<?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-6380118137068493837</id><updated>2011-07-30T14:22:55.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brown Journal Entries</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownjournalentries.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6380118137068493837/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownjournalentries.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Skyy Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16296474004298304538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xNGZqd1YCdc/TIPWpg7aHFI/AAAAAAAAAG4/-U0yFpro-I0/S220/reflection.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6380118137068493837.post-8935637574931050333</id><published>2010-08-30T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T10:32:38.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tragic Comedy</title><content type='html'>Shaking from side to side&lt;div&gt;Trying to decide&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The best alternative &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To living a lie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thumbing through flickering memories&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Needing a sense of clarity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jumping head first into the tragedy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Living like there's no gravity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6380118137068493837-8935637574931050333?l=brownjournalentries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownjournalentries.blogspot.com/feeds/8935637574931050333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brownjournalentries.blogspot.com/2010/08/tragic-comedy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6380118137068493837/posts/default/8935637574931050333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6380118137068493837/posts/default/8935637574931050333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownjournalentries.blogspot.com/2010/08/tragic-comedy.html' title='Tragic Comedy'/><author><name>Skyy Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16296474004298304538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xNGZqd1YCdc/TIPWpg7aHFI/AAAAAAAAAG4/-U0yFpro-I0/S220/reflection.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6380118137068493837.post-7043125413867693116</id><published>2010-08-30T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T10:27:27.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From Stone to Stone</title><content type='html'>Sinking from the inside out&lt;div&gt;Fighting 'till the sun goes out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Criss-crossing from stone to stone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sitting beside myself undone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6380118137068493837-7043125413867693116?l=brownjournalentries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownjournalentries.blogspot.com/feeds/7043125413867693116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brownjournalentries.blogspot.com/2010/08/from-stone-to-stone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6380118137068493837/posts/default/7043125413867693116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6380118137068493837/posts/default/7043125413867693116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownjournalentries.blogspot.com/2010/08/from-stone-to-stone.html' title='From Stone to Stone'/><author><name>Skyy Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16296474004298304538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xNGZqd1YCdc/TIPWpg7aHFI/AAAAAAAAAG4/-U0yFpro-I0/S220/reflection.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6380118137068493837.post-6550902073685534635</id><published>2010-06-25T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T20:55:03.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Moment I Said It</title><content type='html'>Swirling colors of opal&lt;br /&gt;Fill the canvas of you &amp;amp; me: of us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We come with our hearts undressed&lt;br /&gt;Lips locked tight&lt;br /&gt;Fighting for breath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take my breath away&lt;br /&gt;Leave me dancing on the floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the heart off your sleeve&lt;br /&gt;I'll take off my inhibition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take my heart&lt;br /&gt;I come apart in your hands&lt;br /&gt;I melt in your arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your lips are all I need&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes are all I see&lt;br /&gt;When I close mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How the memory of you leaves me wanting&lt;br /&gt;You leave me wanting everything I believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe I'm in love with you:&lt;br /&gt;I am in love with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="author"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Poet:&lt;/b&gt; Skyy Allen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6380118137068493837-6550902073685534635?l=brownjournalentries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownjournalentries.blogspot.com/feeds/6550902073685534635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xNGZqd1YCdc/TIPWpg7aHFI/AAAAAAAAAG4/-U0yFpro-I0/S220/reflection.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6380118137068493837.post-1076920350092660007</id><published>2010-06-25T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T20:51:47.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aquamarine</title><content type='html'>Aquamarine I've seen the sea~&lt;br /&gt;I've seen the me that used to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing at the oceans shore~&lt;br /&gt;Afraid to re-open the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquamarine~&lt;br /&gt;I've seen what the rain has to bring&lt;br /&gt;The one true king who reigns on high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've asked the dove to bring him my prayers~&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to tear away from old habits,&lt;br /&gt;But you ordered me to conquer my fears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquamarine~&lt;br /&gt;I pin all my hopes &amp;amp; dreams on you.&lt;br /&gt;I need to take the time to realize the magnitude of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes cry for something true~&lt;br /&gt;My tears reveal pools of mirrors&lt;br /&gt;Reflecting me; reflecting you .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquamarine~&lt;br /&gt;I dream in blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You appeared to me in a pillar of smoke~&lt;br /&gt;I scream my prayers into my cloak .