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<?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:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' 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-6815177</id><updated>2024-03-08T01:41:55.596+03:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life In Simple Words</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torments.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815177/posts/default?alt=atom'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torments.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815177/posts/default?alt=atom&start-index=26&max-results=25'/><author><name>moggaless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17893396796621977287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>332</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815177.post-114702025204974925</id><published>2006-05-07T19:26:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T03:00:05.056+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="width: 267px; height: 202px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/48/136910159_994216c668_m.jpg" /> Sometimes my head goes numb! sometimes my head goes numb! For staring too long at the phone Hoping you would call Or even still just text But all I get is silence; Yes Silence. sometimes my head goes numb! when I refresh my inbox a 1000 times Hoping to find mail from you But all I get is an empty inbox; "O unread mails". sometimes my head goes numb! When I pass by your place hoping to catch a glimpse of you Hoping you might atleast say something But all I see are closed curtains; windows tightly shut. sometimes my head goes numb! when instead of listening to you I stare deep into your dark eyes Hoping you would see my longing But all I see is my own reflection; reflected back. But the more I try to move on, the more I try to let go The more I realize that my head has grown numb; Completely numb! cause am in Love with you! </div></content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torments.blogspot.com/feeds/114702025204974925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815177&postID=114702025204974925' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815177/posts/default/114702025204974925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815177/posts/default/114702025204974925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torments.blogspot.com/2006/05/sometimes-my-head-goes-numb-sometimes.html' title=''/><author><name>moggaless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17893396796621977287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815177.post-114563467776684423</id><published>2006-04-21T18:43:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T13:50:00.593+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'><div align="center"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/41/114668419_d3b17ecbfe_m.jpg" /> My thoughts wander To the depths of my head Fears creep into reality The unknown is what I find Searching for answers In a maze called life Distracted and deterred It pierces like a knife How do you venture Into the nightmares of truth The inevitable waits patiently With the ignorance of youth Amidst a sea of chaos Take a moment to pause Take time to reflect And focus on cause</div></content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torments.blogspot.com/feeds/114563467776684423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815177&postID=114563467776684423' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815177/posts/default/114563467776684423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815177/posts/default/114563467776684423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torments.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-thoughts-wander-to-depths-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>moggaless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17893396796621977287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815177.post-114442115624303665</id><published>2006-04-07T17:38:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T23:10:16.270+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'><div align="center"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/32/104189512_b61a4d2974.jpg" /> I did not cry, Not because I feel no loss, But maybe my tears had turned into blood that bleeds inside my heart. </div></content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torments.blogspot.com/feeds/114442115624303665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815177&postID=114442115624303665' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815177/posts/default/114442115624303665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815177/posts/default/114442115624303665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torments.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-did-not-cry-not-because-i-feel-no.html' title=''/><author><name>moggaless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17893396796621977287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815177.post-114442045879101210</id><published>2006-04-07T17:25:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T19:57:14.243+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'><div align="center"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/46/114668423_a065b8ba9f.jpg" /> Mine to you.. I would battle all of nature's wraths, Journey across perilous paths, Of a thousand miles and days. If only to see, Standing before me, A warm smile on your face. Jade Windchime </div></content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815177/posts/default/114442045879101210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815177/posts/default/114442045879101210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torments.blogspot.com/2006/04/mine-to-you.html' title=''/><author><name>moggaless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17893396796621977287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815177.post-114278329691590118</id><published>2006-03-19T18:45:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T18:48:26.653+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/33/64785578_4347a21489_m.jpg" /> MUSIC FROM WITHIN.. Guitar chords reverberate Striking uniquely within Strumming my thoughts Becoming my friend The confessions resound The lies I have told Lost in the Music The pain that I hold My passion can echoe Plays it so well Captures my air What each note can