588533</id><published>2009-04-16T13:41:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T14:03:09.408-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Linger</title><content type='html'>A lingering thought&lt;br /&gt;and I get lost in a&lt;br /&gt;daydream, hope I don't get&lt;br /&gt;caught&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lingering smile&lt;br /&gt;and I let you stay&lt;br /&gt;in my heart for a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lingering touch and&lt;br /&gt;I stop breathing, but&lt;br /&gt;then again that doesn't&lt;br /&gt;take much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lingering kiss?&lt;br /&gt;not yet, but that is&lt;br /&gt;something I don't&lt;br /&gt;intend to miss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing at the door&lt;br /&gt;Please just linger a little&lt;br /&gt;longer...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1892798853531175511-1741033993543588533?l=nomieangie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomieangie.blogspot.com/feeds/1741033993543588533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomieangie.blogspot.com/2009/04/linger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892798853531175511/posts/default/1741033993543588533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892798853531175511/posts/default/1741033993543588533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomieangie.blogspot.com/2009/04/linger.html' title='Linger'/><author><name>Nomieangie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07740189903107098770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8PAFN6VxDNM/SeeMw5o6-cI/AAAAAAAAAAM/YYhp7BswZWQ/S220/Naomi2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1892798853531175511.post-4033909979542493964</id><published>2009-04-16T13:39:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T14:03:25.003-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Words</title><content type='html'>Words are just&lt;br /&gt;words but they&lt;br /&gt;cut so deep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right into&lt;br /&gt;my heart they&lt;br /&gt;seep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they don't&lt;br /&gt;mean a thing and&lt;br /&gt;they're not&lt;br /&gt;something I can keep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't say things&lt;br /&gt;that lead me to believe anything&lt;br /&gt;more than what you mean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because your words are just&lt;br /&gt;words and that's all&lt;br /&gt;they'll ever be&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1892798853531175511-4033909979542493964?l=nomieangie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomieangie.blogspot.com/feeds/4033909979542493964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomieangie.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-words.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892798853531175511/posts/default/4033909979542493964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892798853531175511/posts/default/4033909979542493964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomieangie.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-words.html' title='Just Words'/><author><name>Nomieangie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07740189903107098770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8PAFN6VxDNM/SeeMw5o6-cI/AAAAAAAAAAM/YYhp7BswZWQ/S220/Naomi2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1892798853531175511.post-8942539616201461666</id><published>2009-04-16T13:33:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T14:03:47.143-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Believe</title><content type='html'>I believe.&lt;br /&gt;I dream.&lt;br /&gt;I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in miracles&lt;br /&gt;I dream of miracles&lt;br /&gt;I hope for miracles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in peace&lt;br /&gt;I dream of peace&lt;br /&gt;I hope for peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in happiness&lt;br /&gt;I dream of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope for happiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But most of all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in love&lt;br /&gt;I dream of love&lt;br /&gt;I hope for love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because love is a miracle&lt;br /&gt;Because there is peace where there is love&lt;br /&gt;and because love brings happiness&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1892798853531175511-8942539616201461666?l=nomieangie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomieangie.blogspot.com/feeds/8942539616201461666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomieangie.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-believe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892798853531175511/posts/default/8942539616201461666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892798853531175511/posts/default/8942539616201461666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomieangie.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-believe.html' title='I Believe'/><author><name>Nomieangie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07740189903107098770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8PAFN6VxDNM/SeeMw5o6-cI/AAAAAAAAAAM/YYhp7BswZWQ/S220/Naomi2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1892798853531175511.post-4050725796013579238</id><published>2009-04-16T13:28:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T14:04:02.790-06:00</updated><title type='text'>One Look</title><content type='html'>You caught me looking at you&lt;br /&gt;I tried to hurry and look away,But it was too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at you and caught you&lt;br /&gt;looking at me, you tried to hurry&lt;br /&gt;and look away, but it was too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at you and caught you&lt;br /&gt;looking at me, you tried to hurry&lt;br /&gt;and look away, but it was too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is how it all began…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look into your eyes and you&lt;br /&gt;look into mine and we vow&lt;br /&gt;to stay together for all time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We know that just&lt;br /&gt;five years ago it was look&lt;br /&gt;that made us, and we know&lt;br /&gt;hat nothing will ever break us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we live a life&lt;br /&gt;together and with just&lt;br /&gt;one look at one another&lt;br /&gt;we both seem to think and say&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1892798853531175511-4050725796013579238?l=nomieangie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomieangie.blogspot.com/feeds/4050725796013579238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomieangie.blogspot.com/2009/04/one-look.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892798853531175511/posts/default/4050725796013579238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892798853531175511/posts/default/4050725796013579238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomieangie.blogspot.com/2009/04/one-look.html' title='One Look'/><author><name>Nomieangie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07740189903107098770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8PAFN6VxDNM/SeeMw5o6-cI/AAAAAAAAAAM/YYhp7BswZWQ/S220/Naomi2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1892798853531175511.post-4552941468126072652</id><published>2009-04-16T13:25:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T14:04:18.451-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell Poem</title><content type='html'>Farewell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivid memories flash through my mind, it’s so&lt;br /&gt;hard to leave them behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your voice continually echoes&lt;br /&gt;inside my brain driving&lt;br /&gt;me to the outskirts&lt;br /&gt;of insane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what it is I am&lt;br /&gt;forced to do but I&lt;br /&gt;risk losing the memory&lt;br /&gt;of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that to walk away&lt;br /&gt;I must and the end to our&lt;br /&gt;story, with fate I must trust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I bid you farewell from my&lt;br /&gt;dreams and my mind and pray&lt;br /&gt;that happiness is all you find&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1892798853531175511-4552941468126072652?l=nomieangie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomieangie.blogspot.com/feeds/4552941468126072652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomieangie.blogspot.com/2009/04/farewell-poem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892798853531175511/posts/default/4552941468126072652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892798853531175511/posts/default/4552941468126072652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomieangie.blogspot.com/2009/04/farewell-poem.html' title='Farewell Poem'/><author><name>Nomieangie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07740189903107098770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8PAFN6VxDNM/SeeMw5o6-cI/AAAAAAAAAAM/YYhp7BswZWQ/S220/Naomi2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1892798853531175511.post-5779732408328908610</id><published>2009-04-16T12:48:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T14:04:39.357-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>This story is one that I would like to call a "popcorn" story, I wrote a little bit and then would add everyday. Well eventually I stopped adding, this is far as I got. It doesn't have a title and I don't really know where to take it. I'm sure there are several grammar mistakes, but ignore them. Hope you like it =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;.........................................................................................................................................................................&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear Ariana, How are you? I'm well, I keep busy. I can't say much, this letter could be traced to easily and for that same reason I ask that you not write back, your letters won't reach me. I move around too much. I'm never in the same place long. I just want you to know that I'm alright, and I'll be home soon. I love and miss you. Stay out of trouble, I'm not there to protect you. Love your big brother &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Aayden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ariana looked down at her brother's tiny handwriting and wished she could see him and talk to him in person. He'd disappeared two months ago and ha no idea why or where he went. She couldn't ever write back because he was always on the move. Her parents had hired private investigators to look for him, but to no avail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ariana saved all of her brother's letters in a box under her bed, which is where she stashed the latest one before her mom called her down for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was a dismal event.&lt;br /&gt;"How was your day, Ari?" Her mother asked at an attempt to ease the silence and growing tension.&lt;br /&gt;" It was long. Could you please not call me 'Ari'?"&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sorry, I just thought it would make you feel better."&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Aayden&lt;/span&gt; was the only person that ever called me that." Ariana's reply was a little more harsh than she had intended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sorry." Her mom's voice cracked and she hung her head to hide the tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ariana's father didn't have much to say, he just continued eating. Ariana was sick of the tension and the silence.&lt;br /&gt;"May I be excused?" Her father looked up and nodded. Ariana pushed away from the table and retreated to her bedroom. She flung herself on her bed and let the tears fall until her eyelids began to feel heavy and she couldn't fight sleep any longer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Ariana slipped into a deep sleep, she dreamed...None of it seem connected, all she could make out were bits and pieces, and some of it was blurry. She kept seeing images of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Aayden&lt;/span&gt; running into an old warehouse, just as she was going to investigate, the scene changed to a man she'd never seen before, she began walking toward him when the scene changed again to a group of men dressed in long coats an top hats, one of them pulled a gun out of his coat and aimed it straight at her, she tried to run but couldn't move. She heard the gun go off and...jerked awake. The sound of the gun from her dream woke her up. She sat up and tried to make sense of her dream, her dream didn't answer any questions, she still didn't know where &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Aayden&lt;/span&gt; was. She had more questions to add to her long list: Who was the man? Why was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Aayden&lt;/span&gt; running and what was he running from? Who were the men in the top hats?.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ariana hasn't told anyone about the dreams she's had about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Aayden&lt;/span&gt;, she can't remember them when she wakes up, but she know that they hold the secret of her brother's whereabouts...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1892798853531175511-5779732408328908610?l=nomieangie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomieangie.blogspot.com/feeds/5779732408328908610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomieangie.blogspot.com/2009/04/untitled.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892798853531175511/posts/default/5779732408328908610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892798853531175511/posts/default/5779732408328908610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomieangie.blogspot.com/2009/04/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>Nomieangie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07740189903107098770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8PAFN6VxDNM/SeeMw5o6-cI/AAAAAAAAAAM/YYhp7BswZWQ/S220/Naomi2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1892798853531175511.post-7447371506875974759</id><published>2009-04-16T12:44:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T14:04:50.954-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bomb</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;Time is ticking away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;there are so many lives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;to save&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;One mistake and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;it's all done, pick a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;wire to cut, but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;which one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;Red, yellow, or blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;six seconds to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;your decision is due&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;Five, four&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;pick your color&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;Three, two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;blue is the one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;to stop the harm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;One, zero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;Beep. Beep. Beep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;Don't worry that's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;just your alarm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1892798853531175511-7447371506875974759?l=nomieangie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomieangie.blogspot.com/feeds/7447371506875974759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomieangie.blogspot.com/2009/04/bomb.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892798853531175511/posts/default/7447371506875974759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1892798853531175511/posts/default/7447371506875974759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomieangie.blogspot.com/2009/04/bomb.html' title='The Bomb'/><author><name>Nomieangie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07740189903107098770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8PAFN6VxDNM/SeeMw5o6-cI/AAAAAAAAAAM/YYhp7BswZWQ/S220/Naomi2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