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams flow into the sea~&lt;br /&gt;Back to you, Aquamarine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="author"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Poet:&lt;/b&gt; Skyy Allen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6380118137068493837-1076920350092660007?l=brownjournalentries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownjournalentries.blogspot.com/feeds/1076920350092660007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brownjournalentries.blogspot.com/2010/06/aquamarine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6380118137068493837/posts/default/1076920350092660007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6380118137068493837/posts/default/1076920350092660007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownjournalentries.blogspot.com/2010/06/aquamarine.html' title='Aquamarine'/><author><name>Skyy Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16296474004298304538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xNGZqd1YCdc/TIPWpg7aHFI/AAAAAAAAAG4/-U0yFpro-I0/S220/reflection.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6380118137068493837.post-4478902009718280547</id><published>2010-06-25T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T14:03:01.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Affair</title><content type='html'>Take your time, do it right&lt;br /&gt;Cry my name, hold on tight&lt;br /&gt;You can't deny it, this feels right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quit looking out the window&lt;br /&gt;Look into my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Scream louder&lt;br /&gt;I'll make you scream my name&lt;br /&gt;Lick ice-cream off your chest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sit still&lt;br /&gt;Let me be your windmill&lt;br /&gt;Do I make you feel uneasy: dirty, filthy, sleazy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can take it slow&lt;br /&gt;Play dress-up in the snow&lt;br /&gt;Between the sheets&lt;br /&gt;I'll leave a light on for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we talk we stalk each other&lt;br /&gt;With a penetrating gaze&lt;br /&gt;Wanting to be more than friends&lt;br /&gt;Needing something more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're near my fingers start to tingle&lt;br /&gt;With lovesick electricity&lt;br /&gt;Craving you like white chocolate&lt;br /&gt;Thirsting your touch like iced tea on a summers day&lt;br /&gt;Walking between the lines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chasing you like a jaguar&lt;br /&gt;Swinging from tree to tree&lt;br /&gt;I want you on your knees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me in your arms&lt;br /&gt;Let's take up arms&lt;br /&gt;Let's play a game&lt;br /&gt;You be the happily married man&lt;br /&gt;I'll be the Sunday school teacher&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for you to teach me a lesson&lt;br /&gt;In hypocrisy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="author"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Poet:&lt;/b&gt; Skyy Allen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6380118137068493837-4478902009718280547?l=brownjournalentries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownjournalentries.blogspot.com/feeds/4478902009718280547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brownjournalentries.blogspot.com/2010/06/love-affair.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6380118137068493837/posts/default/4478902009718280547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6380118137068493837/posts/default/4478902009718280547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownjournalentries.blogspot.com/2010/06/love-affair.html' title='Love Affair'/><author><name>Skyy Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16296474004298304538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xNGZqd1YCdc/TIPWpg7aHFI/AAAAAAAAAG4/-U0yFpro-I0/S220/reflection.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6380118137068493837.post-5992036890457141835</id><published>2010-06-23T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T10:01:57.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirk</title><content type='html'>Zigzag--&lt;br /&gt;Am I a fag&lt;br /&gt;Or just another queer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           A deer caught in the head-lines:&lt;br /&gt;           Afraid of the stigma of being labeled "gay."&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;br /&gt;I've tried to sift through all the lies&lt;br /&gt;Now it's time to open my eyes;&lt;br /&gt;It's time for me to be true to myself,&lt;br /&gt;I am a man &amp;amp; nothing more.&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;           A man with many demons&lt;br /&gt;           And a thousand &amp;amp; 1 insecurities:&lt;br /&gt;           Trying to rationalize what I can't deny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flip-flopping back &amp;amp; forth--&lt;br /&gt;Am I or aren't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           Feeling so confused--&lt;br /&gt;           My mind is clouded with thoughts abated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of having to defend;&lt;br /&gt;I'm weary of the prospect of being typecast:&lt;br /&gt;I am a man &amp;amp; nothing more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           Ticktock--&lt;br /&gt;           I am the abbreviation&lt;br /&gt;           Of 20 something consternation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headphones on&lt;br /&gt;Always having to be on;&lt;br /&gt;Pretending to be a man sure of himself:&lt;br /&gt;Obstinately performing in this merry-go-round of lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           Tightrope walking over a lake of fire&lt;br /&gt;           The warning is clear, the message is dire--&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;br /&gt;I am a fag, I am a queer&lt;br /&gt;I am a deer caught in the dead-lights&lt;br /&gt;Of living a life half-alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="author"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Poet:&lt;/b&gt; Skyy Allen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6380118137068493837-5992036890457141835?l=brownjournalentries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownjournalentries.blogspot.com/feeds/5992036890457141835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brownjournalentries.blogspot.com/2010/06/dirk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6380118137068493837/posts/default/5992036890457141835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6380118137068493837/posts/default/5992036890457141835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownjournalentries.blogspot.com/2010/06/dirk.html' title='Dirk'/><author><name>Skyy Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16296474004298304538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xNGZqd1YCdc/TIPWpg7aHFI/AAAAAAAAAG4/-U0yFpro-I0/S220/reflection.