<?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-7425969908952946100</id><updated>2012-02-16T10:24:24.767-08:00</updated><category term='Last Night'/><category term='let the light shine'/><category term='Peak performance project'/><category term='suicide'/><category term='Music'/><category term='light'/><category term='poetry'/><category term='Free Downloads'/><category term='Top 20 bands in BC'/><category term='Michael Buble'/><category term='Hollywood'/><category term='depression'/><category term='fight'/><title type='text'>:+: Let the Light Shine :+:</title><subtitle type='html'>Poetry is an expression of pain, love, and life. A life shared by only a few words.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keep-dancing.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425969908952946100/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keep-dancing.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Marisa Forsythe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18369290956075874019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N-dxILnHqqo/S7LslBIUDpI/AAAAAAAAABM/lXoDrAq7PGA/S220/IMG_0456++black+and+whiteskinny.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7425969908952946100.post-1866983396635913023</id><published>2010-11-15T21:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T21:57:40.811-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hollywood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michael Buble'/><title type='text'>Hollywood</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N-dxILnHqqo/TOIcmkg2okI/AAAAAAAAADI/Xz73jmnfEwo/s1600/done.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 358px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N-dxILnHqqo/TOIcmkg2okI/AAAAAAAAADI/Xz73jmnfEwo/s400/done.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540021940581212738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7425969908952946100-1866983396635913023?l=keep-dancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keep-dancing.blogspot.com/feeds/1866983396635913023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7425969908952946100&amp;postID=1866983396635913023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425969908952946100/posts/default/1866983396635913023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425969908952946100/posts/default/1866983396635913023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keep-dancing.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post.html' title='Hollywood'/><author><name>Marisa Forsythe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18369290956075874019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N-dxILnHqqo/S7LslBIUDpI/AAAAAAAAABM/lXoDrAq7PGA/S220/IMG_0456++black+and+whiteskinny.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N-dxILnHqqo/TOIcmkg2okI/AAAAAAAAADI/Xz73jmnfEwo/s72-c/done.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7425969908952946100.post-3981732753605343722</id><published>2010-11-10T08:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T08:57:01.125-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You blow me away</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N-dxILnHqqo/TNrM6GK95RI/AAAAAAAAACo/djV6V0x6vhI/s1600/blow_me_away_by_mariskka.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N-dxILnHqqo/TNrM6GK95RI/AAAAAAAAACo/djV6V0x6vhI/s320/blow_me_away_by_mariskka.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537963990266537234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7425969908952946100-3981732753605343722?l=keep-dancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keep-dancing.blogspot.com/feeds/3981732753605343722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7425969908952946100&amp;postID=3981732753605343722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425969908952946100/posts/default/3981732753605343722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425969908952946100/posts/default/3981732753605343722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keep-dancing.blogspot.com/2010/11/you-blow-me-away.html' title='You blow me away'/><author><name>Marisa Forsythe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18369290956075874019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N-dxILnHqqo/S7LslBIUDpI/AAAAAAAAABM/lXoDrAq7PGA/S220/IMG_0456++black+and+whiteskinny.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N-dxILnHqqo/TNrM6GK95RI/AAAAAAAAACo/djV6V0x6vhI/s72-c/blow_me_away_by_mariskka.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7425969908952946100.post-4165489414307550709</id><published>2010-11-03T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T22:09:52.023-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Top 20 bands in BC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Free Downloads'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Last Night'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Peak performance project'/><title type='text'>“Last Night” Free Download</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://peakperformanceproject.com/boot-camp/1579-2/"&gt;“Last Night” Free Download&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N-dxILnHqqo/TOIdno9EgSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Nc74yysF2l4/s1600/free-download.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 204px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N-dxILnHqqo/TOIdno9EgSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Nc74yysF2l4/s400/free-download.