tell</div></content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torments.blogspot.com/feeds/114278329691590118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815177&postID=114278329691590118' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815177/posts/default/114278329691590118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815177/posts/default/114278329691590118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torments.blogspot.com/2006/03/music-from-within.html' title=''/><author><name>moggaless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17893396796621977287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815177.post-114088640710585987</id><published>2006-02-25T19:46:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T19:53:42.623+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/33/59390816_8aa202fa93_m.jpg" /> You.... You came in running for the bus Dripping wet and soaked with rain, Somewhere inside I felt a pain – You stole my heart away. Every morning you’d be there Pausing just to pay your fare, I wanted you to see me there – You stole my mind away. Nighttime would come; I’d lie awake Rehearsing all the moves I’d make, But you’d walk by and I would shake – You stole my dreams away. You scared me once; you weren’t on time You didn’t come ‘til half past nine, It made me sick, but you were fine – You stole my fear away. I wanted you just once to smile Shake my hand and stay a while, But you only came to save a mile – You stole my laugh away. Then he came; I almost died You kissed him twice when you Goodbye’d, I hated him; I cried and cried – You stole my tears away. I loved your shadow; you weren’t there You never saw when I would stare, I wish you knew, that you would care – You stole my life away. I still think of you, and dream of you Sometimes I wonder how you do, But I can’t blame you for what I went through – I guess I gave it all away.</div></content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torments.blogspot.com/feeds/114088640710585987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815177&postID=114088640710585987' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815177/posts/default/114088640710585987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815177/posts/default/114088640710585987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torments.blogspot.com/2006/02/you.html' title=''/><author><name>moggaless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17893396796621977287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815177.post-113906688446323360</id><published>2006-02-04T18:23:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T18:28:13.386+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="font-weight: bold;" src="http://static.flickr.com/41/79768482_ca5c8ce630.jpg" /> The bargain store.. </div> My life is likened to a bargain store and I may have just what you're looking for If you don't mind the fact that all the merchandise is used With a little mending it could be as good as new Why you take for instance this old broken heart If you will just replace the missing part You would be surprised to find how good it really is Take it and you never will be sorry that you did The bargain store is open come inside you can easily afford the price Love is all you need to purchase all the merchandise And I can guarantee you'll be completely satisfied Take these old used mem'ries from the past And these broken dreams and plans that didn't last I'll trade them for the future I can't use them anymore I've wasted love but I still have some more The bargain store is open... My life is likened to a bargain store... The bargain store is open come inside the bargain store is open come inside</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torments.blogspot.com/feeds/113906688446323360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815177&postID=113906688446323360' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815177/posts/default/113906688446323360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815177/posts/default/113906688446323360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torments.blogspot.com/2006/02/bargain-store.html' title=''/><author><name>moggaless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17893396796621977287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815177.post-113906660365599075</id><published>2006-02-04T18:22:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T18:23:26.236+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/24/92196011_daf3b1d388.jpg" /> LIKE... like the previous this wave too shall pass leaving the shore sand richer</div></content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torments.blogspot.com/feeds/113906660365599075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815177&postID=113906660365599075' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815177/posts/default/113906660365599075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815177/posts/default/113906660365599075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torments.blogspot.com/2006/02/like.html' title=''/><author><name>moggaless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17893396796621977287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815177.post-113846155718239944</id><published>2006-01-28T18:14:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T18:19:17.293+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/41/84420270_5630191be4_m.jpg" /> "I Miss You" </div> <div style="text-align: center;">Just to hear your voice, even for one moment Means so much more than you will ever know Somehow I can touch you through the void of space And everything else just falls away When you say I miss you.</div></content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torments.blogspot.com/feeds/113846155718239944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815177&postID=113846155718239944' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815177/posts/default/113846155718239944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815177/posts/default/113846155718239944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torments.