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6380118137068493837.post-7140445945662191371</id><published>2010-06-23T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T09:58:26.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Purple Flame</title><content type='html'>Riverborn--&lt;br /&gt;My heart was torn.&lt;br /&gt;Feel in love with a boy,&lt;br /&gt;Thought he was a toy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue with envy:&lt;br /&gt;I questioned myself,&lt;br /&gt;I surveyed every feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jealous &amp;amp; possessive--&lt;br /&gt;I desire an unending fire;&lt;br /&gt;A lover who can extinguish my violet flame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="author"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Poet:&lt;/b&gt; Skyy Allen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6380118137068493837-7140445945662191371?l=brownjournalentries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownjournalentries.blogspot.com/feeds/7140445945662191371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brownjournalentries.blogspot.com/2010/06/purple-flame.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6380118137068493837/posts/default/7140445945662191371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6380118137068493837/posts/default/7140445945662191371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownjournalentries.blogspot.com/2010/06/purple-flame.html' title='Purple Flame'/><author><name>Skyy Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16296474004298304538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xNGZqd1YCdc/TIPWpg7aHFI/AAAAAAAAAG4/-U0yFpro-I0/S220/reflection.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6380118137068493837.post-2895849904082628268</id><published>2010-06-23T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T09:56:02.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tether</title><content type='html'>Give me seconds, give me thirds&lt;br /&gt;Do I deserve what you've preserved?&lt;br /&gt;Lovesick, heartsick--kept chained inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Numb--tight lipped, captive to the fear&lt;br /&gt;Listening to the gears as they begin to turn&lt;br /&gt;Watching in dismay as everything starts to rust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must release myself &amp;amp; become one among the captives&lt;br /&gt;Love crippled, my heart's petrified of letting someone in&lt;br /&gt;Losing sleep--tossing &amp;amp; turning amongst the sheets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moonlit screams come piercing in--waking me from my dream&lt;br /&gt;Breaking every tether, drifting like a feather&lt;br /&gt;I smoother the 3 leaf clover, list I wish for another dreamboat lover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="author"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Poet:&lt;/b&gt; Skyy Allen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6380118137068493837-2895849904082628268?l=brownjournalentries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownjournalentries.blogspot.com/feeds/2895849904082628268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brownjournalentries.blogspot.com/2010/06/tether.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6380118137068493837/posts/default/2895849904082628268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6380118137068493837/posts/default/2895849904082628268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownjournalentries.blogspot.com/2010/06/tether.html' title='Tether'/><author><name>Skyy Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16296474004298304538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xNGZqd1YCdc/TIPWpg7aHFI/AAAAAAAAAG4/-U0yFpro-I0/S220/reflection.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6380118137068493837.post-1496271373034340607</id><published>2010-06-23T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T09:52:43.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coyote Fiction</title><content type='html'>Gushers pouring all around&lt;br /&gt;Beating drums come thundering 'round&lt;br /&gt;Stifled by a man I do not know--I've never seen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling a familiar feeling long since passed&lt;br /&gt;Forgetting where my journey is supposed to take me&lt;br /&gt;Distracted by my heart&lt;br /&gt;Giving in to sinking feelings of love &amp;amp; adoration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost in a web of contradiction&lt;br /&gt;Fighting thoughts of grief &amp;amp; benediction&lt;br /&gt;Living a mundane life made-up of fiction&lt;br /&gt;Transfixed in the aftermath before it's begun&lt;br /&gt;Fixated on the past, never living in the present&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart belongs to Daniel; my soul belongs to God&lt;br /&gt;Caught in a tug of war between happiness &amp;amp; sin&lt;br /&gt;Always mute for fear of scorn&lt;br /&gt;The feeling is forlorn for I cannot confess my love&lt;br /&gt;I cannot christen my heart for fear of treason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I confess my love for God with my lips, but my heart remains far from him&lt;br /&gt;I unknowingly surrendered my heart into the hands of the cunning deceitful coyote&lt;br /&gt;He came to me in a dream masked as an angel of light&lt;br /&gt;He whispered words of flattery &amp;amp; charm: he lulled me into his arms&lt;br /&gt;He captivated me with his blue eyes of sincerity &amp;amp; promises of love&lt;br /&gt;He vowed to be everything I needed, in exchange I do the same&lt;br /&gt;His name resonates every time I think of him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing in the sun, fading into the light&lt;br /&gt;Wallowing in tainted memories of a promise turned to blight&lt;br /&gt;He left me without a heart&lt;br /&gt;He corrupted any hope for a true love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="author"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Poet:&lt;/b&gt; Skyy Allen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6380118137068493837-1496271373034340607?l=brownjournalentries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownjournalentries.blogspot.com/feeds/1496271373034340607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brownjournalentries.blogspot.com/2010/06/coyote-fiction.