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540023058464801058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is truly incredible music. I had the opportunity this summer to volunteer at Rock Ridge Canyon for approximately 5 weeks. During the last week I was there the Peak radio station was hosting a contest for the top 20 bands in BC, called the Peak Performance Project. It was like a mini boot camp for musicians. I was working in the bakery at the time, but I had the chance to watch the bands preform every night. In our free time we had the opportunity to get to know some of the artists  and hang out with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These songs  were created by the artists as part of an assignment at "band camp". They were given the title/topic "Last Night" and asked to come up with a song and collaborate with other artists. My friends and I got to hear these songs the first time they were ever played for an audience. They did an incredible job! Check them out and get your free downloads!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7425969908952946100-4165489414307550709?l=keep-dancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keep-dancing.blogspot.com/feeds/4165489414307550709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7425969908952946100&amp;postID=4165489414307550709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425969908952946100/posts/default/4165489414307550709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425969908952946100/posts/default/4165489414307550709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keep-dancing.blogspot.com/2010/11/last-night-free-download.html' title='“Last Night” Free Download'/><author><name>Marisa Forsythe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18369290956075874019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N-dxILnHqqo/S7LslBIUDpI/AAAAAAAAABM/lXoDrAq7PGA/S220/IMG_0456++black+and+whiteskinny.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N-dxILnHqqo/TOIdno9EgSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Nc74yysF2l4/s72-c/free-download.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7425969908952946100.post-5009888795921180654</id><published>2010-05-31T02:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T03:03:40.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>inspired by "Freedom Writters"</title><content type='html'>We think we have it bad&lt;br /&gt;We think we have something to cry about&lt;br /&gt;Our fight is nothing&lt;br /&gt;Compared to the ones&lt;br /&gt;Who WIN&lt;br /&gt;Just by surviving another day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We beat ourselves up&lt;br /&gt;If we are not skinny enough&lt;br /&gt;Not pretty enough&lt;br /&gt;Not smart enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are happy&lt;br /&gt;If they have something to eat&lt;br /&gt;Anything to wear&lt;br /&gt;Or somewhere to sleep at night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These things never even cross our minds&lt;br /&gt;We have it so good&lt;br /&gt;Their troubles don't even exist to us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But times are changing&lt;br /&gt;Soon we will be the ones &lt;br /&gt;Who are fighitng for our rights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon we will be the ones siting at the back of the bus&lt;br /&gt;Maybe then we will know &lt;br /&gt;What its like to feel pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The real pain&lt;br /&gt;Of those who have a war to fight&lt;br /&gt;Not a war to create&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe then we will learn to be strong&lt;br /&gt;And realize what we had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it really have to come to that?&lt;br /&gt;Can we just learn now?&lt;br /&gt;Before its too late&lt;br /&gt;We are all people&lt;br /&gt;We all deserve to live and have life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7425969908952946100-5009888795921180654?l=keep-dancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keep-dancing.blogspot.com/feeds/5009888795921180654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7425969908952946100&amp;postID=5009888795921180654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425969908952946100/posts/default/5009888795921180654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425969908952946100/posts/default/5009888795921180654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keep-dancing.blogspot.com/2010/05/inspired-by-freedom-writters.html' title='inspired by &quot;Freedom Writters&quot;'/><author><name>Marisa Forsythe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18369290956075874019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N-dxILnHqqo/S7LslBIUDpI/AAAAAAAAABM/lXoDrAq7PGA/S220/IMG_0456++black+and+whiteskinny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7425969908952946100.post-4377722902316863973</id><published>2010-05-31T02:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T02:53:43.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>is pain created from writing? or does writing only express it?