<?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-7056547678696136958</id><updated>2011-07-08T04:52:14.876-07:00</updated><category term='freestyle'/><title type='text'>Rantings of a Phresh maniac ...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thephreshone.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7056547678696136958/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thephreshone.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>PhReSh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00391470017541167121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rjwvKGBp58s/R1bSq9uKejI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c_Fv2cOxmPU/S220/Picture+208.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7056547678696136958.post-2166579055048726072</id><published>2011-05-02T02:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T02:28:14.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>magic tricks</title><content type='html'>I thought I loved the girl before you but damn was I wrong ...&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know what love felt like until I felt your lips on mine&lt;br /&gt;Until every moment was lost in space and time&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't contcentrate because you always stayed on my mind ...&lt;br /&gt;But I just played the fool once again&lt;br /&gt;There was absolutely no way possible that I could win a heart and mind like that &lt;br /&gt;Not with no tricks in my hat&lt;br /&gt;"I need a new girlfriend" you said&lt;br /&gt;That was like a bullet in the&lt;br /&gt;HEART&lt;br /&gt;Thought you were smart&lt;br /&gt;But I caught you&lt;br /&gt;I once had you&lt;br /&gt;Now I've lost you ...&lt;br /&gt;Let the mourning commence ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7056547678696136958-2166579055048726072?l=thephreshone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thephreshone.blogspot.com/feeds/2166579055048726072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7056547678696136958&amp;postID=2166579055048726072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7056547678696136958/posts/default/2166579055048726072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7056547678696136958/posts/default/2166579055048726072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thephreshone.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-thought-i-loved-girl-before-you-but.html' title='magic tricks'/><author><name>PhReSh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00391470017541167121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rjwvKGBp58s/R1bSq9uKejI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c_Fv2cOxmPU/S220/Picture+208.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7056547678696136958.post-1114871930936537916</id><published>2011-01-18T00:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T01:18:50.535-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh how time flies ...</title><content type='html'>It's been over a year since I've been here. Had so much going on I haven't taken the time out to really write much of anything. The last post I wrote was about an ex who's been an ex for over a year now ... since then I've accomplished a few things. Moved into my own place. Got a job working for a hospital as a CNA. Met a girl that makes my heart stutter something ridiculous. My kid and nieces and nephews are all a year older. Life moved on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how when you go through a break up you feel like the entire world stops and the pain you feel is the worst pain ever and you will never fully heal from it all. But at the end of the day, you make it out okay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I was so involved in that bad situation because I was so dedicated to that girl ... and she broke my heart like nobody had ever done before. I became lowkey obsessed for a minute and couldn't figure out why. But I figured it out eventually ... it was just such a new feeling. I didn't want to let it go. But you can't give love to someone who doesn't want your love. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found someone who does love me ... and she's amazing. She gives me hope. Even though at times I can't see anyone loving me forever ... if someone could love me forever, it'd be her. She compliments my being just by being ... she's my sunshine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready to finish growing up ... I'll be 27 this year. Gotta get my ass back in school. Upgrade this raggedy CNA shit to RN shit and from there hopefully I'll be able to get on some doctor shit ... but for now I'm keeping my goals short-term.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my friends. All of them. I miss my innocence. I miss feeling free. Life is good cuz I'm living but what I wouldn't give to rewind a few years and change a few things. But eh, it is what it is. *sigh* ... oh how time flies ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7056547678696136958-1114871930936537916?l=thephreshone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thephreshone.blogspot.com/feeds/1114871930936537916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7056547678696136958&amp;postID=1114871930936537916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7056547678696136958/posts/default/1114871930936537916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7056547678696136958/posts/default/1114871930936537916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thephreshone.blogspot.com/2011/01/oh-how-time-flies.html' title='Oh how time flies ...'/><author><name>PhReSh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00391470017541167121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rjwvKGBp58s/R1bSq9uKejI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c_Fv2cOxmPU/S220/Picture+208.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7056547678696136958.post-6515054700569391116</id><published>2009-09-13T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T13:39:15.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fading pictures  ...