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6380118137068493837/posts/default/1496271373034340607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6380118137068493837/posts/default/1496271373034340607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownjournalentries.blogspot.com/2010/06/coyote-fiction.html' title='Coyote Fiction'/><author><name>Skyy Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16296474004298304538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xNGZqd1YCdc/TIPWpg7aHFI/AAAAAAAAAG4/-U0yFpro-I0/S220/reflection.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6380118137068493837.post-7603559884784532029</id><published>2010-06-23T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T09:47:47.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Faun</title><content type='html'>1 by 1 the day is gone&lt;br /&gt;Like a faun I turn to run&lt;br /&gt;Into the thicket of ambiguity&lt;br /&gt;Caught in a tidal-wave of hit &amp;amp; misses&lt;br /&gt;Drunk with longing&lt;br /&gt;Drowning in the aftershave&lt;br /&gt;Reaching for a hand to save me&lt;br /&gt;A word of comfort to console me&lt;br /&gt;Soaring through the thunder-storm&lt;br /&gt;With the feeling of gratitude slowly dissipating&lt;br /&gt;Riddled with confusion&lt;br /&gt;Afraid of the reality&lt;br /&gt;That I may never become the angel&lt;br /&gt;Everyone wants me to be&lt;br /&gt;Petrified&lt;br /&gt;I'm only a man&lt;br /&gt;What nameless hand can save me&lt;br /&gt;From the sinking sand!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="author"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Poet:&lt;/b&gt; Skyy Allen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6380118137068493837-7603559884784532029?l=brownjournalentries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownjournalentries.blogspot.com/feeds/7603559884784532029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brownjournalentries.blogspot.com/2010/06/faun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6380118137068493837/posts/default/7603559884784532029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6380118137068493837/posts/default/7603559884784532029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownjournalentries.blogspot.com/2010/06/faun.html' title='Faun'/><author><name>Skyy Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16296474004298304538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xNGZqd1YCdc/TIPWpg7aHFI/AAAAAAAAAG4/-U0yFpro-I0/S220/reflection.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6380118137068493837.post-4543066881518877063</id><published>2010-06-23T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T09:44:22.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thw Witching Hour</title><content type='html'>Losing sleep, afraid of the beast I will become&lt;br /&gt;Tossing &amp;amp; turning between love stained sheets&lt;br /&gt;Consumed with passion; undefiled passion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hungering for a love to devour: a fire I can consume&lt;br /&gt;Howling at the moon, no sooner do I become a wolf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chasing unsuspecting hopefuls, hunting love-drunk devotees&lt;br /&gt;Dragging men into my bed, there I sink my teeth into their benediction&lt;br /&gt;Lapping up milk &amp;amp; sweat during the matinee of friction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost within the witching-hour&lt;br /&gt;Awakening with no recollection&lt;br /&gt;Of the collection of men between my teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poet: Skyy Allen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6380118137068493837-4543066881518877063?l=brownjournalentries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownjournalentries.blogspot.com/feeds/4543066881518877063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brownjournalentries.blogspot.com/2010/06/thw-witching-hour.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6380118137068493837/posts/default/4543066881518877063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6380118137068493837/posts/default/4543066881518877063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownjournalentries.blogspot.com/2010/06/thw-witching-hour.html' title='Thw Witching Hour'/><author><name>Skyy Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16296474004298304538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xNGZqd1YCdc/TIPWpg7aHFI/AAAAAAAAAG4/-U0yFpro-I0/S220/reflection.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6380118137068493837.post-3189340973211064588</id><published>2010-06-23T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T09:41:17.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Half Light</title><content type='html'>There's a creature stirring beneath the trees&lt;br /&gt;Shifting among the leaves&lt;br /&gt;A love-drunk beast perched upon the ease&lt;br /&gt;Baying in the moonlight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too petrified to speak I stand frozen&lt;br /&gt;Helplessly watching as the beast turns towards me&lt;br /&gt;Seeing myself in the monsters eyes&lt;br /&gt;The air feels heavy with the stench of loss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With every step comes the angel of death&lt;br /&gt;Piercing my soul with an icy stare&lt;br /&gt;Glaring at me, carefully examining me&lt;br /&gt;Slowly his demeanor starts to change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I begin to recognize his familiar eyes&lt;br /&gt;He hesitates &amp; hastily turns away&lt;br /&gt;Escaping into the starry night&lt;br /&gt;Never to be seen again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poet: Skyy Allen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6380118137068493837-3189340973211064588?l=brownjournalentries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownjournalentries.blogspot.com/feeds/3189340973211064588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brownjournalentries.blogspot.com/2010/06/half-light.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6380118137068493837/posts/default/3189340973211064588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6380118137068493837/posts/default/3189340973211064588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownjournalentries.blogspot.com/2010/06/half-light.html' title='Half Light'/><author><name>Skyy Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16296474004298304538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xNGZqd1YCdc/TIPWpg7aHFI/AAAAAAAAAG4/-U0yFpro-I0/S220/reflection.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6380118137068493837.post-2582187491502457679</id><published>2010-06-23T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T09:32:53.