</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I find myself writing,&lt;br /&gt;Just to fill the emptiness,&lt;br /&gt;Or make sense&lt;br /&gt;Of internal chaos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has become a whole new world&lt;br /&gt;An escape from reality&lt;br /&gt;Or a way to create a new one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything is possible&lt;br /&gt;Fate is dictated&lt;br /&gt;By ink in a feeble hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such power to create stories&lt;br /&gt;Relive dreams and nightmares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More often than not&lt;br /&gt;I find myself writing&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;Its become a way to dissociate&lt;br /&gt;Which often backfires&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I write about feelings&lt;br /&gt;That have been long forgotten&lt;br /&gt;Repressed and neglected&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a release&lt;br /&gt;Of things I never knew needed releasing&lt;br /&gt;Its an expression of emotions&lt;br /&gt;Left to be discovered&lt;br /&gt;Yet to be named&lt;br /&gt;But felt for centuries.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7425969908952946100-4377722902316863973?l=keep-dancing.blogspot.com' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N-dxILnHqqo/S7LslBIUDpI/AAAAAAAAABM/lXoDrAq7PGA/S220/IMG_0456++black+and+whiteskinny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7425969908952946100.post-8105642298898724333</id><published>2010-05-31T02:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T02:39:45.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smell the rain</title><content type='html'>I've come to a place&lt;br /&gt;Where I am learning&lt;br /&gt;Not to lean on others&lt;br /&gt;To accept their limitations&lt;br /&gt;And look elsewhere &lt;br /&gt;Look within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm learning to find things&lt;br /&gt;That are hidden in this world&lt;br /&gt;I can finally &lt;br /&gt;Smell the rain&lt;br /&gt;I can live without this pain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may not care&lt;br /&gt;But I won't dare&lt;br /&gt;To let you drag me down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its such a tragedy&lt;br /&gt;You've gone so far&lt;br /&gt;To think you were different&lt;br /&gt;That you could really make a stand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you only crumble&lt;br /&gt;When it comes time to fight&lt;br /&gt;You give in&lt;br /&gt;Just because it feels so right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it feel good?&lt;br /&gt;To throw away everything&lt;br /&gt;That was once important?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it feel right?&lt;br /&gt;To know you're just that girl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've accepted your limitations&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking elsewhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe when you can cut the act&lt;br /&gt;And look me in the eyes&lt;br /&gt;You will see something &lt;br /&gt;Farther than the end of your toes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one day&lt;br /&gt;You will learn&lt;br /&gt;To smell the rain&lt;br /&gt;And find the hidden things&lt;br /&gt;In this world&lt;br /&gt;That bring true joy&lt;br /&gt;The things that can never come from a boy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7425969908952946100-8105642298898724333?l=keep-dancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keep-dancing.blogspot.com/feeds/8105642298898724333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7425969908952946100&amp;postID=8105642298898724333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425969908952946100/posts/default/8105642298898724333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425969908952946100/posts/default/8105642298898724333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keep-dancing.blogspot.com/2010/05/smell-rain.html' title='Smell the rain'/><author><name>Marisa Forsythe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18369290956075874019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N-dxILnHqqo/S7LslBIUDpI/AAAAAAAAABM/lXoDrAq7PGA/S220/IMG_0456++black+and+whiteskinny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7425969908952946100.post-690396314613618442</id><published>2010-04-08T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T22:47:08.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Forget</title><content type='html'>Your silence is so deafening&lt;br /&gt;Everyday I want to talk to you&lt;br /&gt;But I am reminded of my effect on you&lt;br /&gt;How could love be such a cruel thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s not fair for you to be so far&lt;br /&gt;It kills me when I remember&lt;br /&gt;We are not together anymore,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some day soon&lt;br /&gt;I’ll see someone else in your arms&lt;br /&gt;And I’ll have to be okay with it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the truth is &lt;br /&gt;I’ll never be okay with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why couldn’t things be the way they once were?&lt;br /&gt;When I was in your arms&lt;br /&gt;You would gently kiss my head&lt;br /&gt;And I knew everything would be okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I’m haunted by memories of you&lt;br /&gt;And each day they are fading,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t remember the scent of your cologne&lt;br /&gt;I can’t remember the taste of your kiss&lt;br /&gt;I can’t remember the feeling of your hand in mine&lt;br /&gt;But I can never forget the way you made me feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can never forget your tear filled eyes&lt;br /&gt;I can never forget the day it ended&lt;br /&gt;I can never forget the hours of crying&lt;br /&gt;But hopefully one day I’ll forget the pain&lt;br /&gt;And never regret the love we had.