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-miss-you-just-to-hear-your-voice_28.html' title=''/><author><name>moggaless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17893396796621977287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815177.post-113682685455659542</id><published>2006-01-09T20:09:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T20:14:14.836+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>pictures <img src="http://static.flickr.com/25/59731611_31dd249a3a.jpg"> <img src="http://static.flickr.com/15/22089811_9f020f9ee8.jpg"></content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torments.blogspot.com/feeds/113682685455659542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815177&postID=113682685455659542' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815177/posts/default/113682685455659542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815177/posts/default/113682685455659542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torments.blogspot.com/2006/01/pictures.html' title=''/><author><name>moggaless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17893396796621977287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815177.post-113605041079890369</id><published>2005-12-31T19:47:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T18:58:03.813+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/42/79768478_856912c11a.jpg" /> 'LITTLE BIRDS SIT ON YOUR SHOULDERS' Little birds sit on your shoulders, All pure and white. Little birds sit on your shoulders, All lovely bright. Men and times of evil, Nothing more is right, Little birds sit on your shoulders, And sing me through the night</div></content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torments.blogspot.com/feeds/113605041079890369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815177&postID=113605041079890369' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815177/posts/default/113605041079890369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815177/posts/default/113605041079890369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torments.blogspot.com/2005/12/little-birds-sit-on-your-shoulders.html' title=''/><author><name>moggaless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17893396796621977287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815177.post-113587340234274215</id><published>2005-12-29T18:40:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T19:23:22.566+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'><div align="center"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/18/69699467_90cf496950_m.jpg" /> FOR THE QUIET ONES.. For the quiet ones The ones in the back of the classroom Quietly gettting on with their work Following behind their friends The last one picked in P.E For the quiet ones Who doesn't question Who doesn't ask For the quiet ones The ones with secrets And silent ambitions Whose touch isn't harsh For the quiet ones Who don't get asked Who don't get loved Pushed to the back Drowning in the crowd The ones who drink alone And store the bottles in their mind The ones who cut Just to punish themselves The ones who eat Just because they're lonely The nice ones Who are anti social And are ignored The thing is The quiet ones Are not always quiet And outcasts Sometimes They can be so loud But so quiet at the same time Sometimes They can be the most popular But feel so alone all at the same time Wherever you're quiet or not This is for them To tell them They're not Alone </div></content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torments.blogspot.com/feeds/113587340234274215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815177&postID=113587340234274215' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815177/posts/default/113587340234274215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815177/posts/default/113587340234274215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torments.blogspot.com/2005/12/for-quiet-ones.html' title=''/><author><name>moggaless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17893396796621977287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815177.post-113561509751479455</id><published>2005-12-26T19:25:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T19:38:17.526+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'><div align="center">Season Greettings To all bloggers, I know its late to be doing this, but just want to wish each and every person that visits this blog a merry Christmas and above a new year full of great fortune, favour, blessings and above all lots of love. From Lifemoments</div></content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torments.blogspot.com/feeds/113561509751479455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815177&postID=113561509751479455' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815177/posts/default/113561509751479455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815177/posts/default/113561509751479455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torments.blogspot.com/2005/12/season-greettings-to-all-bloggers-i.html' title=''/><author><name>moggaless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17893396796621977287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815177.post-113448737587771027</id><published>2005-12-13T18:21:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T19:51:40.336+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'><div align="center"><img height="443" src="http://static.flickr.com/26/59390820_c02bcef97f.jpg" width="277" /> Every breeze that blows brings your scent to me; Every bird that sings calls out your name to me; Every dream that appears brings your face to me; Every glance at your face has left its trace with me. I am yours, I am yours, whether near or far; Your grief is mine, all mine, wherever you are. </div></content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torments.blogspot.com/feeds/113448737587771027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815177&postID=113448737587771027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815177/posts/default/113448737587771027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815177/posts/default/113448737587771027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torments.blogspot.com/2005/12/every-breeze-that-blows-brings-your.html' title=''/><author><name>moggaless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17893396796621977287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815177.post-113440549011279918</id><published>2005-12-12T19:25:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T19:38:10.160+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'><div align="center"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/24/64806163_5b8d2c82cb_m.jpg" /> The aftermath You don’t know it yet, But in a few weeks, You’ll be telling me, We’re better off, Just being friends. And I’ll stare at the ground, And half-heartedly agree, And then shortly thereafter, We will stop being friends. That is how it works. Makes a liar, Out of both of