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The River &amp; the Spark</title><content type='html'>Dancing in the dark &lt;br /&gt;Between the river &amp; the spark&lt;br /&gt;Afraid of the sun&lt;br /&gt;Of becoming undone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holding my fist in the air&lt;br /&gt;Warning the guises to beware&lt;br /&gt;For I'm in love&lt;br /&gt;In love with a boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gave me his heart&lt;br /&gt;I gave him my soul&lt;br /&gt;The two of us became whole &lt;br /&gt;While dancing in the dark&lt;br /&gt;Between the river &amp; the spark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my head pressed firmly against his chest&lt;br /&gt;We looked up at the stars&lt;br /&gt;And evaporated into the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poet: Skyy Allen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6380118137068493837-2582187491502457679?l=brownjournalentries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownjournalentries.blogspot.com/feeds/2582187491502457679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brownjournalentries.blogspot.com/2010/06/river-spark.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6380118137068493837/posts/default/2582187491502457679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6380118137068493837/posts/default/2582187491502457679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownjournalentries.blogspot.com/2010/06/river-spark.html' title='The River &amp; the Spark'/><author><name>Skyy Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16296474004298304538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xNGZqd1YCdc/TIPWpg7aHFI/AAAAAAAAAG4/-U0yFpro-I0/S220/reflection.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6380118137068493837.post-8296623364091309308</id><published>2010-06-23T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T09:28:45.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Domingo &amp; Santiago</title><content type='html'>Windswept lovers blown to &amp; fro&lt;br /&gt;Lost at sea so long ago&lt;br /&gt;Their time together was bittersweet&lt;br /&gt;Years have past, their love repeats&lt;br /&gt;Picking up where they last left off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Windswept lovers from long ago&lt;br /&gt;Their names were Domingo &amp; Santiago&lt;br /&gt;Lost at sea, their love transcends&lt;br /&gt;Their love repeats...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poet: Skyy Allen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6380118137068493837-8296623364091309308?l=brownjournalentries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownjournalentries.blogspot.com/feeds/8296623364091309308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brownjournalentries.blogspot.com/2010/06/domingo-santiago.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6380118137068493837/posts/default/8296623364091309308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6380118137068493837/posts/default/8296623364091309308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownjournalentries.blogspot.com/2010/06/domingo-santiago.html' title='Domingo &amp; Santiago'/><author><name>Skyy Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16296474004298304538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xNGZqd1YCdc/TIPWpg7aHFI/AAAAAAAAAG4/-U0yFpro-I0/S220/reflection.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6380118137068493837.post-3846409801570469005</id><published>2010-06-23T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T09:24:45.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trite</title><content type='html'>You kiss me like lyrics to a song&lt;br /&gt;My head spins round, my heart feels numb&lt;br /&gt;With my finger on repeat&lt;br /&gt;We evaporate into the sheets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moon is full our hearts in heat&lt;br /&gt;A howl, a cry, a vehement sigh&lt;br /&gt;The night is young &amp; full of fervor&lt;br /&gt;The taste of your skin is sweet to savor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pillow-talk feels so impersonal&lt;br /&gt;When I look into your eyes what do I see?&lt;br /&gt;It's best I don't say&lt;br /&gt;For to sleep perchance to dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And dream I must&lt;br /&gt;To quench the flames of a fervent lust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poet: Skyy Allen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6380118137068493837-3846409801570469005?l=brownjournalentries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownjournalentries.blogspot.com/feeds/3846409801570469005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brownjournalentries.blogspot.com/2010/06/trite.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6380118137068493837/posts/default/3846409801570469005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6380118137068493837/posts/default/3846409801570469005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownjournalentries.blogspot.com/2010/06/trite.html' title='Trite'/><author><name>Skyy Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16296474004298304538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xNGZqd1YCdc/TIPWpg7aHFI/AAAAAAAAAG4/-U0yFpro-I0/S220/reflection.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6380118137068493837.post-1295291869031341789</id><published>2010-06-23T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T09:20:55.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hearts Regret</title><content type='html'>If I could hold you, console you, tell you how much I love you&lt;br /&gt;Then maybe, do you think you could find it in your heart to love me?&lt;br /&gt;I know I said I could live without you&lt;br /&gt;But deep down I knew it was a lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I think of you I can't help but smile&lt;br /&gt;I searched for miles&lt;br /&gt;Trying to find the right words to tell you how much I need you&lt;br /&gt;I apologize for never returning your calls&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I never told you I loved you&lt;br /&gt;You're the only man for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how much I've tried to fight it&lt;br /&gt;My heart always thinks of you&lt;br /&gt;You stole my heart&lt;br /&gt;Won't you give me the chance to do the same?&lt;br /&gt;We could go to your favorite club&lt;br /&gt;Hangout with all your bitchy friends&lt;br /&gt;Go for a hike in the desert of your childhood&lt;br /&gt;Revisit your old neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could love me as I love you&lt;br /&gt;Imagine what we could accomplish&lt;br /&gt;Forsaking the ides of March&lt;br /&gt;Overcoming everything we've done to one another&lt;br /&gt;I know myself better now&lt;br /&gt;Give me your word &amp; I'll strive to be a better man&lt;br /&gt;I vow to love only you till the end of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poet: Skyy Allen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6380118137068493837-1295291869031341789?l=brownjournalentries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownjournalentries.blogspot.com/feeds/1295291869031341789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brownjournalentries.blogspot.com/2010/06/hearts-regret.