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7425969908952946100-690396314613618442?l=keep-dancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keep-dancing.blogspot.com/feeds/690396314613618442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7425969908952946100&amp;postID=690396314613618442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425969908952946100/posts/default/690396314613618442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425969908952946100/posts/default/690396314613618442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keep-dancing.blogspot.com/2010/04/never-forget.html' title='Never Forget'/><author><name>Marisa Forsythe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18369290956075874019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N-dxILnHqqo/S7LslBIUDpI/AAAAAAAAABM/lXoDrAq7PGA/S220/IMG_0456++black+and+whiteskinny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7425969908952946100.post-7866534706568770777</id><published>2010-03-30T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T23:27:24.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New day</title><content type='html'>Today is a new day.&lt;br /&gt;A day of new beginnings,&lt;br /&gt;A day of separation,&lt;br /&gt;Separation for the past&lt;br /&gt;And separation from you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m letting go of the holds you had on me&lt;br /&gt;I’m letting go of you&lt;br /&gt;There’s a new boy in my heart&lt;br /&gt;No more room for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a new day&lt;br /&gt;A day of fear&lt;br /&gt;A day of anxiety&lt;br /&gt;Anxiety and fear of opening up&lt;br /&gt;You’ve found the crack&lt;br /&gt;Into my soul&lt;br /&gt;And that terrifies me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a new day&lt;br /&gt;A day of hope &lt;br /&gt;A day of excitement&lt;br /&gt;Hope for a future&lt;br /&gt;A future of excitement&lt;br /&gt;Holding promise of a better life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a new day &lt;br /&gt;A day you asked me to be yours&lt;br /&gt;A day I became yours&lt;br /&gt;It’s a promise of a broken heart?&lt;br /&gt;It’s a promise of a day in white?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7425969908952946100-7866534706568770777?l=keep-dancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keep-dancing.blogspot.com/feeds/7866534706568770777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7425969908952946100&amp;postID=7866534706568770777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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type='html'>Why is it easier&lt;br /&gt;To be numb?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it easier&lt;br /&gt;To push you away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it easier&lt;br /&gt;To put up walls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m afraid&lt;br /&gt;Of you&lt;br /&gt;Of love&lt;br /&gt;Of hurting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may be numb,&lt;br /&gt;But I can still feel your pain.&lt;br /&gt;You’re so far away &lt;br /&gt;But I can feel you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There may be a wall separating us.&lt;br /&gt;But I still watch you through the cracks&lt;br /&gt;The cracks are a sliver of hope,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe an inner weakness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t deceive you.&lt;br /&gt;There is a key somewhere&lt;br /&gt;That will unlock&lt;br /&gt;This guarded heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re not the first to look for it,&lt;br /&gt;You’re not the first to try your luck&lt;br /&gt;Many before have tried their key,&lt;br /&gt;Only to watch it rust&lt;br /&gt;In their pathetic hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is only one key&lt;br /&gt;There is only one way to break the walls &lt;br /&gt;There is only one way to make me feel again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there are, &lt;br /&gt;So many questions,&lt;br /&gt;And far too few answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I’m left&lt;br /&gt;Numb,&lt;br /&gt;Scared,&lt;br /&gt;And hiding, &lt;br /&gt;But at least I’m safe?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7425969908952946100-6549825311141747707?l=keep-dancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keep-dancing.blogspot.com/feeds/6549825311141747707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7425969908952946100&amp;postID=6549825311141747707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425969908952946100/posts/default/6549825311141747707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425969908952946100/posts/default/6549825311141747707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keep-dancing.blogspot.com/2010/03/under-lock-and-key.html' title='Under lock and key...'/><author><name>Marisa Forsythe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18369290956075874019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N-dxILnHqqo/S7LslBIUDpI/AAAAAAAAABM/lXoDrAq7PGA/S220/IMG_0456++black+and+whiteskinny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7425969908952946100.post-6596392920770547256</id><published>2010-03-30T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T22:56:25.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is there anything left to love?</title><content type='html'>A flower only has so many petals,&lt;br /&gt;Every time one more is taken,&lt;br /&gt;I can’t help but wonder,&lt;br /&gt;What happens when the last is given away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there anything left to love?&lt;br /&gt;Who could love a flower without petals?