us. </div></content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torments.blogspot.com/feeds/113440549011279918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815177&postID=113440549011279918' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815177/posts/default/113440549011279918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815177/posts/default/113440549011279918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torments.blogspot.com/2005/12/aftermath-you-dont-know-it-yet-but-in.html' title=''/><author><name>moggaless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17893396796621977287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815177.post-113257679524225387</id><published>2005-11-21T15:31:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T15:39:56.066+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/24/65475720_4732699bae_m.jpg" /> </div> <div style="text-align: center;">Finally yours.. </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> Greek goddess that you are I am captured, enraptured by the sultry soul that elicits from your eyes. I trace each plain of your face your cheekbones the cleft of your chin I am possessed and perplexed by the need to discover you over and over again. I could watch you move through a crowd across a room from here until eternity and never tire of the almost snake-like jut and thrust of your hips I am ensorcelled by your nearly mythical physical beauty and your voice calls up emotion I buried long ago. Your heat thaws me your lifebeat is my muse you hold me close and I awaken at last, at last, relief, breath, hope, light is mine and I am yours. ........</div></content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torments.blogspot.com/feeds/113257679524225387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815177&postID=113257679524225387' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815177/posts/default/113257679524225387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815177/posts/default/113257679524225387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torments.blogspot.com/2005/11/finally-yours.html' title=''/><author><name>moggaless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17893396796621977287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815177.post-113241971132387267</id><published>2005-11-19T18:59:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T18:22:51.173+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'><div style="text-align: center;">The idea to write this came from a Song I heard hope you like it... <span class="" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyCenter" title="Align Center" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 11);ButtonMouseDown(this);"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/2/3312401_5ed8ba8a64.jpg" /> </div> <div style="text-align: center;">EVERYTIME.... </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> Everytime I’m up late I have to work early. Everytime I wake up I’m bleary eyed and surly. Everytime I start early I sleep through my alarm. Everytime I sleep in my boss is immune to my charm. Everytime I read a book I get a paper cut. Everytime I have exams I study the wrong books. Everytime I burp in public I get dirty looks. Everytime I write poems I run out of inspiration. Everytime I catch the train I’m late to the station. Everytime I handle my pet snake I get bitten. Everytime I try to write I get nothing written. Everytime I use my ‘puter spyware fills it up with porn And cleaning out the hard drive can keep me up ‘til dawn. Everytime I hang out my washing someone steals it. Everytime I bite an orange I forget to peel it. Everytime I shave I forget to do my knees. Everytime I astral travel I forget my keys. Everytime I bake a cake I forget the yeast. Everytime I try to haggle I get truly fleeced. Evertime I make a joke no one understands Everytime I order veggie pizza it arrives with ham. From the ham tree?</div></content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torments.blogspot.com/feeds/113241971132387267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815177&postID=113241971132387267' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815177/posts/default/113241971132387267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815177/posts/default/113241971132387267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torments.blogspot.com/2005/11/idea-to-write-this-came-from-song-i.html' title=''/><author><name>moggaless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17893396796621977287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815177.post-113241004267659438</id><published>2005-11-19T17:16:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T17:20:42.690+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="width: 197px; height: 262px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/9/12122346_cbefdc54de_m.jpg" /> AS.... As my mind tires more and more With each new passing day, Trying to make since of what I am doing, Where I am going. Am I trapped in the horrors of my own mind ? Driven by some unknown force? A pause in time, I slow in pace. A past goes flying by, the truth that I hid. Hiding from who I was. Struggling with who I am, tyring to survive. Trying to live, to love Dreaming of when and why, asking the endless questions Knowing not knowing Trudging along trying to find me. lost and afloat somewhere unknown asking who am I?</div></content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torments.blogspot.com/feeds/113241004267659438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815177&postID=113241004267659438' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815177/posts/default/113241004267659438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815177/posts/default/113241004267659438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torments.blogspot.com/2005/11/as.html' title=''/><author><name>moggaless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17893396796621977287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815177.post-113172932991461167</id><published>2005-11-11T19:58:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T20:15:49.836+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/8/12122810_524feedbb0_m.jpg" /> MY MUSIC You are my flute The instrument of my soul Placing my lips on the mouth hole I tune you knowing there is no need The music we make together is already perfect</div></content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torments.blogspot.com/feeds/113172932991461167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815177&postID=113172932991461167' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815177/posts/default/113172932991461167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815177/posts/default/113172932991461167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torments.