<?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-3856662</id><updated>2011-07-14T02:11:38.478-03:00</updated><title type='text'>My Graveyard of Poems</title><subtitle type='html'>Poemas, letras de música e escritos.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemsgraveyard.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsgraveyard.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Cursed Christabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2njiIdJWM8/SI6xdHLcoqI/AAAAAAAAAB0/zyQQxt-VX0c/S220/theeyes.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>122</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3856662.post-994726073479481041</id><published>2009-01-31T04:23:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T18:13:18.914-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm going downThrough the mazes of your heartI don't know whyBut I had to startDeep in your eyesThere was this something moreIt dragged me down to youIt shaked me to the coreI saw your face,Some sadness in your eyesI wanted to make you gladI wanted to make you smileI've said some wordsYou let me sit downYou allowed me to get closeSomething inside me roseI didn't know what I was doingI just know I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/994726073479481041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/994726073479481041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsgraveyard.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#994726073479481041' title=''/><author><name>Cursed Christabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2njiIdJWM8/SI6xdHLcoqI/AAAAAAAAAB0/zyQQxt-VX0c/S220/theeyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3856662.post-7514031841858425198</id><published>2008-12-05T12:53:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T12:55:22.692-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Momentos de inspiração em uma janelinha de instant msgs:eu me perco nos seus olhos... me afundo em pensamentos e sentimentosimaginações s sensaçõeso tempo muda de contagema Terra gira diferentetudo em volta cria uma nova formae o melhor de tudo é saber que não é só ilusãovc vai estar lá se eu fechar os olhose vai continuar lá se eu abrí-los novamente.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/7514031841858425198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/7514031841858425198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsgraveyard.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#7514031841858425198' title=''/><author><name>Cursed Christabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2njiIdJWM8/SI6xdHLcoqI/AAAAAAAAAB0/zyQQxt-VX0c/S220/theeyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3856662.post-1758283130450927418</id><published>2008-11-30T17:04:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T18:15:32.494-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok, this is a version in English I did to a brazilian song from the band Kid Abelha. But this is a modified version, to sing it in English. And someday I'll do it and record.If it wasn't love, there wouldn't be plansLike a wave it'd break soonIf it was a moment, it wouldn't make any damages,I wouldn't be on the ground, no, noIf it wasn't love, it wouldn't cause fearLike a toy it would bore me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/1758283130450927418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/1758283130450927418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsgraveyard.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#1758283130450927418' title=''/><author><name>Cursed Christabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2njiIdJWM8/SI6xdHLcoqI/AAAAAAAAAB0/zyQQxt-VX0c/S220/theeyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3856662.post-1971160348583681151</id><published>2008-11-04T01:56:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T01:56:50.575-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There is...There's something in your eyesA spark that lights my fire inside...Something hide insideSomething I can feelSomething that I'm hunger forSomething that's realThere's something in your smileAnd I cannot lieI felt for youI've run toDo you feel it too?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/1971160348583681151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/1971160348583681151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsgraveyard.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#1971160348583681151' title=''/><author><name>Cursed Christabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2njiIdJWM8/SI6xdHLcoqI/AAAAAAAAAB0/zyQQxt-VX0c/S220/theeyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3856662.post-438137696824356591</id><published>2008-10-29T00:42:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T01:19:01.094-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>For A.I can't see your eyes right nowBut I can feel somethingI can back somewhere in time,in that place, where I felt your embrace,where your lips warmed my heart"I wish you were here" - the song withinAnd you, laid down on my skin...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/438137696824356591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/438137696824356591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsgraveyard.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#438137696824356591' title=''/><author><name>Cursed Christabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2njiIdJWM8/SI6xdHLcoqI/AAAAAAAAAB0/zyQQxt-VX0c/S220/theeyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3856662.post-3572981900860499698</id><published>2008-08-30T22:45:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T22:54:51.038-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>(no title)I can't breatheParanoiaHands shakingHead achingMigraineSelf-deceptionThe same old conception:The truth in you liesA pile of billsRed, white and yellow pillsTorpid livingA constant deceivingSome tears in my eyesCars in the streetCold wind on my feetWarm colors aroundFriend's photos on the wallDon't look forJust look at'Coz in the endI walk alone.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/3572981900860499698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/3572981900860499698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsgraveyard.blogspot.com/2008_08_01_archive.html#3572981900860499698' title=''/><author><name>Cursed Christabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2njiIdJWM8/SI6xdHLcoqI/AAAAAAAAAB0/zyQQxt-VX0c/S220/theeyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3856662.post-5172768364153341827</id><published>2008-07-29T05:02:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T05:06:06.588-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Um "Talvez" fica me encarando em todas as portas que abro A maçaneta quebrada, o passo que enfraquece, o olhar fitando o chão E o "Talvez" de braços cruzados,olhar desafiador, peito estufado. Eu me arrasto fielmente, de cabeça erguida, até a entrada do paraíso e levo comigo algumas flores e a marca dos seus lábios estampada no rosto a lembrança longíqua de mil anos, as músicas e as poesias que </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/5172768364153341827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/5172768364153341827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsgraveyard.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#5172768364153341827' title=''/><author><name>Cursed Christabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2njiIdJWM8/SI6xdHLcoqI/AAAAAAAAAB0/zyQQxt-VX0c/S220/theeyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3856662.post-452934709973387999</id><published>2008-03-28T00:34:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T12:49:47.171-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Paying my homage to somebody wonderful, a great friend that owns my heart.My hands are tiedI'm on your sideYou are my girlI hold your hand and understandYou are my girl, my girlShe has to learnTo walk on artificial grassThey have to hurt her loveYour big embraceJust kept me in this place, my girlAnd when we changeWe did not lose our facesmy girlShe has to learnTo walk on artificial grassThey have</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/452934709973387999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/452934709973387999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsgraveyard.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#452934709973387999' title=''/><author><name>Cursed Christabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2njiIdJWM8/SI6xdHLcoqI/AAAAAAAAAB0/zyQQxt-VX0c/S220/theeyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3856662.post-4108933589103888277</id><published>2008-02-20T01:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T01:23:30.137-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Beautiful OneBeautiful OneYour hair shines in the sunI wish I'd never leftThe wind intwines our hairOur words get swept through the airI wish I never leftYour face shines in my eyesOur last look before our goodbyeI wish I never leftBeuatiful OneYou shine like the sunI wish I never leftBefore I have saidYou are the oneYou are the oneYour sun will come and goBut its beauty will keep its glowI wish </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/4108933589103888277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/4108933589103888277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsgraveyard.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#4108933589103888277' title=''/><author><name>Cursed Christabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2njiIdJWM8/SI6xdHLcoqI/AAAAAAAAAB0/zyQQxt-VX0c/S220/theeyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3856662.post-7446815239947116391</id><published>2008-01-11T03:57:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T04:38:42.091-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bewildering feelings locked up inside for a little whileLove?Confuse sentimentsLost in the memoriesOf your soft hands...Desire?There was you,There was a kiss,There was fire.Admiration?You know it's true.I've been always,Always proud of you.Confidence?In your light brown eyes,when I touched you skin,It made much more sense.Nobody knows,just you and me...A secret, our whisperswill be.Please, Don't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/7446815239947116391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/7446815239947116391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsgraveyard.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#7446815239947116391' title=''/><author><name>Cursed Christabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2njiIdJWM8/SI6xdHLcoqI/AAAAAAAAAB0/zyQQxt-VX0c/S220/theeyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3856662.post-114551665410630142</id><published>2006-04-20T03:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T04:04:14.116-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Who We Are (And Who We Want To Be)One eye is green, one eye is blackLife threw me down, love broke my neckI've made mistakes, I'm just a girlWho wants to live her lifeAnd if I was wrong, I tried to be rightI wanted to surviveWho we areAnd who we want to beIs not the same all the timeAnd what we sayAnd what we want to sayIs not the same sometimesNo doubt, I'm okay, but okay is outMy heart's to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/114551665410630142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/114551665410630142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsgraveyard.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114551665410630142' title=''/><author><name>Cursed Christabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2njiIdJWM8/SI6xdHLcoqI/AAAAAAAAAB0/zyQQxt-VX0c/S220/theeyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3856662.post-112555696010163990</id><published>2005-09-01T03:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T03:42:40.106-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Entre sonhos macabros e fatos reais,minha vida se esvai.Dias passados,Perda temporalvontade de reaproveitar muitotodo segundo gasto malmas não há no mais íntimo lugardesejo de ser imortal.