&lt;br /&gt;What man would keep a fruitless tree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When love is free,&lt;br /&gt;Who’s left to fight for?&lt;br /&gt;Why bother waiting&lt;br /&gt;When life is nothing more than instant gratification.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We live in the moment,&lt;br /&gt;So we can die in the next.&lt;br /&gt;What for?&lt;br /&gt;Just a hint of truth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if the truth isn’t what we want to hear?&lt;br /&gt;Effortlessly we tune to another station&lt;br /&gt;It has become too easy,&lt;br /&gt;To run,&lt;br /&gt;To hide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop playing with the dial&lt;br /&gt;The truth is here,&lt;br /&gt;The truth is now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop throwing love around,&lt;br /&gt;It is not just another four letter word,&lt;br /&gt;It is far from an everyday feeling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guard yourself&lt;br /&gt;Save something for tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Before there is nothing left to love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7425969908952946100-6596392920770547256?l=keep-dancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keep-dancing.blogspot.com/feeds/6596392920770547256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7425969908952946100&amp;postID=6596392920770547256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425969908952946100/posts/default/6596392920770547256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425969908952946100/posts/default/6596392920770547256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keep-dancing.blogspot.com/2010/03/is-there-anything-left-to-love.html' title='Is there anything left to love?'/><author><name>Marisa Forsythe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18369290956075874019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N-dxILnHqqo/S7LslBIUDpI/AAAAAAAAABM/lXoDrAq7PGA/S220/IMG_0456++black+and+whiteskinny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7425969908952946100.post-330208630750342323</id><published>2009-10-08T23:24:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T23:26:19.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Push past the fear (revised)</title><content type='html'>It’s time to push past the fear&lt;br /&gt;And hold back the tears&lt;br /&gt;While we look for the day&lt;br /&gt;When we find the truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hour we find the connection &lt;br /&gt;Between you and me&lt;br /&gt;The minute we find the rose in a pile of thorns&lt;br /&gt;The second we find the smile hidden in the shadows  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether you are tall or short,&lt;br /&gt;Black or white,&lt;br /&gt;There is really no difference,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all looking for&lt;br /&gt;The light in the darkness&lt;br /&gt;The music in our silent world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all searching for something to hold us together&lt;br /&gt;But only finding ways to drive us apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We connect by disconnecting&lt;br /&gt;Mechanically decaying from the inside out&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We leave our mark &lt;br /&gt;By marking those around us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We strive for a beauty beyond words &lt;br /&gt;Only to end up destroy the beauty around us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We live by watching the lives of others &lt;br /&gt;Leaving us with a disillusioned reality &lt;br /&gt;No longer able to tell the difference&lt;br /&gt;Between whom we think we are,&lt;br /&gt;And the person within &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are nothing more than&lt;br /&gt;A bunch of souls&lt;br /&gt;Broken and searching&lt;br /&gt;Searching for something more&lt;br /&gt;Something real &lt;br /&gt;Something to hold in our trembling hands &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the thought of something greater&lt;br /&gt;Is so out of reach&lt;br /&gt;So out of sight&lt;br /&gt;In the back of our minds&lt;br /&gt;Dusty and unused&lt;br /&gt;Forgotten and trampled&lt;br /&gt;Like our childhood dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have we forgotten what means to be alive?&lt;br /&gt;Have we surrendered to mere existence?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one chooses to be blind&lt;br /&gt;So why do we refuse to see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s time to push past the fear&lt;br /&gt;And hold back the tears&lt;br /&gt;And look for the day&lt;br /&gt;When we find the truth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7425969908952946100-330208630750342323?l=keep-dancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keep-dancing.blogspot.com/feeds/330208630750342323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7425969908952946100&amp;postID=330208630750342323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425969908952946100/posts/default/330208630750342323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425969908952946100/posts/default/330208630750342323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keep-dancing.blogspot.com/2009/10/push-past-fear-revised.html' title='Push past the fear (revised)'/><author><name>Marisa Forsythe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18369290956075874019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N-dxILnHqqo/S7LslBIUDpI/AAAAAAAAABM/lXoDrAq7PGA/S220/IMG_0456++black+and+whiteskinny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7425969908952946100.post-1714964465086254844</id><published>2009-10-08T23:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T23:24:15.