</title><content type='html'>Every day I think of her less and less ... I like that. I wrote her this letter and just felt like I had to get it to her ... And when I asked her how I get it to her ... I decided that I didn't really want her to have it. Yup ... I changed my mind lol. I don't wanna be her friend, she didn't appreciate me. I am officially moving forward. I deleted her # from my phone. *sigh* ... That shit was easier than I thought it would be lol. My life is full of people who love and care for me ... I don't need anything less. And from here on out, I won't expect or accept anything less ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crumpled photos in a shoe box&lt;br /&gt;Located in the darkest corner in the closet called my heart&lt;br /&gt;A clogged aorta ...&lt;br /&gt;Open heart surgery ...&lt;br /&gt;5 months later and I'm growing &lt;br /&gt;I'm showing ... Myself&lt;br /&gt;How much I don't need you&lt;br /&gt;Figuring out that there is someone out here who needs me&lt;br /&gt;Just as much as I need them ...&lt;br /&gt;Who will love me more than their most important limbs&lt;br /&gt;The way I once loved you &lt;br /&gt;Is the way in which I will someday love again ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7056547678696136958-6515054700569391116?l=thephreshone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thephreshone.blogspot.com/feeds/6515054700569391116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7056547678696136958&amp;postID=6515054700569391116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7056547678696136958/posts/default/6515054700569391116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7056547678696136958/posts/default/6515054700569391116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thephreshone.blogspot.com/2009/09/fading-pictures.html' title='Fading pictures  ...'/><author><name>PhReSh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00391470017541167121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rjwvKGBp58s/R1bSq9uKejI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c_Fv2cOxmPU/S220/Picture+208.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7056547678696136958.post-6087974228761257328</id><published>2009-08-15T04:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T23:07:31.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the admission</title><content type='html'>I can't describe the satisfaction that comes from making decisions for my future and actually taking the time to evaluate repurcussions! Repurcussions, yall! I made a logical decision, and as much as it hurt, it felt good. It feels good to know that i'm not so blinded by her effect on me as to allow her to stomp another mudhole in my being. I am moving forward, after four months of greiving about a relationship that was nothing more than a illusion ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lifted me up&lt;br /&gt;Then let me crash&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind my heart&lt;br /&gt;Only interested in ass&lt;br /&gt;Fooled me once&lt;br /&gt;Then fooled me twice&lt;br /&gt;Oh silly me&lt;br /&gt;Never even put up a fight&lt;br /&gt;I refuse to lose to you&lt;br /&gt;Game over&lt;br /&gt;Bitch, boo.&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7056547678696136958-6087974228761257328?l=thephreshone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thephreshone.blogspot.com/feeds/6087974228761257328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7056547678696136958&amp;postID=6087974228761257328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7056547678696136958/posts/default/6087974228761257328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7056547678696136958/posts/default/6087974228761257328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thephreshone.blogspot.com/2009/08/admission.html' title='the admission'/><author><name>PhReSh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00391470017541167121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rjwvKGBp58s/R1bSq9uKejI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c_Fv2cOxmPU/S220/Picture+208.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7056547678696136958.post-8330517498697483908</id><published>2009-01-28T05:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T05:47:01.638-08:00</updated><title type='text'>your complication</title><content type='html'>am the gatekeeper&lt;br /&gt;the holder of the keys&lt;br /&gt;with just a glance&lt;br /&gt;a simple stare&lt;br /&gt;i can bring you to your knees&lt;br /&gt;but at the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;am i your saving grace&lt;br /&gt;or your complication?&lt;br /&gt;the static sounds horrible on your end&lt;br /&gt;but all i can hear are ballads and beatiful melodies&lt;br /&gt;then your phone rings&lt;br /&gt;i feel like shit because i have no authority&lt;br /&gt;so i deal with the white noise on the other end of your line&lt;br /&gt;the sound that puts a frown on your face so sour&lt;br /&gt;every hour on the fucking hour ... &lt;br /&gt;utilizing the off button doesn't help as much as it should&lt;br /&gt;and though i'll never let go&lt;br /&gt;never give up&lt;br /&gt;never let you leave&lt;br /&gt;i think about it&lt;br /&gt;if only to no longer be your complication&lt;br /&gt;but instead, an awesome memory&lt;br /&gt;soon ... i will be your fabulous present&lt;br /&gt;now ... i am your amazing future&lt;br /&gt;your current complication&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7056547678696136958-8330517498697483908?l=thephreshone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thephreshone.blogspot.com/feeds/8330517498697483908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7056547678696136958&amp;postID=8330517498697483908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7056547678696136958/posts/default/8330517498697483908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7056547678696136958/posts/default/8330517498697483908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thephreshone.blogspot.com/2009/01/your-complication.html' title='your complication'/><author><name>PhReSh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00391470017541167121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rjwvKGBp58s/R1bSq9uKejI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c_Fv2cOxmPU/S220/Picture+208.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7056547678696136958.post-6641314144003465447</id><published>2009-01-24T02:45:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T02:46:00.315-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i've changed ...