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/112555696010163990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/112555696010163990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsgraveyard.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112555696010163990' title=''/><author><name>Cursed Christabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2njiIdJWM8/SI6xdHLcoqI/AAAAAAAAAB0/zyQQxt-VX0c/S220/theeyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3856662.post-111870559768990908</id><published>2005-06-13T20:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T20:33:17.693-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ANJOS - by Jenny http://www.fotolog.net/n_samasAnjos caídos, anjos perdidosAnjos mortos, anjos esquecidosAnjos que já foram, anjos que ficaramAnjos que há muito tempo se mataramAsas negras, machucadasRostos pálidos, faces cortadasOlhares tristes, lágrimas de saudadeSorrisos falsos, um pouco de realidadeAnjos solitários, um anjo com medoAnjos inocentes, um anjo que morreu cedoAnjos depressivos, um</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/111870559768990908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/111870559768990908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsgraveyard.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111870559768990908' title=''/><author><name>Johnny C</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BFSbv69Nj-4/R_eCv9RjKYI/AAAAAAAAEFo/i9qp69jsoAk/S220/mypictr2_last.fm.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3856662.post-111560008754387634</id><published>2005-05-08T21:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T21:54:47.580-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A desconstrução do homemA alma rôta por não saberse é parte de um todo, ou todo da parte.Se parte fôr, perder-se não podePois faltaria ao todo e não completariaa pluralidade.Sendo plural é todo;Influencia a parte e a faz ser importante.Faz da parte, um retrato de si mesmo.Auto-retrato fragmentado...Peças do quebra-cabeça que não sabem maisse são minhas ou suas...Nossos cacos são juntados pelo </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/111560008754387634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/111560008754387634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsgraveyard.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111560008754387634' title=''/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02834138201377191016</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-3856662.post-110890888511394119</id><published>2005-02-20T11:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T11:24:20.546-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sombras na parede. A luz fraca ilumina precariamente os objetos ao seu redor. A chama balança. As sombras se movimentam em uma espécie de dança mórbida, como se soubessem de seu destino curto, de um fim próximo. Lágrimas que escorrem pelo rosto sem aguardar permissão. Olhos inchados, corpo cansado. Sentimentos confusos de uma alma perturbada. Dores físicas, sofrimento psíquico, bloqueio mental: </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/110890888511394119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/110890888511394119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsgraveyard.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110890888511394119' title=''/><author><name>Cursed Christabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2njiIdJWM8/SI6xdHLcoqI/AAAAAAAAAB0/zyQQxt-VX0c/S220/theeyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3856662.post-110835600411216329</id><published>2005-02-14T02:25:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T02:40:04.113-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Me leve para a Lua,Veja as estrelas a brilharTudo o que eu queroÉ sair do meu lugarPor onde vou?Eu não pensei...E onde estou?Eu já não seiFaça aparecermais um motivo pra sorrirFaça-me esquecera minha dor, meu elixirO que passouNão voltou maisQuem eu sou?O vento desfaz</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/110835600411216329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/110835600411216329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsgraveyard.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110835600411216329' title=''/><author><name>Cursed Christabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2njiIdJWM8/SI6xdHLcoqI/AAAAAAAAAB0/zyQQxt-VX0c/S220/theeyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3856662.post-110821801678393833</id><published>2005-02-12T12:18:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T12:20:16.783-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Wish I Could-JokerI wish I could tell how many nights I spent thinking of youI wish I could count how many tears I droped missing your armsI wish I could make this dream come trueBut you´ll never imagine how many kisses you missed awayInside a cage, into a world that does not exist,being somebody that you´ll never become.Wasting those beautiful eyesForgoting your sweet smileBlinded to all...and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/110821801678393833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/110821801678393833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsgraveyard.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110821801678393833' title=''/><author><name>Johnny C</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BFSbv69Nj-4/R_eCv9RjKYI/AAAAAAAAEFo/i9qp69jsoAk/S220/mypictr2_last.fm.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3856662.post-110749016099009525</id><published>2005-02-04T02:07:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-02-04T02:09:20.990-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Meteoro-yuskeE então eis que você apareceu,do nada caiu em minha vidaarrasando com tudo como ninguém jamais conseguiu.E então eis que você rouboumeu coração, meus pensamentose agora eles são completamente seusE eis que você dá alguns passospara longe de mim... se afastandoE me enchendo de medo de que tudo se repitaDe que você saia da minha vida tão rápido quanto entrou...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/110749016099009525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/110749016099009525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsgraveyard.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110749016099009525' title=''/><author><name>Johnny C</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BFSbv69Nj-4/R_eCv9RjKYI/AAAAAAAAEFo/i9qp69jsoAk/S220/mypictr2_last.fm.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3856662.post-110247603533576995</id><published>2004-12-08T01:19:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2004-12-08T01:20:35.336-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Eu quero você-by Yuske.Você e mais ninguémAlguém que não precise falar nadaPois sabe de cor o que eu penso...Mas que converse comigo,Pois silêncio é só para o sono..Ou para a morte.Eu preciso de vocêPorque só você chora quando eu digo"Até a próxima"Porque só você me fez chorarQuando eu estava para ir embora...Deitado em seu colo.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/110247603533576995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/110247603533576995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsgraveyard.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110247603533576995' title=''/><author><name>Johnny C</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BFSbv69Nj-4/R_eCv9RjKYI/AAAAAAAAEFo/i9qp69jsoAk/S220/mypictr2_last.fm.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3856662.post-109353943302583759</id><published>2004-08-26T13:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-08-26T13:57:13.026-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Crying under the moonlightSuddenly, my tears go awayDeep in our soulThe best dream insideMagic touch, sweet smileI feel youI feel youThrought the nightThe touchI'm hipnotizedWeepingI'm in loveAm I awake?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/109353943302583759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/109353943302583759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsgraveyard.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109353943302583759' title=''/><author><name>Cursed Christabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2njiIdJWM8/SI6xdHLcoqI/AAAAAAAAAB0/zyQQxt-VX0c/S220/theeyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3856662.post-108993645134682394</id><published>2004-07-15T20:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-07-15T21:56:36.036-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Naturally   Natural poetry, my feelings are talking for me Natural desire, my body is on fire All in a complete sinergy Absolute disorder Divine sensations I can see in the dark Submerged Tons of pictures of a life Shadows covering every place No need to understand Through you soul Flow of spirits Natural discernment, even with my eyes shut Natural approach, a pact of love</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/108993645134682394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/108993645134682394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsgraveyard.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108993645134682394' title=''/><author><name>Cursed Christabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2njiIdJWM8/SI6xdHLcoqI/AAAAAAAAAB0/zyQQxt-VX0c/S220/theeyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3856662.post-108506763608375120</id><published>2004-05-20T12:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-20T12:44:31.790-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Uma noiteNeblina forte, luzes foscasImagens efêmeras em uma noite friaMinutos, segundos e milésimosPensamentos intrínsecos tornam-se etéreosSombras, expressões, vultos, formasO tempo parece perder o compassoA vida agora acontece em slow-motionO pensamento continuacom sa velocidade frenéticaPassa pela névoa, janelas e paredesO mundo devegar e as idéias no contrafluxoTudo pára por uma </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/108506763608375120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/108506763608375120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsgraveyard.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108506763608375120' title=''/><author><name>Cursed Christabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2njiIdJWM8/SI6xdHLcoqI/AAAAAAAAAB0/zyQQxt-VX0c/S220/theeyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3856662.post-108460475594552155</id><published>2004-05-15T03:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-15T05:00:29.510-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Me (now)Strange moments"You're not trustful"Nobody said to meBut i know, i seeI can hurtBut, yes, I can feel the pain tooI'll not runI'll be hereBreathing every emotion in the airI'm not able to love anymoreI'm afraid of, Instead a scar, I have no heartI can't loveBut, yes,I can feel the other's feelingsIt's weird and hardI can dieAnd, yes,I'll be ruled by suffering Till </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/108460475594552155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/108460475594552155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsgraveyard.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108460475594552155' title=''/><author><name>Cursed Christabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2njiIdJWM8/SI6xdHLcoqI/AAAAAAAAAB0/zyQQxt-VX0c/S220/theeyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3856662.post-108361377567788341</id><published>2004-05-03T16:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-03T16:53:37.450-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>... Asleep...All aloneThe night is coldI thought about youMy distant dreamSo far awayI can't sleepBut I can feel your presenceDéjà vuYou'd said meNow I can understandI got some medicinesI'm feeling sleepyI can't control myselfMy eyes are closingThe dream is comingI can walk awayJust to see your faceYou're sleepingYou look so niceI know you can feelThis magic momentBut it's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/108361377567788341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/108361377567788341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsgraveyard.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108361377567788341' title=''/><author><name>Cursed Christabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2njiIdJWM8/SI6xdHLcoqI/AAAAAAAAAB0/zyQQxt-VX0c/S220/theeyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3856662.post-108207093884850976</id><published>2004-04-15T20:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-15T20:21:24.233-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>NemoThis is me for forever One of the lost ones The one without a name Without an honest heart as compass This is me for forever One without a name This life's the last endeavour To find the missing life line Oh how I wish For soothing rain All I wish is to dream again My loving heart Lost in the dark For hope I'd give my everything My flower withered between the pages two and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/108207093884850976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/108207093884850976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsgraveyard.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108207093884850976' title=''/><author><name>Cursed Christabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2njiIdJWM8/SI6xdHLcoqI/AAAAAAAAAB0/zyQQxt-VX0c/S220/theeyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3856662.post-108135619131755640</id><published>2004-04-07T13:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-07T13:52:04.780-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"A Vida é, está no Presente;A Morte, próximo Futuro;E o Passadojá não é mais..."mandei esse texto para a promoção "Vida e Morte", do Imago Mortishttp://www.imagomortis.com.br</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/108135619131755640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/108135619131755640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsgraveyard.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108135619131755640' title=''/><author><name>Cursed Christabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2njiIdJWM8/SI6xdHLcoqI/AAAAAAAAAB0/zyQQxt-VX0c/S220/theeyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3856662.post-108106093492067344</id><published>2004-04-04T03:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T03:49:19.090-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Verão/Outono/InvernoJá é tardeOu muito cedoO calor incomodaO arrependimento sufocaSempre uma lágrimaSaudades dos dias de outonoDo vento no meu rostoDas tardes um pouco mais frias que os dias normaisSaudades dos dias de invernoDos beijos e abraços que aqueciamlogo cedo as manhãs mais friasAs noites, mais longasNo inverno tambémAs tardes, mais lindasO destino, mais leveDeslizando </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/108106093492067344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/108106093492067344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsgraveyard.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108106093492067344' title=''/><author><name>Cursed Christabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2njiIdJWM8/SI6xdHLcoqI/AAAAAAAAAB0/zyQQxt-VX0c/S220/theeyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3856662.post-108099958134094618</id><published>2004-04-03T10:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-03T10:45:46.123-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Eu sou assimSou show de rock, sou boates, calça jeans, sandália baixa,pernas de fora. Sou festa, sou minha casa, sou 'casa cheia',sou solidão. Sou inverno, não sou verão. Sou cheiro de terramolhada, sou banho de chuva, beijo na boca, beijo nabochecha, beijo na testa, beijo na mão, beijo na barriga...mas sou mais abraço que beijo. Sou lágrimas, mas tambémsou toda sorrisos. Sou cigarro </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/108099958134094618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/108099958134094618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsgraveyard.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108099958134094618' title=''/><author><name>Johnny C</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BFSbv69Nj-4/R_eCv9RjKYI/AAAAAAAAEFo/i9qp69jsoAk/S220/mypictr2_last.fm.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3856662.post-108006692124021866</id><published>2004-03-23T15:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-23T16:30:01.716-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quantias...Milhões de palavras,pensamentos,preocupações, tensões.Milhares de coisas,dúvidas,opiniões, deduções.Centenas, dezenas.E um nada,zero, vaziode respostas.Continuo no vácuo.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/108006692124021866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/108006692124021866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsgraveyard.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108006692124021866' title=''/><author><name>Cursed Christabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2njiIdJWM8/SI6xdHLcoqI/AAAAAAAAAB0/zyQQxt-VX0c/S220/theeyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3856662.post-107855242269426610</id><published>2004-03-06T02:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-14T01:55:55.623-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here in the nightI was hereJust looking outsideHearing all the noisesFeeling the cold and soft windSome raindropsA few different kind of lightsThe music of my favourite bandPlaying on the radio stationSome words written for meDancing in the darkRounding my mindIs it the time now?The time to change my mindTo free myself, free my soulTo find my things,My place, my truly choice?And</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/107855242269426610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/107855242269426610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsgraveyard.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107855242269426610' title=''/><author><name>Cursed Christabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2njiIdJWM8/SI6xdHLcoqI/AAAAAAAAAB0/zyQQxt-VX0c/S220/theeyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3856662.post-106979706550894686</id><published>2003-11-25T19:51:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-11-25T19:51:50.546-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Losing Grip - Avril Lavigne(...)You used to love me, you used to hug meBut that wasn't the case... Everything wasn't okI was left to cry there,Waiting outside there,Grinning with a lost stare...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/106979706550894686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/106979706550894686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsgraveyard.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106979706550894686' title=''/><author><name>Johnny C</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BFSbv69Nj-4/R_eCv9RjKYI/AAAAAAAAEFo/i9qp69jsoAk/S220/mypictr2_last.fm.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3856662.post-106955799794349363</id><published>2003-11-23T01:26:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-11-23T01:27:17.936-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In The End - Linkin ParkOne thing / I don’t know whyIt doesn’t even matter how hard you tryKeep that in mind / I designed this rhymeTo explain in due timeAll I knowtime is a valuable thingWatch it fly by as the pendulum swingsWatch it count down to the end of the dayThe clock ticks life away</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/106955799794349363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/106955799794349363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsgraveyard.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106955799794349363' title=''/><author><name>Johnny C</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BFSbv69Nj-4/R_eCv9RjKYI/AAAAAAAAEFo/i9qp69jsoAk/S220/mypictr2_last.fm.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3856662.post-106896070092308504</id><published>2003-11-16T03:31:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-11-16T03:48:23.810-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tell me why...Am I always in the wrong place at the wrong time??The things that I believe seem to be so distant, unreal??are my scars always hurting, never heal??am I so weak, scared??should be my life this way??is it burning me inside??am i in pieces??is everything so unfair??is there one that could save me??is there hope yet??I could see some of my beliefs dying in front of my eyes.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/106896070092308504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/106896070092308504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsgraveyard.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106896070092308504' title=''/><author><name>Cursed Christabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2njiIdJWM8/SI6xdHLcoqI/AAAAAAAAAB0/zyQQxt-VX0c/S220/theeyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3856662.post-106876430026614936</id><published>2003-11-13T20:58:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-11-13T20:58:48.513-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Heaven ~ Anders Johansson (cover of Brian Adams)Oh, thinkin' about our younger yearsOh, você pensará a respeito de nossos tempos de jovensThere was only you and meOnde somente havia vc e euWe were young and wild and freeNós encontramos jovens e selvagens e livresNow nothin' can take you away from meAgora nada poderá levar vc para longe de mimWe've been down that road beforeNós tivemos </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/106876430026614936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/106876430026614936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsgraveyard.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106876430026614936' title=''/><author><name>H@rumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678540168205807498</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-3856662.post-106738650090890355</id><published>2003-10-28T22:15:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-10-28T22:15:08.090-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i wanna be dead</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/106738650090890355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/106738650090890355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsgraveyard.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106738650090890355' title=''/><author><name>H@rumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678540168205807498</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-3856662.post-106523157617771028</id><published>2003-10-03T22:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-03T22:39:35.986-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Lover´s Gone ~ DidoMy lover’s goneHis boots no longer by my doorHe left at dawnAnd as I slept I felt him goReturns no moreI will not watch the oceanMy lover’s goneNo earthly ships will ever bring him home againBring him home againMy lover’s goneI know that kiss will be my lastNo more his songThe tune upon his lips has passedI sing aloneWhile I watch the oceanMy lover’s gone</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/106523157617771028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/106523157617771028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsgraveyard.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106523157617771028' title=''/><author><name>H@rumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678540168205807498</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-3856662.post-106435587213066084</id><published>2003-09-23T19:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-09-23T19:24:31.970-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Lover's BoxMy lover's charms are in a boxBeneath my bedAnd piece by piece I'll cherish themUntil the endSend me an angel to loveI need to feel a little piece of heavenSend me an angel to loveI'm afraid I'll never get to heavenThey burn my hands, scar my faceAnd blind my eyes...I'll steal your breath and throw awayWhat I despiseSend me an angel to loveI need to feel a little </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/106435587213066084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/106435587213066084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsgraveyard.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106435587213066084' title=''/><author><name>Johnny C</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BFSbv69Nj-4/R_eCv9RjKYI/AAAAAAAAEFo/i9qp69jsoAk/S220/mypictr2_last.fm.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3856662.post-106428807976435480</id><published>2003-09-23T00:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-06T02:44:09.963-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Beyond MeI know I'm alone, but somebody's watching meFollows me everywhere I goA cold flow surprised again, I shiverThe presence of something, I can hear it's breathingLeave me alone, wherever you came fromHearing so much voices, no one's talkingRunning for something, nothing, in the black of the nightCreeps around you, the invisible force that makes you crazyI can't remember how it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/106428807976435480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/106428807976435480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsgraveyard.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106428807976435480' title=''/><author><name>Cursed Christabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2njiIdJWM8/SI6xdHLcoqI/AAAAAAAAAB0/zyQQxt-VX0c/S220/theeyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3856662.post-106334089501032202</id><published>2003-09-12T01:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-09-12T01:28:44.533-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Remember my Child:Without innocence the cross is only iron,hope is only an illusion &amp; Ocean Soul's nothing but a name...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/106334089501032202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/106334089501032202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsgraveyard.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106334089501032202' title=''/><author><name>Cursed Christabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2njiIdJWM8/SI6xdHLcoqI/AAAAAAAAAB0/zyQQxt-VX0c/S220/theeyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3856662.post-106161627228462633</id><published>2003-08-23T02:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-08-23T02:28:07.460-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>As heaven is widenothing that you say will release you nothing that you pray would forgive you nothing's what your words mean to me something that you did will destroy me something that you said will stay with me long after you are dead and gone if flesh could crawl my skin would fall from off my bones and run away from here as far from god as heaven is wide as far from god as </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/106161627228462633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/106161627228462633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsgraveyard.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106161627228462633' title=''/><author><name>Cursed Christabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2njiIdJWM8/SI6xdHLcoqI/AAAAAAAAAB0/zyQQxt-VX0c/S220/theeyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3856662.post-106123496938315921</id><published>2003-08-18T16:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-08-18T16:30:31.910-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Monolith Of DoubtThe ordeal has begunTo oblige the unknown, within meAs I drownCannot remember, cannot thinkAs I sink, deep... Near the monolith of doubt creeps the fearThe fear to lose yourselfIn the severe reflectionI don't knowA flashing moment that has frozen meMy whole existence passed byThrough the trusted eyes of a mirrorBut it wasn't me I could seeThis monolith of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/106123496938315921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/106123496938315921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsgraveyard.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106123496938315921' title=''/><author><name>Cursed Christabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2njiIdJWM8/SI6xdHLcoqI/AAAAAAAAAB0/zyQQxt-VX0c/S220/theeyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3856662.post-106080012307034419</id><published>2003-08-13T15:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-08-13T15:46:48.746-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Gotthard ~ I´m On My WayMove on closer, near by my sideLet me take you for a whileDid what I had to, but it's still a long wayHope you'll remember meEach n' every dayOut on this long trailBack on dusty roads, ridin' slowThrough the darkest of the nights, aloneI'm on my way,I'm on my way,I'm on my way, and I'll be there one dayYeah, yeahAnother evening, I'm still in bedWheels are</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/106080012307034419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/106080012307034419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsgraveyard.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106080012307034419' title=''/><author><name>H@rumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678540168205807498</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-3856662.post-106072791108813099</id><published>2003-08-12T19:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-08-12T19:38:30.973-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Goodbye to the circus, we hope you enjoyed the show...Now it's nearly at the end but it will be back, you know!Aqua - Goodbye to the Circus</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/106072791108813099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/106072791108813099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsgraveyard.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106072791108813099' title=''/><author><name>Johnny C</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BFSbv69Nj-4/R_eCv9RjKYI/AAAAAAAAEFo/i9qp69jsoAk/S220/mypictr2_last.fm.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3856662.post-106020716591642524</id><published>2003-08-06T18:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-08-06T18:59:25.720-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Saikano ~ Sayonarawatashi no kokoro ni sukima ga aitanemurenu yoru tameiki bakarikizukanu uchi ni asa ni nattetaanata no koe ga kikitakutenukumori furetakuteanata e no omoi komiagete kurunamida afurerusayonara itoshii hitomada wasurerarenai anata no kotosayonara no hitokoto de owatte shimau nante... kanashii yo fuan na toki ni wa anata ga iteyasashiku te o nigitte kuretawatashi o</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/106020716591642524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/106020716591642524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsgraveyard.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106020716591642524' title=''/><author><name>H@rumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678540168205807498</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-3856662.post-105951881091398564</id><published>2003-07-29T19:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-07-30T17:09:04.373-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Não venha me falar de razão, Não me cobre lógica Não me peça coerência, Eu sou pura emoção, Tenho razões e motivações próprias, Sou movido por paixão, Essa é minha religião e minha ciência. Não meça meus sentimentos, Nem tente compará-los a nada, Deles sei eu,, Eu e meus fantasmas, Eu e meus medos, Eu e minha alma. Sua incerteza me fere, Mas não me mata. Suas dúvidas me açoitam, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/105951881091398564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/105951881091398564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsgraveyard.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105951881091398564' title=''/><author><name>Johnny C</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BFSbv69Nj-4/R_eCv9RjKYI/AAAAAAAAEFo/i9qp69jsoAk/S220/mypictr2_last.fm.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3856662.post-105928843834833883</id><published>2003-07-27T03:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-07-27T03:47:18.216-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Noite do Meu BemHoje eu quero a rosa mais linda que houverE a primeira estrela que vierPara enfeitar a noite do meu bem.Hoje eu quero a paz de criança dormindoE o abandono das flores se abrindoPara enfeitar a noite do meu bem.Quero a alegria de um barco voltando,Quero a ternura de mãos se encontrandoPara enfeitar a noite do meu bem.Ah! Eu quero o amor mais profundo,Eu quero toda a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/105928843834833883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/105928843834833883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsgraveyard.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105928843834833883' title=''/><author><name>Cursed Christabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2njiIdJWM8/SI6xdHLcoqI/AAAAAAAAAB0/zyQQxt-VX0c/S220/theeyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3856662.post-105886460287518807</id><published>2003-07-22T06:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-07-22T06:03:22.766-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Vejo uma praia, mas não ouço suas ondasVejo a areia, mas não sinto seus grãosBeijo o mar, mas não sinto seu gosto...Porque será que me sinto tão morto?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/105886460287518807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/105886460287518807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsgraveyard.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105886460287518807' title=''/><author><name>Johnny C</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BFSbv69Nj-4/R_eCv9RjKYI/AAAAAAAAEFo/i9qp69jsoAk/S220/mypictr2_last.fm.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3856662.post-105804582326706331</id><published>2003-07-12T18:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-07-12T18:37:03.160-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>" as crianças são luzes que abrigamos para esse futuro incerto " ...." vivi minha vida a cada dia, e no que deu? nada " ..." hahaha, estou cansada de ser eu mesma ... vou modificar o amanhã " ....que frio, feliz e triste retorno! Yo</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/105804582326706331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/105804582326706331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsgraveyard.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105804582326706331' title=''/><author><name>H@rumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678540168205807498</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-3856662.post-105804551382046251</id><published>2003-07-12T18:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-07-12T18:31:53.740-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Voltei a blogar Cherry ! Beijos </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/105804551382046251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/105804551382046251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsgraveyard.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105804551382046251' title=''/><author><name>H@rumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678540168205807498</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-3856662.post-95954821</id><published>2003-06-23T15:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-06-23T15:56:56.630-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Coisinhas depressivas que escrevi alguns dias atr�s...J� n�o ou�o o que me falamJ� n�o vejo o que me mostramMinha mente est� confusaMeus sentidos, bagun�adosMe sinto incapaz de mudaro rumo da minha vida,do meu suposto destino...Mais uma crise,mais v�rias l�grimasConflitos internosque me rasgam por dentro.Por fora, tudo bemNingu�m desconfia...E na escurid�o do meu interiorpassa-se </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/95954821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/95954821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsgraveyard.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95954821' title=''/><author><name>Cursed Christabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2njiIdJWM8/SI6xdHLcoqI/AAAAAAAAAB0/zyQQxt-VX0c/S220/theeyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3856662.post-95660291</id><published>2003-06-14T10:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-06-14T10:52:15.150-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>como jah diria nossa amada Shirley Manson...If enough is never enough and you're down at heart...If the world is getting you down then come with us...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/95660291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/95660291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsgraveyard.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95660291' title=''/><author><name>Johnny C</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BFSbv69Nj-4/R_eCv9RjKYI/AAAAAAAAEFo/i9qp69jsoAk/S220/mypictr2_last.fm.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3856662.post-95556890</id><published>2003-06-11T14:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-06-11T14:36:59.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Choro. N�o sei pq.Aquela sensa��o voltou...Sinto-me desfazendo,dividida em mil peda�os,me perdendo pelo espa�o.Muitos pensamentos;Nenhuma defini��o.Coisas me assustam.Coisas que eu n�o seiexatamente o que s�o...Ang�stia, dor,destrui��o interna.Sem um motivo sequer...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/95556890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/95556890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsgraveyard.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95556890' title=''/><author><name>Cursed Christabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2njiIdJWM8/SI6xdHLcoqI/AAAAAAAAAB0/zyQQxt-VX0c/S220/theeyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3856662.post-95381826</id><published>2003-06-06T16:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-06-06T16:14:14.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Circles round the moonI get a feeling, morning and eveningBaby when you get home, ooohhI got a vision, my superstitions goneBaby I'm shining, you got me flyingThrow me a silver line, ooohhPull me down slowly, kiss me and hold me tightWe can't hide itWe can't fight itJust feel as you believeI go a spell on my heart for yaWishin' on a little star for yaKinda magic in everything we do</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/95381826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/95381826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsgraveyard.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95381826' title=''/><author><name>Cursed Christabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2njiIdJWM8/SI6xdHLcoqI/AAAAAAAAAB0/zyQQxt-VX0c/S220/theeyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3856662.post-95362796</id><published>2003-06-06T05:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-06-06T05:35:05.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Father into your hands I commend my spiritFather into your hands... why have you forsaken me?In your eyes, forsaken meIn your thoughts, forsaken meIn your heart, forsaken me...Trust in my self-righteous suicideI cry when angels deserve to die.I don't think you trust in my self-righteous suicideI cried when angels deserved to die...((System of a Down - Chop Suey))</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/95362796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/95362796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsgraveyard.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95362796' title=''/><author><name>Johnny C</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BFSbv69Nj-4/R_eCv9RjKYI/AAAAAAAAEFo/i9qp69jsoAk/S220/mypictr2_last.fm.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3856662.post-95250775</id><published>2003-06-03T16:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-06-04T14:14:20.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Small TalkIt's not the chapters he reads when you're feeling low down. It's not the touch of his skin when you kiss him goodnight. It's not the money he spends when you want to buy a daydream and not that miracle smile that makes the sky bright. It's not the way his hands behave when you've turn out the light It's the small small small talk that makes it all happen. Small small small </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/95250775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/95250775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsgraveyard.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95250775' title=''/><author><name>Cursed Christabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2njiIdJWM8/SI6xdHLcoqI/AAAAAAAAAB0/zyQQxt-VX0c/S220/theeyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3856662.post-94899803</id><published>2003-05-26T12:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-05-26T12:40:16.196-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Escritos num dia nublado...O que acontece agora?N�o sei explicar exatamente� o tipo de coisa que n�o muito se falaSenteSentimentos antag�nicospovoam meus pensamentos perdidosO tempo est� nubladoo c�u da cidade, t�o cinzae n�o h� cinza mais bonitoAssim como os pr�diosque agora parecem manchasformando uma grande pinturaFora da minha janelaTudo parece diferenteapesar de continuar </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/94899803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/94899803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsgraveyard.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94899803' title=''/><author><name>Cursed Christabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2njiIdJWM8/SI6xdHLcoqI/AAAAAAAAAB0/zyQQxt-VX0c/S220/theeyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3856662.post-94460748</id><published>2003-05-16T14:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-05-16T14:42:47.100-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>No More Good GuysI die today, but I'm still breathing...Bleeding... for now, I'm broken.You left me here capsized and sinkingThinking.. right now, there's no more good guys.You left me standing here, alone and colder.I hope that someday soon the pain inside will stop.You die today, but you're still breathingIn your mind, that is, there's no more good guys.You left me standing here, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/94460748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/94460748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsgraveyard.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94460748' title=''/><author><name>Johnny C</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BFSbv69Nj-4/R_eCv9RjKYI/AAAAAAAAEFo/i9qp69jsoAk/S220/mypictr2_last.fm.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3856662.post-94355479</id><published>2003-05-14T20:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-05-14T20:10:57.100-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>AeonThere is somethingin your eyesflowing them overstealing all the harmonywhich lives in meyour hands are covering my tearsoh, whyThere's a sortof inner dancetrying to seduce mefeeling this anomalywhich takes meYour touchYou're hereYour heart(Lacuna Coil)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/94355479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/94355479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsgraveyard.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94355479' title=''/><author><name>Cursed Christabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2njiIdJWM8/SI6xdHLcoqI/AAAAAAAAAB0/zyQQxt-VX0c/S220/theeyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3856662.post-94005122</id><published>2003-05-08T15:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-05-08T15:42:49.716-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Eu n�o esque�o nadavejo vc de t�o longeq s� eu sei q � vcs� eu sei te verlembro de tudo q houvede tudo q ia haverdo q n�o foi nadadentro dos nadas q havia porque eu n�o esque�o nadaa n�o ser de te esquecernem ao meio-dianem de madrugadaeu n�o esque�o nadaeu n�o esquecinem o al�vio do fimnem o del�rio do come�onem 1 dia comumvc me trata t�o bemmant�m meu cora��o ferido vou lhe </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/94005122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/94005122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsgraveyard.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94005122' title=''/><author><name>Cursed Christabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2njiIdJWM8/SI6xdHLcoqI/AAAAAAAAAB0/zyQQxt-VX0c/S220/theeyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3856662.post-93904057</id><published>2003-05-07T00:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-05-07T00:14:28.680-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Esperan�aEm algum lugar vejo seu rostoProvavelmente, s� em minha mente.Em algum lugar sinto seu cheiroDoce e quente, intoxica minha mente.Preciso livrar-me dessa droga,Esse meu vicio por sua companhia.E antes que me perguntem,esse algu�m n�o tem dono.Assim como eu, foi um algu�m largado...Abandonado em meio a mais um poema destro�adoSem voz, sem alma...Resta apenas esperan�</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/93904057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/93904057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsgraveyard.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#93904057' title=''/><author><name>Johnny C</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BFSbv69Nj-4/R_eCv9RjKYI/AAAAAAAAEFo/i9qp69jsoAk/S220/mypictr2_last.fm.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3856662.post-93810443</id><published>2003-05-05T14:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-05-06T14:48:16.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And so, you still claim : "No one really loves me"Seems like you prefer to forget what was said once..Seems like you don't want things to change.But maybe that's my problem...I try to change things that won't changeI try to be happy in a place where happiness can't be found.Someday, I know we'll find our wayI just hope that they are crossedAnd not far away...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/93810443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/93810443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsgraveyard.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#93810443' title=''/><author><name>Johnny C</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BFSbv69Nj-4/R_eCv9RjKYI/AAAAAAAAEFo/i9qp69jsoAk/S220/mypictr2_last.fm.