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Look in the mirror</title><content type='html'>Today came and ended&lt;br /&gt; As fast a spark of fire&lt;br /&gt;In a field of fog&lt;br /&gt;It did not come without its surprises&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met a girl today&lt;br /&gt;She had much to share&lt;br /&gt;With no words&lt;br /&gt;She gave her story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was the girl in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;She held her head up high&lt;br /&gt;While looking around&lt;br /&gt;To see who was in the room,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched from a distance&lt;br /&gt;My presence was left unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched as she pulled out a knife&lt;br /&gt;Lifted her purple sleeve&lt;br /&gt;And made a cut&lt;br /&gt;She winced in pain&lt;br /&gt;Her tears made puddles on the counter surrounding her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked so perfect &lt;br /&gt;So gentle and fair&lt;br /&gt;Why did she hurt herself?&lt;br /&gt;I wondered in disbelief&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was to be the prom queen &lt;br /&gt;She had everything&lt;br /&gt;That one could only begin to dream of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such beauty &lt;br /&gt;Came at a price&lt;br /&gt;The price was the mask she wore&lt;br /&gt;Hiding the pain&lt;br /&gt;Holding back the tears&lt;br /&gt;Walking in fear &lt;br /&gt;Of being alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This girl in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;Knew none of what I saw&lt;br /&gt;To myself I will keep &lt;br /&gt;This experience I will never share&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wondered who she was&lt;br /&gt;Deep inside&lt;br /&gt;She was obviously hiding&lt;br /&gt;No one really knew&lt;br /&gt;This secret that she bared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For years and years&lt;br /&gt;Nobody really knew&lt;br /&gt;4 years have gone by&lt;br /&gt;Since that day&lt;br /&gt;I met the girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something has changed&lt;br /&gt;Something is different&lt;br /&gt;She looks happy&lt;br /&gt;So peaceful and sweet&lt;br /&gt;Everyone around is swimming in her charismatic joy&lt;br /&gt;If only they knew about that day&lt;br /&gt;I met the girl in the mirror.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7425969908952946100-1714964465086254844?l=keep-dancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keep-dancing.blogspot.com/feeds/1714964465086254844/comments/default' title='Post 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better man,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;So I could hold on to our precious moments&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Just like the other girls.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I wish I could look forward,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;To the day, you walk me down the aisle.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Hating you like this hurts&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;It hurts when I fall&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;And there’s no one there to help me up&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I walk through this evil world&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Without your guiding strength&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;It’s slowly eating away at my soul,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Killing my innocence&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;And starving my smile.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Each time I cannot smile&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I give my body &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;For love,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;A father’s love&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I’m dying to be daddy’s little girl&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I wonder every day&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;If my father up above &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Is just like you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Never there&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Never listening,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I wish you were a better man&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I wish I could be daddy’s little girl. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7425969908952946100-1078089656890467508?l=keep-dancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keep-dancing.blogspot.com/feeds/1078089656890467508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7425969908952946100&amp;postID=1078089656890467508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425969908952946100/posts/default/1078089656890467508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425969908952946100/posts/default/1078089656890467508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keep-dancing.blogspot.com/2009/10/better-man.html' title='Better man'/><author><name>Marisa Forsythe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18369290956075874019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N-dxILnHqqo/S7LslBIUDpI/AAAAAAAAABM/lXoDrAq7PGA/S220/IMG_0456++black+and+whiteskinny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7425969908952946100.post-2083557773529660913</id><published>2008-01-07T22:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T22:34:56.965-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Boy</title><content type='html'>He was the first boy to steal my heart&lt;br /&gt;He was my first kiss&lt;br /&gt;And my first broken heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was a boy from the 90’s&lt;br /&gt;With a piercing in his left ear&lt;br /&gt;Wind blowing in his hair&lt;br /&gt;Summers ago we watched the clouds&lt;br /&gt;Swam in his pool playing childish games&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just a game&lt;br /&gt;All fun and tame&lt;br /&gt;Until that rainy day in May&lt;br /&gt;I’m getting too old to just play&lt;br /&gt;Were simply his last words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had this way about him&lt;br /&gt;Laughing about everything&lt;br /&gt;Smiling like it was all okay&lt;br /&gt;Nothing mattered but him and his ego&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until he got a flat tire&lt;br /&gt;Sitting on the side of the road&lt;br /&gt;Wanting to play games&lt;br /&gt;He chased me with a smile&lt;br /&gt;Forgetting the pain from our past&lt;br /&gt;He wanted to have some fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gently I whispered&lt;br /&gt;It’s over now&lt;br /&gt;It’s too late to play games&lt;br /&gt;It’s nothing but a distant memory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He lost his chance&lt;br /&gt;It’s all in the past&lt;br /&gt;He lost her for the last time&lt;br /&gt;That day two years ago in May.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7425969908952946100-2083557773529660913?l=keep-dancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keep-dancing.blogspot.com/feeds/2083557773529660913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7425969908952946100&amp;postID=2083557773529660913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425969908952946100/posts/default/2083557773529660913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425969908952946100/posts/default/2083557773529660913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keep-dancing.blogspot.com/2008/01/summer-boy.html' title='Summer Boy'/><author><name>Marisa Forsythe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18369290956075874019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N-dxILnHqqo/S7LslBIUDpI/AAAAAAAAABM/lXoDrAq7PGA/S220/IMG_0456++black+and+whiteskinny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7425969908952946100.post-5035311461871825458</id><published>2008-01-07T21:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T22:11:45.814-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye</title><content type='html'>Its time to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;To the broken promises&lt;br /&gt;And broken dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its time to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;To your silly smile&lt;br /&gt;And your foolish games&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its time to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;To all the times you left me wondering&lt;br /&gt;All the times you left me waiting in the pouring rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s the end of you and me&lt;br /&gt;You knew this day would come&lt;br /&gt;Stop lying to yourself&lt;br /&gt;There's no going back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the feelings that we lacked&lt;br /&gt;Breaking in the day&lt;br /&gt;Killing in the night&lt;br /&gt;There’s no denying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was something there&lt;br /&gt;Way back when&lt;br /&gt;You used to care&lt;br /&gt;It feels like it never happened&lt;br /&gt;Like it was all made up&lt;br /&gt;Just in my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were just kids&lt;br /&gt;Falling in love&lt;br /&gt;There’s a reason they call it falling&lt;br /&gt;Its was so innocent and pure&lt;br /&gt;But we didn’t realize&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s not the cure&lt;br /&gt;Not even the way&lt;br /&gt;It won’t ever work out&lt;br /&gt;Between you and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its time to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;To what we used to be&lt;br /&gt;Its time to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;To what could have been.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7425969908952946100-5035311461871825458?l=keep-dancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keep-dancing.blogspot.com/feeds/5035311461871825458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7425969908952946100&amp;postID=5035311461871825458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425969908952946100/posts/default/5035311461871825458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425969908952946100/posts/default/5035311461871825458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keep-dancing.blogspot.com/2008/01/goodbye.html' title='Goodbye'/><author><name>Marisa Forsythe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18369290956075874019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N-dxILnHqqo/S7LslBIUDpI/AAAAAAAAABM/lXoDrAq7PGA/S220/IMG_0456++black+and+whiteskinny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7425969908952946100.post-7520889033075542972</id><published>2007-10-28T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T20:18:47.