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6380118137068493837/posts/default/1295291869031341789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6380118137068493837/posts/default/1295291869031341789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownjournalentries.blogspot.com/2010/06/hearts-regret.html' title='The Hearts Regret'/><author><name>Skyy Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16296474004298304538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xNGZqd1YCdc/TIPWpg7aHFI/AAAAAAAAAG4/-U0yFpro-I0/S220/reflection.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6380118137068493837.post-247622183206517564</id><published>2010-06-23T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T09:17:54.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>White Vegas</title><content type='html'>Breaking the sky with the object of my affection&lt;br /&gt;Peering down the wishing well&lt;br /&gt;Leaves me to wonder about heaven &amp; hell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's to tell of our destruction&lt;br /&gt;For we are vessels&lt;br /&gt;With volatile intentions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never wanting to be outdone&lt;br /&gt;Life's a cabaret&lt;br /&gt;A masquerade of fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the sun goes down&lt;br /&gt;The debauchery begins&lt;br /&gt;Spinning, spitting, cursing the wind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visitor beware!&lt;br /&gt;Of the devil hare&lt;br /&gt;Hidden beneath your drunkards chair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Play the question in your hand&lt;br /&gt;Spit red lightning&lt;br /&gt;Turn to sand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That hooker in your tiger lap&lt;br /&gt;Makes me nauseous&lt;br /&gt;Makes me laugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vegas can be so vicious&lt;br /&gt;Devouring young hopefuls&lt;br /&gt;And naive fools&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting on a shanty stool&lt;br /&gt;I awaken to a drumming in my head&lt;br /&gt;Wishing I were dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poet: Skyy Allen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6380118137068493837-247622183206517564?l=brownjournalentries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownjournalentries.blogspot.com/feeds/247622183206517564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brownjournalentries.blogspot.com/2010/06/white-vegas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6380118137068493837/posts/default/247622183206517564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6380118137068493837/posts/default/247622183206517564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownjournalentries.blogspot.com/2010/06/white-vegas.html' title='White Vegas'/><author><name>Skyy Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16296474004298304538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xNGZqd1YCdc/TIPWpg7aHFI/AAAAAAAAAG4/-U0yFpro-I0/S220/reflection.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6380118137068493837.post-3400704104814260380</id><published>2010-06-23T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T09:15:19.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Relief</title><content type='html'>Listening to my heart breathing&lt;br /&gt;Closing my eyes to the chaos within&lt;br /&gt;Burning bridges in my wake&lt;br /&gt;Trying hard not to anticipate what may&lt;br /&gt;Restraining thoughts so strong&lt;br /&gt;Pulling, pushing, screaming to be free&lt;br /&gt;Something feels out of place&lt;br /&gt;The memory of your face is gone&lt;br /&gt;Staring at the phone&lt;br /&gt;Resisting the urge to call&lt;br /&gt;Standing with my back against the wall&lt;br /&gt;The seasons change&lt;br /&gt;And before you know it we're back where we last left off&lt;br /&gt;Dusting old memories, rummaging through records spent&lt;br /&gt;Counting the times I played the fool&lt;br /&gt;Counting the times I took my heart off me sleeve&lt;br /&gt;And gave it to a man in disbelief&lt;br /&gt;Laughing for no particular reason&lt;br /&gt;Other than being alive in this present moment&lt;br /&gt;As bad as I thought things were&lt;br /&gt;I always had my friends to turn to&lt;br /&gt;Reaching for the door the telephone rings&lt;br /&gt;The sirens start to sing&lt;br /&gt;Listening to my heart breathing&lt;br /&gt;I breathe a sigh of relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poet: Skyy Allen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6380118137068493837-3400704104814260380?l=brownjournalentries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownjournalentries.blogspot.com/feeds/3400704104814260380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brownjournalentries.blogspot.com/2010/06/relief.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6380118137068493837/posts/default/3400704104814260380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6380118137068493837/posts/default/3400704104814260380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownjournalentries.blogspot.com/2010/06/relief.html' title='Relief'/><author><name>Skyy Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16296474004298304538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xNGZqd1YCdc/TIPWpg7aHFI/AAAAAAAAAG4/-U0yFpro-I0/S220/reflection.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6380118137068493837.post-510063470986352522</id><published>2010-06-23T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T09:12:42.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Roller Coaster</title><content type='html'>Buttoned up &lt;br /&gt;To the neck&lt;br /&gt;Forget about me, &lt;br /&gt;Forget about everything&lt;br /&gt;You say I'm so "up tight" &lt;br /&gt;I can't come "undone"&lt;br /&gt;Well pardon me for being twenty-three&lt;br /&gt;But living has become something of a necessity&lt;br /&gt;Especially for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two of us were fine &lt;br /&gt;Living completely separate lives&lt;br /&gt;Please tell what's changed?&lt;br /&gt;I know my heart's grown distant&lt;br /&gt;I knew we were headed for disaster&lt;br /&gt;Since the day I told you&lt;br /&gt;Loving you is like riding a roller coaster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buttoned down&lt;br /&gt;All the way down&lt;br /&gt;Like an open night gown&lt;br /&gt;Naked, raw &amp; vulnerable&lt;br /&gt;Is this what you wanted?&lt;br /&gt;To see me in my weakest &lt;br /&gt;Most unoffensive state!