<?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-3267632262153393043</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:18:28.786-07:00</updated><category term='poetry'/><category term='random mind spurts.'/><category term='poems'/><title type='text'>jolly rancher</title><subtitle type='html'>i was really bored in yearbook one day.
so, while gazing out the window, i remembered 
Clark had a blog too(stalltalk.blogspot.com).
so, with all this in consideration, i decided
i wanted one too. so, i made one. end of story.
this is mostly a place for me to ramble and post
my poems, which can't really be done on myspace.
so i hope ya'll enjoy!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bathtubtalk.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3267632262153393043/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bathtubtalk.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>liz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06099617343161730910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e123/pinkshoez17/love_is_blind_by_gardenofgloom.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3267632262153393043.post-8773543011253936018</id><published>2007-05-04T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T13:55:57.123-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>dead</title><content type='html'>a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;givin by my best friend&lt;br /&gt;im fallin apart&lt;br /&gt;my life has come to an end&lt;br /&gt;please forgive me i just cant go on&lt;br /&gt;tears are what i see&lt;br /&gt;with the commin of dawn&lt;br /&gt;the sun comes out&lt;br /&gt;i start to cry&lt;br /&gt;i want to shout&lt;br /&gt;i want to die&lt;br /&gt;you killed my soul&lt;br /&gt;with a jagged knife&lt;br /&gt;dug my hole&lt;br /&gt;and took away my life&lt;br /&gt;the last i seey&lt;br /&gt;our stunning face&lt;br /&gt;we will never be&lt;br /&gt;so amoung the dead i take my place&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3267632262153393043-8773543011253936018?l=bathtubtalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bathtubtalk.blogspot.com/feeds/8773543011253936018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3267632262153393043&amp;postID=8773543011253936018' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3267632262153393043/posts/default/8773543011253936018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3267632262153393043/posts/default/8773543011253936018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bathtubtalk.blogspot.com/2007/05/dead.html' title='dead'/><author><name>liz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06099617343161730910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e123/pinkshoez17/love_is_blind_by_gardenofgloom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3267632262153393043.post-2846468291123251498</id><published>2007-02-23T18:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T18:50:01.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'>so...</title><content type='html'>yeah. my friday night's are always pretty boring.&lt;br /&gt;i need a life. haha. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;but yeah. today really sucked.&lt;br /&gt;i totally wipped out in my 1st perioud class, and now mu knee's all screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;thats gonna be joyous for volleyball on monday.&lt;br /&gt;ha, well i have a party to go to tomorrow night, and i plan to chill sunday.&lt;br /&gt;thats about it.&lt;br /&gt;check out the myspace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/vballliz"&gt;www.myspace.com/vballliz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3267632262153393043-2846468291123251498?l=bathtubtalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bathtubtalk.blogspot.com/feeds/2846468291123251498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3267632262153393043&amp;postID=2846468291123251498' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3267632262153393043/posts/default/2846468291123251498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3267632262153393043/posts/default/2846468291123251498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bathtubtalk.blogspot.com/2007/02/so.html' title='so...'/><author><name>liz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06099617343161730910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e123/pinkshoez17/love_is_blind_by_gardenofgloom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3267632262153393043.post-5792903756987961764</id><published>2007-02-23T18:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T18:45:52.193-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>untitled. by: liz cross</title><content type='html'>you make me feel out of my element, like im walking on broken glass.&lt;br /&gt;everytime you speak my name, my world stops.&lt;br /&gt;all i really want is you to hold me in your arms.&lt;br /&gt;i miss you, miss you so bad.&lt;br /&gt;you're always on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;you're all i can ever think about.&lt;br /&gt;i wish that i could see you again, but i know that i cant.&lt;br /&gt;all i wanna do is hold you.&lt;br /&gt;touch you.&lt;br /&gt;feel you.&lt;br /&gt;all night, always.&lt;br /&gt;your voice was the soundtrack of my summer.&lt;br /&gt;you're the only thing holding me back.&lt;br /&gt;i count down the days until i see you again.&lt;br /&gt;i miss your laugh and your smile, and the way you always knew what to say.&lt;br /&gt;you're the one i wanna be with.