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-music-you-are-my-flute-instrument.html' title=''/><author><name>moggaless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17893396796621977287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815177.post-113112093228229977</id><published>2005-11-04T18:53:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T19:15:32.350+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its that time of the year when we get to post something from Oscar wilde, I hope this years choice will be appreciated. Its one of my favourites and I hope you enjoy reading it just like I did. <div style="text-align: center;"><img style="width: 292px; height: 390px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/32/59391898_54acae21d4.jpg" /> </div> <div style="text-align: center;">THE ARTIST One evening there came into his soul the desire to fashion an image of The Pleasure that abideth for a Moment. And he went forth into the world to look for bronze. For he could only think in bronze. But all the bronze of the whole world had disappeared, nor anywhere in the whole world was there any bronze to be found, save only the bronze of the image of The Sorrow that endureth for Ever. Now this image he had himself, and with his own hands, fashioned, and had set it on the tomb of the one thing he had loved in life. On the tomb of the dead thing he had most loved had he set this image of his own fashioning, that it might serve as a sign of the love of man that dieth not, and a symbol of the sorrow of man that endureth for ever. And in the whole world there was no other bronze save the bronze of this image. And he took the image he had fashioned, and set it in a great furnace, and gave it to the fire. And out of the bronze of the image of The Sorrow that endureth for Ever he fashioned an image of The Pleasure that abideth for a Moment.</div></content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torments.blogspot.com/feeds/113112093228229977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815177&postID=113112093228229977' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815177/posts/default/113112093228229977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815177/posts/default/113112093228229977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torments.blogspot.com/2005/11/its-that-time-of-year-when-we-get-to.html' title=''/><author><name>moggaless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17893396796621977287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815177.post-113060180979436161</id><published>2005-10-29T18:57:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T19:03:29.806+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="font-weight: bold;" src="http://static.flickr.com/27/57191507_c94d1c6e5c_o.jpg" /> I BLAME.... I blame you for this. It’s clearly your fault. With your piercing black eyes And your lopsided grin And your sexy black hair And your tall, slim frame And those stupid jeans… …Which fits in all the right places. Sitting here, I think back to the first time I saw you. Five weeks and two days ago (but who’s counting?). And every day on the elevator, I’d stare at your back, Trying to work up the courage to say something. I did once, remember? I asked what floor you wanted And you told me the fifth And my heart started racing And I nearly passed out And I smiled the rest of the week… …Simply because I’d heard your voice. Imagine my shock when I saw you at the coffee house. I didn’t know what to do; how was I to proceed? Immediately to hide between the Arabian Mocha Java and the Yukon Blend, as it turned out (I wasn’t even there for coffee). It didn’t work, you saw me anyway. And to my horror you started up a conversation And to my astonishment, I actually responded And somehow you made me feel comfortable And I thought I was dreaming when you asked me out… …So of course, I said yes. So, here we are now, in a restaurant, on a date. I don’t understand what’s happening to me, why I’m actually talking. I’m so nervous, I don’t even know if I’m being coherent, what with this stupid inner-monologue running through my head. I thought I’d accepted how socially inept I am And I’d resigned myself to never meeting anyone And I was OK with that And so I never expected you to talk to me And I never expected you to smile and laugh at my lame jokes… …Which confuses me to no end. Because I’ve really never felt this way before And I don’t know what to expect next And it scares me that I can’t predict anything And I feel like everyone’s staring, and that my world’s caving in And I blame you entirely for this… …For making me so damn happy.</div></content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torments.blogspot.com/feeds/113060180979436161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815177&postID=113060180979436161' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815177/posts/default/113060180979436161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815177/posts/default/113060180979436161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torments.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-blame.html' title=''/><author><name>moggaless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17893396796621977287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815177.post-113008362363820110</id><published>2005-10-23T18:54:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T19:17:03.920+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/12/19047975_fc12069d0e_m.jpg" /> Nine Million Bicycles There are nine million bicycles in Beijing That's a fact It's a thing we can't deny Like the fact that I will love you till I die We are twelve billion light years from the edge That's a guess No-one can ever say it's true But I know that I will always be with you I'm warmed by the fire of your love everyday So don't call me a liar Just believe everything that I say There are six billion people in the world More or less And it makes me feel quite small But you're the one I love the most of all We're high on the wire With the world in our sight And I'll never tire Of the love that you give me every night There are nine million bicycles in Beijing That's a fact It's a thing we can't deny Like the fact that I will love you till I die And there are nine million bicycles in Beijing And you know that I will love you till I die Katie Melua</div></content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torments.blogspot.com/feeds/113008362363820110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815177&postID=113008362363820110' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815177/posts/default/113008362363820110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815177/posts/default/113008362363820110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torments.blogspot.com/2005/10/nine-million-bicycles-there-are-nine.html' title=''/><author><name>moggaless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17893396796621977287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815177.post-112886590302863675</id><published>2005-10-12T16:47:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T16:51:43.030+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="width: 