</title><content type='html'>no longer the little girl i used to be&lt;br /&gt;im full grown now you see&lt;br /&gt;realizing that in order to make it&lt;br /&gt;i have to be the woman that waits inside of me&lt;br /&gt;that means understanding that some dreams may never come true&lt;br /&gt;to provide for my kid&lt;br /&gt;i have to do what i have to do&lt;br /&gt;even if that means show off parts of my body&lt;br /&gt;maybe even act a little naughty&lt;br /&gt;for some extra change&lt;br /&gt;but nothin strange goin on here&lt;br /&gt;im full grown now&lt;br /&gt;trying to ignore the self doubt&lt;br /&gt;but it keeps on comin, comin, comin&lt;br /&gt;no matter how fast im runnin&lt;br /&gt;so i stopped running tonight&lt;br /&gt;either i'll take flight&lt;br /&gt;or i wont&lt;br /&gt;giving up my dreams&lt;br /&gt;letting go of my hopes&lt;br /&gt;somebody else will have to save Haiti cuz according to everyone around me&lt;br /&gt;i can't do it&lt;br /&gt;and that makes me unbelievably sad&lt;br /&gt;but i have to understand&lt;br /&gt;that not everybody understands why i am the way i are&lt;br /&gt;why id rather give my million dollar lotto winnings to Africa&lt;br /&gt;than to buy a big fancy house and cars&lt;br /&gt;so ill focus harder on me myself and i&lt;br /&gt;instead of trying to force the world to view life through my eyes&lt;br /&gt;cant everybody be on my level&lt;br /&gt;so i guess i have to bring myself down a few notches ... or actually ten&lt;br /&gt;guess i have to settle for the less&lt;br /&gt;and simply play the cards ive been given&lt;br /&gt;wish i had a comfort zone&lt;br /&gt;somewhere to run and hide&lt;br /&gt;someone to protect me when i feel the stress all across my hyde&lt;br /&gt;arms to hold me tight&lt;br /&gt;and tell me it will all be alright&lt;br /&gt;but i cant even get a damn phone call&lt;br /&gt;just ornery text messages&lt;br /&gt;and although ive changed ...&lt;br /&gt;its all my fault ...&lt;br /&gt;as usual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cue the fucking violins*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7056547678696136958-6641314144003465447?l=thephreshone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thephreshone.blogspot.com/feeds/6641314144003465447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7056547678696136958&amp;postID=6641314144003465447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7056547678696136958/posts/default/6641314144003465447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7056547678696136958/posts/default/6641314144003465447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thephreshone.blogspot.com/2009/01/ive-changed.html' title='i&apos;ve changed ...'/><author><name>PhReSh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00391470017541167121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rjwvKGBp58s/R1bSq9uKejI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c_Fv2cOxmPU/S220/Picture+208.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7056547678696136958.post-3515517646316865545</id><published>2009-01-24T02:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T02:45:34.165-08:00</updated><title type='text'>smoke &amp; mirrors</title><content type='html'>it's hard to see the lights through all the fog&lt;br /&gt;nobody ever mentioned that id have to squint my eyes the entire way to heaven&lt;br /&gt;but it is what it is&lt;br /&gt;so hard to give up the things that have become such a big part of me&lt;br /&gt;have to relinquish the evil spirits&lt;br /&gt;let the old me die&lt;br /&gt;and fade away into the darkness they call the night&lt;br /&gt;i am a daywalker now&lt;br /&gt;walking barefoot on a path full of broken glass&lt;br /&gt;pieces of mirrors, hennessy bottles, and hypodermic needles&lt;br /&gt;pill boxes full of tiny white, blue, and orange pills&lt;br /&gt;oh my heart be still&lt;br /&gt;silence is golden&lt;br /&gt;as is kharma&lt;br /&gt;but slient kharma will kill a man&lt;br /&gt;which makes it platinum with black diamond baguettes&lt;br /&gt;let us rid them of their deception sticks&lt;br /&gt;and their balls full of lies&lt;br /&gt;give them pacifiers and coddle them like the babies they prove themselves to be&lt;br /&gt;a man is only a reflection of his circumstances&lt;br /&gt;but choice is always an option&lt;br /&gt;being a good guy is so much harder than being a bad guy&lt;br /&gt;therefore only a few take that road&lt;br /&gt;its too hard they cry&lt;br /&gt;had your heart broken too many times&lt;br /&gt;well multiply it by a thousand and you still couldn't understand the pain endured by the rib who carried an entire body, mind, and soul in her uterus for nine months and counting&lt;br /&gt;only for you to leave her&lt;br /&gt;mentally, physically, and emotionally&lt;br /&gt;for you to give her diseases&lt;br /&gt;and resonate how worthless she is in your plight&lt;br /&gt;no longer will she fight&lt;br /&gt;letting go of hope&lt;br /&gt;to faith, i stay holding on tight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7056547678696136958-3515517646316865545?l=thephreshone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thephreshone.blogspot.com/feeds/3515517646316865545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7056547678696136958&amp;postID=3515517646316865545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7056547678696136958/posts/default/3515517646316865545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7056547678696136958/posts/default/3515517646316865545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thephreshone.blogspot.com/2009/01/smoke-mirrors.html' title='smoke &amp; mirrors'/><author><name>PhReSh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00391470017541167121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rjwvKGBp58s/R1bSq9uKejI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c_Fv2cOxmPU/S220/Picture+208.