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart tends to skip a beat when you're around&lt;br /&gt;I know what I want&lt;br /&gt;And what I want is you lying naked in my bed&lt;br /&gt;I need the touch of your body&lt;br /&gt;To quiet the pounding rhythm in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poet: Skyy Allen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6380118137068493837-510063470986352522?l=brownjournalentries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownjournalentries.blogspot.com/feeds/510063470986352522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brownjournalentries.blogspot.com/2010/06/roller-coaster.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6380118137068493837/posts/default/510063470986352522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6380118137068493837/posts/default/510063470986352522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownjournalentries.blogspot.com/2010/06/roller-coaster.html' title='Roller Coaster'/><author><name>Skyy Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16296474004298304538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xNGZqd1YCdc/TIPWpg7aHFI/AAAAAAAAAG4/-U0yFpro-I0/S220/reflection.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6380118137068493837.post-6609400047228553110</id><published>2010-06-23T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T08:47:32.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Scene</title><content type='html'>Dissecting every little microscopic word you said&lt;br /&gt;Trying to navigate through the torrents in your head&lt;br /&gt;Piecing together shared remnants of your past&lt;br /&gt;Am I the first, will I be the last!?&lt;br /&gt;Old insecurities come surging in&lt;br /&gt;Like an unexpected summer storm&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, am I any closer to understanding you?&lt;br /&gt;Am I hot or cold to finally unearthing your distant heart?&lt;br /&gt;I know I tend to cling, I know I can agitate at times&lt;br /&gt;But please don't let your love for me turn to hate&lt;br /&gt;It's not too late to negate the past&lt;br /&gt;Let's just hold each-other tight&lt;br /&gt;Like a love scene from our past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poet: Skyy Allen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6380118137068493837-6609400047228553110?l=brownjournalentries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownjournalentries.blogspot.com/feeds/6609400047228553110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brownjournalentries.blogspot.com/2010/06/love-scene.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6380118137068493837/posts/default/6609400047228553110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6380118137068493837/posts/default/6609400047228553110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownjournalentries.blogspot.com/2010/06/love-scene.html' title='Love Scene'/><author><name>Skyy Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16296474004298304538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xNGZqd1YCdc/TIPWpg7aHFI/AAAAAAAAAG4/-U0yFpro-I0/S220/reflection.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6380118137068493837.post-3109507879651339272</id><published>2010-06-23T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T08:44:50.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crossing Invisible Lines</title><content type='html'>Driving cross country taking pictures to commemorate the century. Chased by flashing lights, speeding through the night. I guess I could be a model citizen if I wanted to, but where's the fun in that? It's fun to rock the melancholy boat every now &amp; again. Shooting the breeze: patiently waiting for the fuzz to freeze. Never mind the late night parties &amp; subsequent hangovers. Put to rest the need to penetrate the beast. How many times must we falter before we break down in laughter!? Remember when we almost got arrested? You just had to open your mouth. Remember the time when we'd get lost on purpose just to stay out an extra hour? Go figure, it would take my baby face &amp; your brains to get us out of sticky situations. Driving cross country burning the midnight oil. Taking pictures to commemorate the memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poet: Skyy Allen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6380118137068493837-3109507879651339272?l=brownjournalentries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownjournalentries.blogspot.com/feeds/3109507879651339272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brownjournalentries.blogspot.com/2010/06/crossing-invisible-lines.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6380118137068493837/posts/default/3109507879651339272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6380118137068493837/posts/default/3109507879651339272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownjournalentries.blogspot.com/2010/06/crossing-invisible-lines.html' title='Crossing Invisible Lines'/><author><name>Skyy Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16296474004298304538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xNGZqd1YCdc/TIPWpg7aHFI/AAAAAAAAAG4/-U0yFpro-I0/S220/reflection.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6380118137068493837.post-7027368765874778310</id><published>2010-06-23T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T08:41:58.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shaman</title><content type='html'>Thinking absolutely nothing, yet needing something just the same. I have my pride, my strife, my doubts--though never quite ascending to greater hights than self. Full of mortal intricacies &amp; predictive mindless tendencies. Subpoenaed in a room of shadows. Lingering in &amp; out of childhood sorrows. If I had the strength to change myself, I'd change into a torrent if just for a moment, &amp; lement over all that I have done. For seeded deep within lies the screwtape seed of sin. No sooner than I began do I find myself hand in hand with the shaman. Seated around a ring of mirrors, the shaman comes with blood &amp; mire, anointing my head with hope on fire. He chants a prayer, a vex, a snare; casting me off into Satan's lair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poet: Skyy Allen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6380118137068493837-7027368765874778310?l=brownjournalentries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownjournalentries.blogspot.com/feeds/7027368765874778310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brownjournalentries.blogspot.com/2010/06/shaman.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6380118137068493837/posts/default/7027368765874778310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6380118137068493837/posts/default/7027368765874778310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownjournalentries.blogspot.com/2010/06/shaman.html' title='Shaman'/><author><name>Skyy Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16296474004298304538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xNGZqd1YCdc/TIPWpg7aHFI/AAAAAAAAAG4/-U0yFpro-I0/S220/reflection.