415px; height: 313px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/22/30584534_9ae0506874.jpg" /> A POEM... Write a poem, please just one more Before you leave for distant shores My heart feels like a lead balloon My mind dizzy as if to swoon Walls close in on me Let your couplets set me free Write me a poem to lift my spirits My heart knows no outer limits Take me places only imagined Cure my mood heavy and sanguine Let your rhyme give me life Take away my heartache and strife Let your words give me hope When times are tough and I cannot cope Promise me everything will be alright When my heart is silenced by your knife Let’s walk together hand in hand Take me to the promise land Let your poetry transform my soul Lift me from this deep dark hole Your words, an aphrodisiac to cleanse My past transgressions and willful sins Pour forth your grace for fools like me Read one more poem before you leave </div></content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torments.blogspot.com/feeds/112886590302863675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815177&postID=112886590302863675' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815177/posts/default/112886590302863675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815177/posts/default/112886590302863675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torments.blogspot.com/2005/10/poem.html' title=''/><author><name>moggaless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17893396796621977287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815177.post-111451278408987570</id><published>2005-10-09T13:51:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T16:47:32.913+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'><div style="text-align: center;">Translated from Sorani Kurdish and adopted to English language by Dr Rebwar Fatah <img src="http://static.flickr.com/28/35530755_33f6e7536c_m.jpg" /> Desire Poem By Abdullah Goran There was a time when the world of my soul was dark and empty Even the sunshine in my soul was cold In the sky of my hopes, the stars – Thousands of bright and beautiful king-stars: Were submerged in a dark and black sea; And were engaged with death, just like broken flowers There was a time when the gardens of my life were without music The nests of my nightingales were without songs Neither my dreams were dreams nor my thoughts made much sense My feelings were just like a disturbed ocean under heavy waves My sole was without strength; I was sad and depressed My hopes were dark; the death of my love was hidden in the coffin of life I was hopeless; I thought that a fatal disease Is bringing the gift of death once and forever I thought, I have to wait until careless nature Encourages beasts of graves to make a meal of me But my love, sweet love and my stunning lady With your rosy lips and dark black eyes With your tall-figure, so supple and attractive With your sweet walks, graceful movements, and melodious voice With all these exquisiteness in the beauty of heavens With all the magnificence that is in you From the first day that I saw the magic of your smiles The nightingales of my soul began to sing The spring of my youth now flows once more The gardens of my life are filled with flowers Now, at least your magic would occasionally be my melodies – my sweet lady I vow to you, vow to attraction and vow to beauty All my senses will go back to what they once were The bright red blood flows through my veins The dark horizon of my sky will dawn It is passed! I would never get old or my heart die Or my bright happiness would ever be spoiled Now my love, my goddess, my Venus Don’t permit the nightingale of my poetry to stop singing Note: Only selected verses have been translated.</div></content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torments.blogspot.com/feeds/111451278408987570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815177&postID=111451278408987570' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815177/posts/default/111451278408987570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815177/posts/default/111451278408987570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torments.blogspot.com/2005/10/translated-from-sorani-kurdish-and.html' title=''/><author><name>moggaless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17893396796621977287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815177.post-112878107599952467</id><published>2005-10-08T17:15:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T17:17:56.006+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/26/48310005_b298417eb0.jpg" /> A Life Of Sorrow And Dispare Looking up at grey skies, reflects upon this grey life. That like the wind has no cause, or course to an end of lies. The endless dark of night, that plays the heart to die. And leaves you with that sorrow, that you know would never die. Looking out the shattered window, of a soul that has surrendered, to the blackness of a never, dawning day. Knowing that with each new day, that night will always stay, the only thing thats left to do, is live in sorrow every day. For you have played that fiddle, of love for way to long. For so long it seems that all i know, is this love of ours is wrong. I know not how it happened, or when the night had come. But i know my life's been shattered, by knowing you for so long. I hate you in the morning, for all the things you've done. And at night i feel the sorrow, of a life thats long passed on. You came into my lonely life, to play on all my thoughts. I loved you like no other, but know that that was wrong. My life had always been my own, now not any more. I wish that i had never seen, you standing at my door. ~ From: "A Walk to Remember" ~ </div></content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torments.blogspot.com/feeds/112878107599952467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815177&postID=112878107599952467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815177/posts/default/112878107599952467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815177/posts/default/112878107599952467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torments.blogspot.com/2005/10/life-of-sorrow-and-dispare-looking-up.html' title=''/><author><name>moggaless</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17893396796621977287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>

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