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7056547678696136958.post-7632637969515120270</id><published>2009-01-13T22:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T22:08:31.464-08:00</updated><title type='text'>suicidal</title><content type='html'>i committed suicide yesterday&lt;br /&gt;it was easier than i thought&lt;br /&gt;i just emptied the bottle&lt;br /&gt;pill by pill &lt;br /&gt;until i no longer felt distraught&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i committed suicide last week&lt;br /&gt;it just took a little pressure&lt;br /&gt;pressed down hard on with the knife on my wrist&lt;br /&gt;never had i felt fresher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i committed suicide last month&lt;br /&gt;didnt even have to think&lt;br /&gt;i put the chamber up to my skull&lt;br /&gt;and waited for the trigger to clink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i committed suicide&lt;br /&gt;in her arms i died&lt;br /&gt;it was the hardest thing ive ever done&lt;br /&gt;and for me ... she didnt even cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i cant blame her&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7056547678696136958-7632637969515120270?l=thephreshone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thephreshone.blogspot.com/feeds/7632637969515120270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7056547678696136958&amp;postID=7632637969515120270' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7056547678696136958/posts/default/7632637969515120270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7056547678696136958/posts/default/7632637969515120270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thephreshone.blogspot.com/2009/01/suicidal.html' title='suicidal'/><author><name>PhReSh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00391470017541167121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rjwvKGBp58s/R1bSq9uKejI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c_Fv2cOxmPU/S220/Picture+208.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7056547678696136958.post-7496365015965483186</id><published>2008-12-31T01:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T02:06:29.584-08:00</updated><title type='text'>grass aint always greener</title><content type='html'>ignorance and disobedience send me into a whirlwind of tragedy&lt;br /&gt;catastrophe after catastrophe&lt;br /&gt;its the blind leading the blind up in this piece&lt;br /&gt;obama can't see no better than you or me&lt;br /&gt;and he aint gonna end poverty&lt;br /&gt;but folks seem to think he's the start&lt;br /&gt;of a land full of white folks with big ol' hearts&lt;br /&gt;the white bitch that birthed me, turned on me&lt;br /&gt;so how i can i rely on anybody?&lt;br /&gt;the deed has been done&lt;br /&gt;i trust no one&lt;br /&gt;well, other than the son and the sun&lt;br /&gt;the son played it out perfectly&lt;br /&gt;three, two, one&lt;br /&gt;and i can count on the sun to burn through the ozone layer just like its supposed to&lt;br /&gt;nobody has to say "i told you"&lt;br /&gt;cuz we knew what it was gone do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you?&lt;br /&gt;never that&lt;br /&gt;tell me one thing &lt;br /&gt;take it back&lt;br /&gt;sell me a dream&lt;br /&gt;realize im black&lt;br /&gt;and just to get a rise in your pants &lt;br /&gt;you watch the black girl cry&lt;br /&gt;and then you take it back ... &lt;br /&gt;again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just like the forty acres and that mule my great great grand daddy never seen&lt;br /&gt;and the crown you ripped from the head of the African queen &lt;br /&gt;that i am ... &lt;br /&gt;or rather &lt;br /&gt;was supposed to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you and your baggy jeans&lt;br /&gt;all on the hip hop scene&lt;br /&gt;"I got that Busta! I got that T.I.! I got that Wayne!"&lt;br /&gt;what you need to do is pick up a book &lt;br /&gt;and feed your fuckin brain&lt;br /&gt;stop trying to assimilate those that have been dubbed as American's stain&lt;br /&gt;cuz at the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;as hard as you try&lt;br /&gt;the tribulations you go through are entirely different from mine&lt;br /&gt;so you'll never understand what it is to be on this side&lt;br /&gt;of the fence&lt;br /&gt;don't take offense&lt;br /&gt;i'm just being honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so understand that when i say that&lt;br /&gt;you cant see me&lt;br /&gt;and that you suck at trying to be me&lt;br /&gt;it's actually because my ancestors were never seen&lt;br /&gt;so i dont even know who &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;im&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; tryna be&lt;br /&gt;cuz i have no idea where i come from&lt;br /&gt;and that's why the grass has never been green&lt;br /&gt;on this side of town&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7056547678696136958-7496365015965483186?l=thephreshone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thephreshone.blogspot.com/feeds/7496365015965483186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7056547678696136958&amp;postID=7496365015965483186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7056547678696136958/posts/default/7496365015965483186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7056547678696136958/posts/default/7496365015965483186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thephreshone.blogspot.com/2008/12/grass-aint-always-greener.html' title='grass aint always greener'/><author><name>PhReSh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00391470017541167121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rjwvKGBp58s/R1bSq9uKejI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c_Fv2cOxmPU/S220/Picture+208.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7056547678696136958.post-2705652057411152373</id><published>2008-12-31T00:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T00:35:18.514-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Lights ...</title><content type='html'>She fell and she couldn't get up&lt;br /&gt;Stopped giving a fuck&lt;br /&gt;She had no luck&lt;br /&gt;And no one to trust&lt;br /&gt;All she could ever depend on was lust&lt;br /&gt;She brought it out of every man, woman, and child&lt;br /&gt;Even drove animals wild&lt;br /&gt;With her seductive style&lt;br /&gt;And her Renaissance smile&lt;br /&gt;SEX&lt;br /&gt;Was what they saw, smelled, and felt all over her&lt;br /&gt;She had no idea how or why &lt;br /&gt;But when she looked into peoples eyes&lt;br /&gt;SEX&lt;br /&gt;All she's good for&lt;br /&gt;A natural born whore&lt;br /&gt;Good for nothing&lt;br /&gt;Other than fucking&lt;br /&gt;Cuz whats loving got to do with it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7056547678696136958-2705652057411152373?l=thephreshone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thephreshone.blogspot.com/feeds/2705652057411152373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7056547678696136958&amp;postID=2705652057411152373' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7056547678696136958/posts/default/2705652057411152373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7056547678696136958/posts/default/2705652057411152373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thephreshone.blogspot.com/2008/12/red-lights.html' title='Red Lights ...'