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3856662.post-93809475</id><published>2003-05-05T14:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-05-05T14:02:34.850-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nothing more take my attentionNo one really have my loveNobody makes me feel so goodNo place to look aroundNo poetry can be foundIn my dark soulIn my terrified mind</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/93809475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/93809475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsgraveyard.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#93809475' title=''/><author><name>Cursed Christabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2njiIdJWM8/SI6xdHLcoqI/AAAAAAAAAB0/zyQQxt-VX0c/S220/theeyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3856662.post-89919586</id><published>2003-02-28T17:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-02-28T17:35:14.843-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>To Myself I TurnedI was born in another worldstrictly connected to a piece of my mindnothing more than a little landit is a small cradle where i'm a kidi am the princess in therenothing wrong in my fantasy worldi am the king the  nationno dictators or religionsno laws laid down for mei have my own liberty inside of menothing to lose i have to fearas you see i'm the only survivor in</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/89919586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/89919586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsgraveyard.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89919586' title=''/><author><name>Cursed Christabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2njiIdJWM8/SI6xdHLcoqI/AAAAAAAAAB0/zyQQxt-VX0c/S220/theeyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3856662.post-88846520</id><published>2003-02-10T10:28:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-02-10T10:29:03.000-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Novus featuring Placido Domingo - SantanaI�VE BEEN SEARCHING FOR FREEDOMI�VE BEEN LOOKING FOR SOMEONEIN THE DREAMS OF MY HEART, I SEE YOUR FACECALLING ME INTO THE LIGHTYOU�RE THE VISION OF BEAUTYYOU�RE SO RADIANT AND LOVELYI JUST CAN�T BELIEVE YOU�RE HERE WITH MEYOUR TOUCH IS MY ECSTASY, MY LOVELOOKING INTO THE FUTUREWE CAN SEE THE BEGINNINGCHILDREN LIVING IN PEACE AND HARMONYTHAT</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/88846520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/88846520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsgraveyard.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88846520' title=''/><author><name>H@rumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678540168205807498</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-3856662.post-88735732</id><published>2003-02-07T23:48:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-02-07T23:48:28.240-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Through Her Eyes - Dream TheaterShe never really had a chanceOn that fateful moonlight nightSacrificed without a fightA victim of her circumstacesNow that I`ve become awareAnd I`ve exposed this tragedyA sadness grows inside of meIt all seems so unfairI`m learning all about my lifeBy looking through her eyesJust beyond the churchyard gatesWhere the grass is overgrownI saw her </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/88735732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/88735732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsgraveyard.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88735732' title=''/><author><name>H@rumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678540168205807498</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-3856662.post-88095342</id><published>2003-01-27T11:47:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2003-01-27T11:49:59.000-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Turn Back Time Give me time to reason, give me time to think it through Passing through the season, where I cheated you I will always have a cross to wear, but the bolt reminds me I was there So give me strength, to face this test tonight If only I could turn back time, If only I had said what I still hide If only I could turn back time, I would stay for the night... for the night</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/88095342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/88095342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsgraveyard.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#88095342' title=''/><author><name>Cursed Christabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2njiIdJWM8/SI6xdHLcoqI/AAAAAAAAAB0/zyQQxt-VX0c/S220/theeyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3856662.post-88094677</id><published>2003-01-27T11:27:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-01-27T11:28:24.000-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Placebo - My Sweet PrinceNever thought you'd make me perspire.Never thought I'd do you the same.Never thought I'd fill with desire.Never thought I'd feel so ashamed.Me and the dragon can chase all the pain away.So before I end my day, remember..My sweet prince, you are the oneMy sweet princeyou are the oneNever thought I'd have to retireNever thought I'd have to abstainNever </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/88094677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/88094677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsgraveyard.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#88094677' title=''/><author><name>H@rumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678540168205807498</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-3856662.post-87680191</id><published>2003-01-19T12:35:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-01-19T12:35:59.226-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wind Beneath My WingsOhhhh, oh, oh, oh, ohhh. It must have been cold there in my shadow, to never have sunlight on your face. You were content to let me shine, that's your way. You always walked a step behind. So I was the one with all the glory, while you were the one with all the strain. A beautiful face without a name for so long. A beautiful smile to hide the pain. Did you ever </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/87680191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/87680191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsgraveyard.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87680191' title=''/><author><name>H@rumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678540168205807498</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-3856662.post-87471623</id><published>2003-01-15T10:27:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-01-15T10:42:28.000-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tudo aqui est�Tudo pode serAlma pairando pelo arSeu esp�rito a me assombrarEm voc� me pego a pensarMais uma vezOutra veze mais outra vezComo se fosse a primeiraIsso me atrai, isso me corr�iO doce sabor da lembran�aTornando-se o gosto amargo da perdaDerrota, tempo idoCora��o partidoVolta a incomodar</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/87471623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/87471623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsgraveyard.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87471623' title=''/><author><name>Cursed Christabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2njiIdJWM8/SI6xdHLcoqI/AAAAAAAAAB0/zyQQxt-VX0c/S220/theeyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3856662.post-87302852</id><published>2003-01-12T10:41:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-01-12T10:41:44.213-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>teste</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/87302852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/87302852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsgraveyard.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87302852' title=''/><author><name>H@rumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678540168205807498</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-3856662.post-87282531</id><published>2003-01-11T22:15:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-01-11T22:15:41.560-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Elend - The Wake Of The Angel Troisi�me R�ponsI am the eyes of the Basilisk.As you enter the forest of my sleep,Drawing aside the bushes of glimmering light,You will remember the prayer of Orion.Drifted in me, you are alone.The hour approaches and the Moon, dim as clay,Pours a sea of tears into our swollen eyes.Kill the dying in my soul, my love,For Death once dead bears no more </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/87282531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/87282531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsgraveyard.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87282531' title=''/><author><name>H@rumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678540168205807498</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-3856662.post-87167986</id><published>2003-01-09T13:23:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-01-09T13:26:43.000-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sometimes I cryWhile i am walking alone, i�m just drunker, without soul ...without dreams ...i losted you ... maybe, or someday ...the love brings you came back again :) </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/87167986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/87167986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsgraveyard.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87167986' title=''/><author><name>H@rumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678540168205807498</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-3856662.post-86971958</id><published>2003-01-05T18:23:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-01-05T18:23:55.573-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>All alone...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/86971958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/86971958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsgraveyard.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#86971958' title=''/><author><name>Cursed Christabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2njiIdJWM8/SI6xdHLcoqI/AAAAAAAAAB0/zyQQxt-VX0c/S220/theeyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3856662.post-86712406</id><published>2002-12-30T19:33:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-12-30T19:33:40.500-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Secret Garden - SonaThe light of the sun sun took us strollingwith the treasures of the world lying ahead,Magic stones as bright as our eyeslighting a path before usThe peace of the woods was music to our heartsechoing the sound of the streams,Autumn leaves - the voice on the windas nature is the source of our loveNow the stones are dancing in the skywhile the world is quietly </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/86712406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/86712406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsgraveyard.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86712406' title=''/><author><name>H@rumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678540168205807498</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-3856662.post-86496390</id><published>2002-12-24T21:52:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-12-24T21:52:38.533-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>EternityWandering in darkness grope,Finding not a glimpse of hope.Fingers touch to find my way,Each foot fall, my heart betraysThe fear which drives me through the day.Suddenly the ground is lost,Flailing arms as body's tossed.Splashing down in crimson pool,The warm embrace is much too cruel,I curse this lowly, wretched fool.Floundering in this self made hell,Warmth increasing as I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/86496390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/86496390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsgraveyard.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86496390' title=''/><author><name>Cursed Christabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2njiIdJWM8/SI6xdHLcoqI/AAAAAAAAAB0/zyQQxt-VX0c/S220/theeyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3856662.post-86407466</id><published>2002-12-22T19:33:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-12-22T19:36:18.000-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So many years, so many tears - H@rumiMy tears was falling downI tried to walk until you But the vision was not clear for me Tried so many yearsTrying to looking for youaround in the world My heart called my name so many timesbut i cannot to follow my heart and my   soul ....So many time, my tears for you falled downI could not cry for youNevermoreYou want bring me back someday</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/86407466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/86407466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsgraveyard.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86407466' title=''/><author><name>H@rumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678540168205807498</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-3856662.post-86327335</id><published>2002-12-20T16:11:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-12-20T16:12:23.000-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cry Wolf - Doro PeschWe all learn the hard wayLike a ride on the rainWe like to keep the secretsTied and chainedOut there on the dark sideI can hear you callIt�s so hard to believe youI can't run no moreThe last time you led 'em all astreyBut this time you gave yourself awaySo Cry Wolfand tell me it's for realCry WolfSince no one knows the way you feelCry WolfYour tears are </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/86327335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/86327335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsgraveyard.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86327335' title=''/><author><name>H@rumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678540168205807498</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-3856662.post-86272561</id><published>2002-12-19T13:26:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-12-19T13:26:03.380-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>nada seidessa vidavivo sem saber nunca soubenada sabereisigo sem saberq lugar me pertenceq eu possa abandonar q lugar me cont�mq possa me pararsou erradasou errante sempre na estradasempre distantevou errando enquanto o tempo me deixar* nada sei desse marnado sem saberde seus peixessuas perdas de seu n�o respirarnesse maros segundosinsistem em naufragaresse mar me seduz</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/86272561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/86272561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsgraveyard.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86272561' title=''/><author><name>Cursed Christabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2njiIdJWM8/SI6xdHLcoqI/AAAAAAAAAB0/zyQQxt-VX0c/S220/theeyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3856662.post-86109776</id><published>2002-12-16T12:20:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-12-16T12:20:39.750-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's coldI'm in my homeUnder my bedspreadWaiting for you comeI need some heatIn this cold roomWhile in the windowI can see the brightly moonI believe in your loveAnd I love youI want you now by my sideStay here all nightGet it on tonightAnd stay here all night</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/86109776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/86109776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsgraveyard.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86109776' title=''/><author><name>Cursed Christabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2njiIdJWM8/SI6xdHLcoqI/AAAAAAAAAB0/zyQQxt-VX0c/S220/theeyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3856662.post-85896669</id><published>2002-12-12T13:28:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-12-12T13:28:16.833-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blood TearsWelcome to my realmWe are both condemned to liveIt's a dark fate(I can hear your callsI can hear your calls)THE ETERNAL LIFEI see it still burnsEach night I cry in painAliveThough the end appears my friendAnd blood tears I cryYou've searched and you've foundCut off your old friends handMy mind'sIn frozen dreamsThe rotten fleshOf bitter liesWelcome to where time </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/85896669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/85896669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsgraveyard.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85896669' title=''/><author><name>Cursed Christabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2njiIdJWM8/SI6xdHLcoqI/AAAAAAAAAB0/zyQQxt-VX0c/S220/theeyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3856662.post-85853368</id><published>2002-12-11T18:05:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-12-11T18:05:18.703-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OkayDreams of XanaduLike a rainbow in the skyI wil lead you to heavenClose your eyes, just let me tryYou will listen to my voiceYou will listen to my whisperSweet emotions fill my love songAnd it's only for youIt's only for youEvery song I singIs a love song for youThis song I singIs a love song for youA love song!How I cherish your touchBelieve in you so muchYou're my island </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/85853368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/85853368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsgraveyard.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85853368' title=''/><author><name>H@rumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678540168205807498</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-3856662.post-85845564</id><published>2002-12-11T15:09:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-12-11T15:09:13.973-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>� t�o gentil e t�o honesto o ar...  Dante AlighieriTradu��o de Ardu�no Bolivar.� t�o gentil e t�o honesto o ar Da minha Dama, sempre que aparece E a outrem sa�da, que ante ela emudece Toda l�ngua, e ningu�m ousa falar. Ela se vai sentindo-se louvar, Vestida de humildade, e at� parece Coisa que l� do C�u � terra desce A fim de a todos nos maravilhar. Mostra-se t�o graciosa a quem a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/85845564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/85845564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsgraveyard.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85845564' title=''/><author><name>H@rumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678540168205807498</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-3856662.post-85784838</id><published>2002-12-10T13:16:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-12-10T13:17:43.000-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hurting myself, strange days ....Lonely hearts into the darkness ...the light in the window was turn to dark days ....i miss you, but u are not here ...where are u from?where are u? let me show you my hole in my soul .... thank u for invite me in the strange world ... 'cause i wanna live there are .... i am strange and lonely girl ...sometimes i hate myself ! :( </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/85784838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/85784838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsgraveyard.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85784838' title=''/><author><name>H@rumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678540168205807498</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-3856662.post-85780862</id><published>2002-12-10T11:35:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-12-10T11:35:01.773-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hurt BeforeShe's a girl in a world, she's moving as fast as she goesLoves her mum and her dad, the only secure that she knowsBut at night, she's alone, she's dreaming of somebody newHer someone for to hold, she's praying the dream will come trueShow me the way - show me, show me howHelp me be brave - for loveShow me the way - show me, tell me howWhat do you sayThere's a pain in her </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/85780862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/85780862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsgraveyard.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85780862' title=''/><author><name>Cursed Christabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2njiIdJWM8/SI6xdHLcoqI/AAAAAAAAAB0/zyQQxt-VX0c/S220/theeyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3856662.post-85606176</id><published>2002-12-06T17:55:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-12-06T17:55:52.510-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Vanden PlasSong : Nightwalker never, never, neverNever turn aroundOn this lonely roadNo one ever saw me standing in the shadowsI've had many namesAnd you have lost your wayI know you don't have the time but may I aks you to stayWhere are you going toWhere are you going toShine on the gods here in silenceMine is the shade one more timeI walk the night impaled by CyrusUnder the moon </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/85606176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/85606176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsgraveyard.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85606176' title=''/><author><name>H@rumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678540168205807498</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-3856662.post-85589519</id><published>2002-12-06T11:14:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-12-06T11:14:04.850-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>infinity dreams in your stoled heart, dreams come true, and believe one heart, coldness until darkness, mixed me, around the world it's just confused,death until the life is living with you ... loving you forever .....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/85589519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/85589519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsgraveyard.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85589519' title=''/><author><name>H@rumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678540168205807498</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-3856662.post-85377268</id><published>2002-12-02T12:31:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-12-02T12:33:27.000-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Morte dos tristes(...)Ah! S� deve agradar-lhe a sepultura,Que a vida para os tristes � desgra�a,A morte para os tristes � ventura!(...)(Bocage)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/85377268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/85377268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsgraveyard.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85377268' title=''/><author><name>Cursed Christabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2njiIdJWM8/SI6xdHLcoqI/AAAAAAAAAB0/zyQQxt-VX0c/S220/theeyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3856662.post-85294697</id><published>2002-11-30T13:17:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-11-30T13:17:26.483-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FantasMicPart 1Wish upon a starTake a step enter the landWalk through the airTake my handWishmaster's will-Join him the quest for dreamA make-believeIs all we ever needWish upon a starNo matter who you areThe second star to the rightHarbinger's gateBeyond the boundariesBlossom balletIn the great wide somewhereWish upon a starBelieve in willThe realm of the king of fantasy</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/85294697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/85294697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsgraveyard.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#85294697' title=''/><author><name>Cursed Christabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2njiIdJWM8/SI6xdHLcoqI/AAAAAAAAAB0/zyQQxt-VX0c/S220/theeyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3856662.post-85051685</id><published>2002-11-25T11:00:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-11-25T11:00:47.933-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Half A Woman, Half A ShadowDaylight is breaking again. I hide in the dark. I'm watching the rain. You're out of touch. You're out of reach. What can I say, I never wanted it this way Love sleeps all alone. The cold telephone, I know the heart. Yes, I know the kind. The kisses of fire, turning to grey. I never wanted it this way. I always wanted you to stay Wash my pain away, cause I'm </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/85051685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/85051685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsgraveyard.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#85051685' title=''/><author><name>Cursed Christabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2njiIdJWM8/SI6xdHLcoqI/AAAAAAAAAB0/zyQQxt-VX0c/S220/theeyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3856662.post-84929301</id><published>2002-11-22T14:34:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-11-22T14:34:42.290-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Forlorn HopeAn old man is proud, but behind his modest smile lies the grief Only one picture of his brave son remainsIt seems that the vicious circle can never be broken throughThe hopeful ones gathered their strength to achieve the apparent impossible but all plans seem to be in vainAs a soldier of Allah he�s an example for the others on his bloody way to immortalityIt seems that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/84929301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/84929301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsgraveyard.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84929301' title=''/><author><name>Cursed Christabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2njiIdJWM8/SI6xdHLcoqI/AAAAAAAAAB0/zyQQxt-VX0c/S220/theeyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3856662.post-84867830</id><published>2002-11-21T11:22:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-11-21T13:55:31.000-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/84867830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/84867830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsgraveyard.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84867830' title=''/><author><name>H@rumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678540168205807498</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-3856662.post-84819371</id><published>2002-11-20T13:56:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-11-20T13:57:41.000-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sadness In The Night In the night I feel the cold of my lonelinessCold that embraces my heartDraining my strength to fightOnly to breathe this suffering Tell me why?Why must I bear this crossSo heavy for my soul?Please hold me in your love I am the keeper of his heartI was sent to take care of his sweetness Never I'll forget his loveNever I'll forget the lightThat shone in his </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/84819371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/84819371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsgraveyard.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84819371' title=''/><author><name>Cursed Christabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2njiIdJWM8/SI6xdHLcoqI/AAAAAAAAAB0/zyQQxt-VX0c/S220/theeyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3856662.post-84718296</id><published>2002-11-18T16:52:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-11-18T16:52:12.273-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hoje rasguei uns poemasPoemas que eu fiz pra voc�Na �poca que est�vamos juntose o mundo parecia ser boma felicidade n�o era s� uma ilus�oFazer isso doeu muito agoraMas as coisas nunca saem do jeito que queremosJ� que tudo acabouQuero evitar lembrarPois j� tenho certeza quenada realmente faz sentido</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/84718296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/84718296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsgraveyard.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84718296' title=''/><author><name>Cursed Christabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2njiIdJWM8/SI6xdHLcoqI/AAAAAAAAAB0/zyQQxt-VX0c/S220/theeyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3856662.post-84682223</id><published>2002-11-17T23:04:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-11-17T23:06:41.000-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm sad but not afraid"The things of life don't need to be good"Someone had saidand I understoodSometimes I feel like dyingSometimes I feel very wellI don't know exactly I'm cryingEverything's becoming a hell</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/84682223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/84682223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsgraveyard.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84682223' title=''/><author><name>Cursed Christabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2njiIdJWM8/SI6xdHLcoqI/AAAAAAAAAB0/zyQQxt-VX0c/S220/theeyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3856662.post-84662786</id><published>2002-11-17T13:59:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-11-17T13:59:52.540-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sleepwalker - NightwishSleepwalkerClose your eyesFeel the ocean where passion liesSilently the sensesAbandon all defencesThe place between sleep and awakeEnd of innocenceUnending masqueradeThat`s where I`ll wait for youHold me, near youSo closely, sear youSeeing, believingDreaming, deceivingSleepwalker seducing meI dared to enter your ecstacyLay yourself now down to sleepIn </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/84662786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/84662786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsgraveyard.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84662786' title=''/><author><name>H@rumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678540168205807498</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-3856662.post-84471499</id><published>2002-11-13T12:08:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-11-13T12:18:06.000-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>All aloneThe night is coldI thought about youMy distant dreamSo far away...I can't sleepBut I can feel you presenceD�j� vuYou told me one dayNow I can understand.I got some medicinesI'm feeling sleepyI can't control myselfMy eyes are closingThe dream is coming!I can walk awayJust to see your faceYou're sleepingYou look so niceI know you can feelThis magic momentBut it's time </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/84471499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/84471499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsgraveyard.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84471499' title=''/><author><name>Cursed Christabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2njiIdJWM8/SI6xdHLcoqI/AAAAAAAAAB0/zyQQxt-VX0c/S220/theeyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3856662.post-84341583</id><published>2002-11-11T00:58:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-11-11T00:58:14.730-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A noite fria e escuraReina no firmamento �A noite imensa perduraPungente tal um lamento,Acerba como a amargura!�Domina e amarra a minha almaComo cicl�pica morda�a,Numa tenebrosa amea�aDe jamais vir a ter calma �Desloco-me em medonha escurid�oSem um raio de luz que me guie �Morre, morre j� meu cora��o.Nada sinto, nada vejo �� o Nada � minha volta� a morte que procuro em v�o!Oh! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/84341583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/84341583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsgraveyard.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84341583' title=''/><author><name>Cursed Christabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2njiIdJWM8/SI6xdHLcoqI/AAAAAAAAAB0/zyQQxt-VX0c/S220/theeyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3856662.post-84295727</id><published>2002-11-09T23:24:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-11-09T23:25:27.000-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Adeus, Meus Sonhos!Adeus, meus sonhos, eu pranteio e morro!N�o levo da exist�ncia uma saudade!E tanta vida que meu peito enchiaMorreu na minha triste mocidade!Miss�rimo! votei meus pobres dias� sina doida de um amor sem fruto,E minh'alma na treva agora dormeComo um olhar que a morte envolve em luto.Que me resta, meu Deus? morra comigoA estrela dos meus c�ndidos amores,J� que n�o </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/84295727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/84295727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsgraveyard.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84295727' title=''/><author><name>Cursed Christabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2njiIdJWM8/SI6xdHLcoqI/AAAAAAAAAB0/zyQQxt-VX0c/S220/theeyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3856662.post-84116232</id><published>2002-11-06T12:18:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-11-06T12:18:02.633-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dead Boy�s PoemBorn from silence, silence full of itA perfect concert my best friendSo much to live for, so much to die forIf only my heart had a homeSing what you can`t sayForget what you can`t playHasten to drown into beautiful eyesWalk within my poetry, this dying music-My loveletter to nobodyNever sigh for better worldIt`s already composed, played and toldEvery thought the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/84116232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/84116232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsgraveyard.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84116232' title=''/><author><name>Cursed Christabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2njiIdJWM8/SI6xdHLcoqI/AAAAAAAAAB0/zyQQxt-VX0c/S220/theeyes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3856662.post-84063955</id><published>2002-11-05T13:52:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2002-11-05T13:58:57.000-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Estar na chuvachuva que cai do c�utoca minha pelelava o meu suorpenetra nos meus porosprocura minhas doresde todos os amorespelos quais sofridas paix�es que vivios cora��es que particicatrizes que ganheiFa�a me chorare com meus prantos levarum pouco dessa minha dor</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/84063955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856662/posts/default/84063955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemsgraveyard.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84063955' title=''/><author><name>Cursed 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