&lt;br /&gt;i thought i would be able to resist you, but i only ended up in love with you.&lt;br /&gt;you've got a kind of magic in your fingertips that leaks out all over my skin.&lt;br /&gt;all i see is your face and all i need is your touch.&lt;br /&gt;is it really you or my innocence that i miss so much?&lt;br /&gt;at night i lie awake wondering if im on your mind, if you even think about me at all.&lt;br /&gt;visions in my mind of the day that we met.&lt;br /&gt;you showed me things that i'd never forget.&lt;br /&gt;you had my head up in the clouds and made me feel like i was floating.&lt;br /&gt;it's like ive spent forever searching, but with you it feels like i am finally home.&lt;br /&gt;you manadged to disarm me, and now i surrender my everything to you.&lt;br /&gt;you stole my heart before i could say no.&lt;br /&gt;you leave me speechless when you speak to me.&lt;br /&gt;and you leave me breathless the way you look at me.&lt;br /&gt;i'd run a million miles just to hear you say my name.&lt;br /&gt;i'd do anything to get one more day with you, just to be in your arms.&lt;br /&gt;i dont think you'll ever truley know how much i've fallen for you.&lt;br /&gt;with the planets all out of line when you looked into my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;and just like that, the chemicals react.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3267632262153393043-5792903756987961764?l=bathtubtalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bathtubtalk.blogspot.com/feeds/5792903756987961764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3267632262153393043&amp;postID=5792903756987961764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3267632262153393043/posts/default/5792903756987961764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3267632262153393043/posts/default/5792903756987961764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bathtubtalk.blogspot.com/2007/02/untitled-by-liz-cross.html' title='untitled. by: liz cross'/><author><name>liz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06099617343161730910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e123/pinkshoez17/love_is_blind_by_gardenofgloom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3267632262153393043.post-7610780501758038328</id><published>2007-02-21T13:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T13:22:34.889-08:00</updated><title type='text'>one last time. by: liz cross</title><content type='html'>i lie in bed at night thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;tosing and turning, wishing you were here&lt;br /&gt;my mind floods with the images of your face&lt;br /&gt;my only wish is to be with you&lt;br /&gt;to lie wrapped up in your arms one last time&lt;br /&gt;to look up into your eyes and see you smileing down&lt;br /&gt;then to hear you whisper "i love you"&lt;br /&gt;just one last time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3267632262153393043-7610780501758038328?l=bathtubtalk.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e123/pinkshoez17/love_is_blind_by_gardenofgloom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3267632262153393043.post-686065362604724768</id><published>2007-02-21T13:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T13:21:17.005-08:00</updated><title type='text'>surrender your love. by: liz cross</title><content type='html'>I recall falling madly in love with you&lt;br /&gt;Everytime you caught my eye my heart would pound.&lt;br /&gt;Begin to race so fast I could hardly breath.&lt;br /&gt;Gasping for air at the very sight of you.&lt;br /&gt;Lungs tight, stomach weak.&lt;br /&gt;You're everything I've ever wanted.&lt;br /&gt;Everything I would ever need.&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing left to lose, there's nothing left to prove.&lt;br /&gt;Just surrender your love, thats all you can do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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cross'/><author><name>liz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06099617343161730910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e123/pinkshoez17/love_is_blind_by_gardenofgloom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3267632262153393043.post-5154419531588599556</id><published>2007-02-21T11:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T11:32:38.769-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random mind spurts.'/><title type='text'>howdy ya'll!</title><content type='html'>hey guys!&lt;br /&gt;this is like my first blog (aside from myspace) ever.&lt;br /&gt;as of right now, im in yearbook class and not doing anything.&lt;br /&gt;ok. so im a pretty cool person.&lt;br /&gt;once you get to know me, im pretty outgoing and funny.&lt;br /&gt;i have many friends, but only few close ones.&lt;br /&gt;i'm 5'9" and play volleyball.&lt;br /&gt;it's my total passion and obsession.&lt;br /&gt;nothing comes close.&lt;br /&gt;rebecca says hi.&lt;br /&gt;my school officially sux.&lt;br /&gt;i really dont enjoy going here.&lt;br /&gt;umm, well yeah. i guess thats it for now.&lt;br /&gt;if anyone wants to check out my myspace it's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/vballliz"&gt;www.myspace.com/vballliz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3267632262153393043-5154419531588599556?l=bathtubtalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bathtubtalk.blogspot.com/feeds/5154419531588599556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3267632262153393043&amp;postID=5154419531588599556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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