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6380118137068493837.post-3277588062167505188</id><published>2010-06-23T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T08:39:19.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Temperamental Love</title><content type='html'>It's a sad sight to see you broken, like I am broken&lt;br /&gt;It's better to howl at the moon&lt;br /&gt;Than to bury yourself in your room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a sad sight to see you hurting, like I am hurting&lt;br /&gt;It's better to stop while we're ahead&lt;br /&gt;Than to lose ourselves, than to lose our heads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a sad sight to see you grieving, like I am grieving&lt;br /&gt;Over a love that could have been&lt;br /&gt;But had to let go of for reasons unforeseen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's sad to see you mourning in your bed&lt;br /&gt;Like I am mourning in my head&lt;br /&gt;What can I say to make things better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's best I let you grieve&lt;br /&gt;Than to try &amp; make everything okay&lt;br /&gt;Than to try &amp; make you see things my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poet: Skyy Allen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6380118137068493837-3277588062167505188?l=brownjournalentries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownjournalentries.blogspot.com/feeds/3277588062167505188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brownjournalentries.blogspot.com/2010/06/temperamental-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6380118137068493837/posts/default/3277588062167505188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6380118137068493837/posts/default/3277588062167505188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownjournalentries.blogspot.com/2010/06/temperamental-love.html' title='Temperamental Love'/><author><name>Skyy Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16296474004298304538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xNGZqd1YCdc/TIPWpg7aHFI/AAAAAAAAAG4/-U0yFpro-I0/S220/reflection.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6380118137068493837.post-2534742828885256867</id><published>2010-06-23T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T08:37:56.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Styx &amp; Tiger-lilies</title><content type='html'>Stargazing tiger-lilies&lt;br /&gt;Riding in the backseat of the night&lt;br /&gt;Feeling so strange, so extra-ordinary&lt;br /&gt;Pointing fingers at streaming lights&lt;br /&gt;Whizzing through the night&lt;br /&gt;Wasting time, just skipping stars&lt;br /&gt;The night is ours&lt;br /&gt;We could run to Mercury&lt;br /&gt;We can visit Mars&lt;br /&gt;Maybe even sing a hymn of ours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stargazing tiger-lilies&lt;br /&gt;Painting pictures of prison bars&lt;br /&gt;Visiting Hercules behind old cars&lt;br /&gt;Casting pages in the river Styx&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for Charon to ferry us&lt;br /&gt;Across the river of the dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poet: Skyy Allen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6380118137068493837-2534742828885256867?l=brownjournalentries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownjournalentries.blogspot.com/feeds/2534742828885256867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brownjournalentries.blogspot.com/2010/06/styx-tiger-lilies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6380118137068493837/posts/default/2534742828885256867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6380118137068493837/posts/default/2534742828885256867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownjournalentries.blogspot.com/2010/06/styx-tiger-lilies.html' title='Styx &amp; Tiger-lilies'/><author><name>Skyy Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16296474004298304538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xNGZqd1YCdc/TIPWpg7aHFI/AAAAAAAAAG4/-U0yFpro-I0/S220/reflection.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6380118137068493837.post-6707458143959365151</id><published>2010-06-23T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T08:34:55.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confession(s): pt. 1</title><content type='html'>So many secrets buried deep inside. Afraid of the monster I pretend not to be. The demons of my past won't let me rest, won't let me be. I abused myself, I confess. Never feeling good enough: never feeling adequate in this game we play. Pretending to be confident, masquerading in a mask of irony. Subsidizing every need with things. Surrounded in a home of make-believe. I pretend to believe in the obvious. Discussing politics &amp; religion; every breath we take feeds the dark. I can be so black, dark as onyx. Picking everything &amp; body apart. Dissecting every feeling, every need. Deciphering the meaning behind every action. I lied to everyone around me, pushing everybody away, it's true. Living a lie, pretending I fit in, all the while drowning in fear. Fear of rejection of being found out. Just another "sexually confused" boy born to live a life of strife, just what I don't need another reason to hide away for fear of damnation. Tightrope walking over a lake of fire, the message is clear, the warning is dire. Before I begin to breathe, I best be conscious of the fire beating down upon my back. I have a heart full of love, but no one to give it to. Trying to be as honest as I can, excavating the remnants of my heart. Preserving the never-ending fire of yearning for someone with substance &amp; desire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poet: Skyy Allen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6380118137068493837-6707458143959365151?l=brownjournalentries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownjournalentries.blogspot.com/feeds/6707458143959365151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brownjournalentries.blogspot.com/2010/06/confessions-pt-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6380118137068493837/posts/default/6707458143959365151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6380118137068493837/posts/default/6707458143959365151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownjournalentries.blogspot.com/2010/06/confessions-pt-1.html' title='Confession(s): pt. 1'/><author><name>Skyy Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16296474004298304538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xNGZqd1YCdc/TIPWpg7aHFI/AAAAAAAAAG4/-U0yFpro-I0/S220/reflection.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