/><author><name>PhReSh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00391470017541167121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rjwvKGBp58s/R1bSq9uKejI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c_Fv2cOxmPU/S220/Picture+208.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7056547678696136958.post-6721724472614550058</id><published>2008-12-25T18:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T18:55:14.818-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Give thanks, Be Merry, ... and remember that your rent is still due January 1st</title><content type='html'>I'd like to wish everyone a very Happy holiday season this year full of joy, happiness, and cheer! I'd also like to remind everyone that Southern California Edison did indeed mail out electric bills this month along with your local gas company. Let's not have alllll the kids brand new PSP's to only be able to play in the dark ... and use them for lighting the path to get to the bathroom in the middle of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myhotcomments.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lc.fdots.com/cc/lc/6e/6e3fba1b8e2a2147101f5b379bd5be6b.gif" border="0" alt="MyHotComments.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br clear="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a safe and happy holiday everyone!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7056547678696136958-6721724472614550058?l=thephreshone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thephreshone.blogspot.com/feeds/6721724472614550058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7056547678696136958&amp;postID=6721724472614550058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7056547678696136958/posts/default/6721724472614550058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7056547678696136958/posts/default/6721724472614550058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thephreshone.blogspot.com/2008/12/give-thanks-be-merry-and-remember-that.html' title='Give thanks, Be Merry, ... and remember that your rent is still due January 1st'/><author><name>PhReSh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00391470017541167121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rjwvKGBp58s/R1bSq9uKejI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c_Fv2cOxmPU/S220/Picture+208.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7056547678696136958.post-6967923530115438455</id><published>2008-12-17T21:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T22:02:17.371-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cool on me ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Love totally sucks for me most times ... more tears than smiles ... more wasted time than significant miles ... hence all the dreary poetry lol. I'm over it ... just went over the shit I wrote and realized some of it was good enough to post here for my fam to read. Hit me on my aim ... (its a new one) : thephreshone ... and tell me what you think (outside of the fact that I always pick the crazy girls to fall in love with lol) :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cool on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, so now you cool on me?&lt;br /&gt;You been cool on me unless it has something to do with YOUR enjoyment&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't prepared for my deployment and now you mad cuz I'm hurt&lt;br /&gt;How the fuck am I supposed to feel?&lt;br /&gt;Just fuckin fine ... because you feel just fuckin fine&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely divine&lt;br /&gt;Hiding behind your shrine&lt;br /&gt;You can only worship a non-diety for so long before God plays ping pong with your skull&lt;br /&gt;Don't try to play me dull&lt;br /&gt;I'm the doublemint flavor the worlds been missing&lt;br /&gt;And as far as I'm concerned&lt;br /&gt;You're void and null&lt;br /&gt;Cool on me, huh?&lt;br /&gt;That fits into your plan perfectly&lt;br /&gt;"Let's play with her mind"&lt;br /&gt;These chicks seriously get off by jerking me&lt;br /&gt;But it's all gravy ...&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I'm super.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for asking.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7056547678696136958-6967923530115438455?l=thephreshone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thephreshone.blogspot.com/feeds/6967923530115438455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7056547678696136958&amp;postID=6967923530115438455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7056547678696136958/posts/default/6967923530115438455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7056547678696136958/posts/default/6967923530115438455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thephreshone.blogspot.com/2008/12/cool-on-me.html' title='cool on me ...'/><author><name>PhReSh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00391470017541167121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rjwvKGBp58s/R1bSq9uKejI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c_Fv2cOxmPU/S220/Picture+208.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7056547678696136958.post-2785101503482301284</id><published>2008-12-17T21:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T21:58:40.105-08:00</updated><title type='text'>an angry heart</title><content type='html'>im takin two steps forward&lt;br /&gt;three steps back&lt;br /&gt;ease the fuck up off me&lt;br /&gt;gimme some slack&lt;br /&gt;were all allowed to make mistakes&lt;br /&gt;the funk&lt;br /&gt;we sometimes have no choice but to fake&lt;br /&gt;and at the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;the only one who has to look at me in the mirror is me&lt;br /&gt;same goes for you&lt;br /&gt;so you should be doin everything that you feel is best for you&lt;br /&gt;but you cant expect me not to be upset&lt;br /&gt;cant expect for me to feel no regret&lt;br /&gt;im not really mad at you&lt;br /&gt;i have no reason to be&lt;br /&gt;you made your choices in what you wanted&lt;br /&gt;what you needed&lt;br /&gt;and it turned out that its not me&lt;br /&gt;and thats okay&lt;br /&gt;but i still feel like shit about it&lt;br /&gt;yet and still&lt;br /&gt;ill get over it and past it and way far beyond it&lt;br /&gt;you aint the first horse to buck my ass off into the barnyard&lt;br /&gt;im safe in here for now&lt;br /&gt;and being mad and "blaming" you is what i need to do&lt;br /&gt;so just let me do it&lt;br /&gt;when you read my pissy status messages&lt;br /&gt;feel free to say "screw it"&lt;br /&gt;cuz to be honest&lt;br /&gt;right now, i dont care how you feel about me&lt;br /&gt;love it or hate it&lt;br /&gt;im still gonna shine&lt;br /&gt;you're just a minor speed bump&lt;br /&gt;ill be just fine&lt;br /&gt;in time&lt;br /&gt;now bask in the ambiance of my angry heart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7056547678696136958-2785101503482301284?l=thephreshone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thephreshone.blogspot.com/feeds/2785101503482301284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7056547678696136958&amp;postID=2785101503482301284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7056547678696136958/posts/default/2785101503482301284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7056547678696136958/posts/default/2785101503482301284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thephreshone.blogspot.com/2008/12/angry-heart.html' title='an angry heart'/><author><name>PhReSh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00391470017541167121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rjwvKGBp58s/R1bSq9uKejI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c_Fv2cOxmPU/S220/Picture+208.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7056547678696136958.post-6801955660842909360</id><published>2008-12-17T21:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T22:09:24.872-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freestyle'/><title type='text'>StyleFree'in ...</title><content type='html'>the lack of love i feel from you to me&lt;br /&gt;is moreso the reflection of the lack of love from me to me&lt;br /&gt;why pour honey in your drink, if its not hot tea?&lt;br /&gt;and if you know i dont know the answer, then why ask me?&lt;br /&gt;if the only time i see the magnificence held within&lt;br /&gt;is when i have your juices on my chin&lt;br /&gt;then i aint worth much then&lt;br /&gt;if me causing you to explode from the inside out&lt;br /&gt;is what its all about&lt;br /&gt;i aint shit&lt;br /&gt;cuz a vibrator or a shower head can give you the same satisfaction&lt;br /&gt;matter fact its some hoes on pch lookin&lt;br /&gt;for work they been askin&lt;br /&gt;they can give you the same damn reaction&lt;br /&gt;i know im flashin&lt;br /&gt;my insecurities just a little&lt;br /&gt;i need love like fat bastard needs victuals&lt;br /&gt;and im starved for affection&lt;br /&gt;its like an 8 hour erection&lt;br /&gt;HARD to deal with&lt;br /&gt;sick of the lame shit&lt;br /&gt;if i've ever seen "weak sauce" this is it&lt;br /&gt;just wanna be down like brandy&lt;br /&gt;cuz you're sweet&lt;br /&gt;like candy&lt;br /&gt;you make me randy&lt;br /&gt;with your talk of college banter&lt;br /&gt;your stories of the hereafter&lt;br /&gt;hell, just hearing your laughter&lt;br /&gt;makes me want you&lt;br /&gt;causes me to taunt you&lt;br /&gt;throughout the night until you let me toss you&lt;br /&gt;up&lt;br /&gt;i just stopped givin a fuck&lt;br /&gt;call me wrecking ball&lt;br /&gt;and be prepared to fall&lt;br /&gt;cuz when me and my bitches step through the door - (say it wit me now)&lt;br /&gt;girlz all pause ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol ... freestyles are fun lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7056547678696136958-6801955660842909360?l=thephreshone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thephreshone.blogspot.com/feeds/6801955660842909360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7056547678696136958&amp;postID=6801955660842909360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7056547678696136958/posts/default/6801955660842909360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7056547678696136958/posts/default/6801955660842909360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thephreshone.blogspot.com/2008/12/stylefreein.html' title='StyleFree&apos;in ...'/><author><name>PhReSh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00391470017541167121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rjwvKGBp58s/R1bSq9uKejI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c_Fv2cOxmPU/S220/Picture+208.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7056547678696136958.post-986389004398179265</id><published>2008-12-05T20:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T23:17:09.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>roses do grow from concrete sometimes ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;realization: i am my sperm donors daughter. i was hanging out with my friend naomi today ... just talking about me ... and i realized why i am the way i am. i am the emotional wreck i watched my father be every single day he was in my life. he wanted so badly to be loved by my mother. he wanted her to show it. he wanted to know without a shadow of a doubt that she'd ride and or die for him. she was never good at showing affection. the shit drove him crazy. literally. it was like the lack of want and need sent him to a place he never came back from. he loved her so much that he forgot to love his kids. he craved love like trees do water. like fiends do crack. but she just wasnt the same way as he was. she was cold. kept to herself. no need for small talk or friendly conversation. small kisses when passing by one another and smacks on the behind would be non-existant if she'd had her way. although she didnt offer her love willingly, he pushed for it. he tried so hard. and for twenty years she played him like a sucker. twently years. all because he wanted so badly to be loved. i will not be him. i will love me enough to find the want and need for validation from others absolutely unnecessary. i will hug me. i will kiss me. i'll rub my own damn back. make a romantic dinner for me, myself and i. ill massage my own calves and wear pretty lingerie just for me. ill get up earlier in the mornings to exercise and meditate. i will get myself in line. i will focus on my number one. me. because at the end of the day, if i dont lavish myself with the things i know i deserve, why should anybody else want to do it??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7056547678696136958-986389004398179265?l=thephreshone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thephreshone.blogspot.com/feeds/986389004398179265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7056547678696136958&amp;postID=986389004398179265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7056547678696136958/posts/default/986389004398179265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7056547678696136958/posts/default/986389004398179265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thephreshone.blogspot.com/2008/12/roses-do-grow-from-concrete-sometimes.html' title='roses do grow from concrete sometimes ...'/><author><name>PhReSh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00391470017541167121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rjwvKGBp58s/R1bSq9uKejI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c_Fv2cOxmPU/S220/Picture+208.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7056547678696136958.post-3084888225841888502</id><published>2008-12-03T22:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T22:44:09.087-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lemonade</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;i've got a lot of lemons. you'd think i have a lemon tree growing out of my butt. so right now, this instant, i've decided to make lemonade. yep. lemonade. i just need sugar. and water.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hmmm ... can anybody tell me where the hell i'm supposed to get some sugar and water from?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rjwvKGBp58s/STd7xMdllhI/AAAAAAAAAAw/TQVJRehYJTs/s1600-h/lemonjuice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 198px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rjwvKGBp58s/STd7xMdllhI/AAAAAAAAAAw/TQVJRehYJTs/s320/lemonjuice.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275821573576955410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;so much for lemonade ... does anybody have the ingredients for fruit punch? I'll bring the petron to spike it with!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7056547678696136958-3084888225841888502?l=thephreshone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thephreshone.blogspot.com/feeds/3084888225841888502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7056547678696136958&amp;postID=3084888225841888502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7056547678696136958/posts/default/3084888225841888502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7056547678696136958/posts/default/3084888225841888502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thephreshone.blogspot.com/2008/12/lemonade.html' title='lemonade'/><author><name>PhReSh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00391470017541167121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rjwvKGBp58s/R1bSq9uKejI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c_Fv2cOxmPU/S220/Picture+208.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rjwvKGBp58s/STd7xMdllhI/AAAAAAAAAAw/TQVJRehYJTs/s72-c/lemonjuice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7056547678696136958.post-7594965042111806119</id><published>2008-12-03T21:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T22:34:27.927-08:00</updated><title type='text'>holding hands</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;i bet that if you'd just let me walk with you ... through the park&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and innocently pick at the loose piece of string at the end of your coat lapelle &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;that i could get you to let me hold your hand ... eventually &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;that if you'd just let me open your car door before i open mine&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;whether you're driving, directing, or just along for the ride&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;one long strong stare into your eyes &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i bet i could give you butterflies&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;because to be honest &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;you make my heart flit a little bit &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;when i see you, it beats just a tad faster than normal&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i call it paranormal&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;extraterrestrial&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;bet its correctional&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the edit&gt;undo to my typo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the Presidents' executive pardon to my guilty verdict&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the trampoline to my highwire fall&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and you don't even know it&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;won't ever even know it&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;because i'm too scared of the feeling i'll i'd feel if you say no&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;were i ask you to hold your hand&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7056547678696136958-7594965042111806119?l=thephreshone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thephreshone.blogspot.com/feeds/7594965042111806119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7056547678696136958&amp;postID=7594965042111806119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7056547678696136958/posts/default/7594965042111806119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7056547678696136958/posts/default/7594965042111806119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thephreshone.blogspot.com/2008/12/holding-hands.html' title='holding hands'/><author><name>PhReSh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00391470017541167121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rjwvKGBp58s/R1bSq9uKejI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c_Fv2cOxmPU/S220/Picture+208.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7056547678696136958.post-5676594184326393731</id><published>2008-12-03T13:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T14:39:06.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wandering aimlessly</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;torn. confused. upset. abused.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;she lied to me. told me she loved me when she really loved someone else so much more that there was no room for me. and there never would be. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;she told me the truth. told me she wasn't ready. that she wasn't sure if i was what she wanted. that she really loved someone else so much more, that she wasn't sure there would be any room left for me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;he lied to me. told me he loved me when he didnt even know what love was. wasnt sure how to give it. completely ignorant on how to receive it. he never told me that he'd given almost all he had to give to her and there would be none left for me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;he told me the truth. he loved me and he proved it a million times over every single day. when i asked, he answered. i understood him. and he understood me. he told me that he'd given a lot of what he'd had to her ... but he knew in his heart that there would be enough left for me ... that is, when the time came.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;dark alleys, wide streets, rain drops, rover jeeps ... im wandering ... aimlessly ... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;strutting down dark alleys&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;running down wide streets&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;pretending my tears are really just rain drops&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;waiting to be run over by the next rover jeep&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div 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aimlessly'/><author><name>PhReSh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00391470017541167121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rjwvKGBp58s/R1bSq9uKejI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c_Fv2cOxmPU/S220/Picture+208.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7056547678696136958.post-99792211233502397</id><published>2008-12-02T23:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T23:53:32.385-08:00</updated><title type='text'>someday: the occurence of cessation</title><content type='html'>so i quit smoking cigarettes. i didnt even know that id quit. i have a whole pack sitting right here looking at me. no, they're not talking to me. my cigarettes have never talked to me. i talk to them, but its always a one way conversation. they never respond to me when i speak. whatever. anyways, yeah. i woke up yesterday and realized i hadn't had a cigarette in days. didnt want one either. dont feel the need or the urge. the scent is too strong for some reason now. smells like if i pulled a newport right now it'd rip my throat out from my tonsils all the way down my damn espohagus. i guess i should be more excited about it or something. considering i wasnt even trying though makes this sort of a non-goal. everybody says they're gonna quit ... &lt;em&gt;someday&lt;/em&gt;. im one of those people. thats what i told people when they asked me about quitting. someday. i guess today is my someday. im happy for my mouth lol. really. i always figured that if i ended up with some gnarly mouth or throat cancer giving head would be a hard task ... and id be very upset if the womans body was no longer an option for dinner ... seriously. so yeah, yay me. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7056547678696136958-99792211233502397?l=thephreshone.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rjwvKGBp58s/R1bSq9uKejI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c_Fv2cOxmPU/S220/Picture+208.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7056547678696136958.post-2430887059053685538</id><published>2008-12-02T23:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T22:04:59.265-08:00</updated><title type='text'>if i let her steal my heart ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;if i let her steal my heart&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i am positive that it will never beat again&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;never will it feel another sensation&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;push another ounce of blood through my vessel&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;surely, it will die&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i can't let her steal my heart&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;even an attempt could cause total shock&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ill go into cardiac arrest&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;because sooner than later, she will shoot me in my chest&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;knowing that i dont wear a vest&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and down ill go&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;like the geese that soar north when the seasons change&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;only to realize they went the wrong way&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and are now in the hunters shooting range&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i wont let her have my heart&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;no way&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and its not up for sale&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i just know that if she steals my heart&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;she will break it&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;for me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;will go stale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7056547678696136958-2430887059053685538?l=thephreshone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thephreshone.blogspot.com/feeds/2430887059053685538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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