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Push past the fear&lt;br /&gt;Hold back the tears&lt;br /&gt;Look for the day&lt;br /&gt;When we find what’s right&lt;br /&gt;The hour we find the difference&lt;br /&gt;Between you and I&lt;br /&gt;The minute we find the smile hidden in the darkness&lt;br /&gt;The rose in a pile of thorns&lt;br /&gt;Rips in our jeans&lt;br /&gt;Dirt under our nails&lt;br /&gt;We are all looking for&lt;br /&gt;The light in the darkness&lt;br /&gt;The music in our silent world&lt;br /&gt;So what’s the difference&lt;br /&gt;Two souls broken and searching&lt;br /&gt;For something more&lt;br /&gt;Something real to hold in our trembling hands&lt;br /&gt;So out of reach&lt;br /&gt;And out of sight&lt;br /&gt;In the back of our minds&lt;br /&gt;Dusty and unused&lt;br /&gt;Is the thought of something greater&lt;br /&gt;Forgotten and trampled&lt;br /&gt;Like our childhood dreams&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7425969908952946100-7520889033075542972?l=keep-dancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keep-dancing.blogspot.com/feeds/7520889033075542972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7425969908952946100&amp;postID=7520889033075542972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425969908952946100/posts/default/7520889033075542972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425969908952946100/posts/default/7520889033075542972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keep-dancing.blogspot.com/2007/10/push-past-fear-hold-back-tears-look-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Marisa Forsythe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18369290956075874019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N-dxILnHqqo/S7LslBIUDpI/AAAAAAAAABM/lXoDrAq7PGA/S220/IMG_0456++black+and+whiteskinny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7425969908952946100.post-4884289516586457223</id><published>2007-09-30T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T22:30:03.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is...</title><content type='html'>Everybody is looking for that someone&lt;br /&gt;To be there&lt;br /&gt;And hold them till the end of time&lt;br /&gt;It’s the missing piece&lt;br /&gt;In our brokenness&lt;br /&gt;It’s what's right when we go wrong&lt;br /&gt;It’s what holds us together&lt;br /&gt;When all else fails&lt;br /&gt;It’s what breaks us&lt;br /&gt;And makes us strong&lt;br /&gt;Its makes us smile&lt;br /&gt;On those rainy days&lt;br /&gt;And makes us laugh&lt;br /&gt;When we want to cry&lt;br /&gt;Love is what we all live for&lt;br /&gt;Day after day&lt;br /&gt;Night after night&lt;br /&gt;Just the thought of it makes me weak in the knees&lt;br /&gt;And those three little words&lt;br /&gt;Make me melt away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7425969908952946100-4884289516586457223?l=keep-dancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keep-dancing.blogspot.com/feeds/4884289516586457223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7425969908952946100&amp;postID=4884289516586457223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425969908952946100/posts/default/4884289516586457223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425969908952946100/posts/default/4884289516586457223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keep-dancing.blogspot.com/2007/09/love-is.html' title='Love is...'/><author><name>Marisa Forsythe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18369290956075874019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N-dxILnHqqo/S7LslBIUDpI/AAAAAAAAABM/lXoDrAq7PGA/S220/IMG_0456++black+and+whiteskinny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7425969908952946100.post-2136668386709361596</id><published>2007-09-30T22:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T22:23:38.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Draw the line</title><content type='html'>Confused and twisted&lt;br /&gt;All alone I feel&lt;br /&gt;Like there’s nothing in this world that matters&lt;br /&gt;Pulled into darkness&lt;br /&gt;Masked deny&lt;br /&gt;Following the scent of thrill&lt;br /&gt;Living in the moment&lt;br /&gt;Dying in the next&lt;br /&gt;It’s a spinning top&lt;br /&gt;With alluring colors&lt;br /&gt;And icy deceit&lt;br /&gt;Drinking to numb this feeling&lt;br /&gt;Smoking to make it all disappear&lt;br /&gt;What in this place is right?&lt;br /&gt;Does wrong even matter?&lt;br /&gt;Living a double life&lt;br /&gt;This whole in my heart can’t be filled&lt;br /&gt;Everyone speaks of the one&lt;br /&gt;The one to fill the hole&lt;br /&gt;To make me live again&lt;br /&gt;I’m filled but I feel just as empty as when I began&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this is all a game&lt;br /&gt;A story in some child’s mind&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I’m all alone in this place&lt;br /&gt;The only one to fail&lt;br /&gt;The only one to feel so alone and empty&lt;br /&gt;What if this is just a joke?&lt;br /&gt;What’s next in this world of lies?&lt;br /&gt;Where’s the next knife coming from?&lt;br /&gt;Who will be the next to be hurt and broken?&lt;br /&gt;My life is a pile of broken glass&lt;br /&gt;That’s been kicked around&lt;br /&gt;And stomped on&lt;br /&gt;Broken even further&lt;br /&gt;What’s the point?&lt;br /&gt;There’s nobody out there to pick up the pieces&lt;br /&gt;Just to break them&lt;br /&gt;And to take my hand&lt;br /&gt;Then steal my heart&lt;br /&gt;And smash it in my face&lt;br /&gt;I’m tired of all the lies&lt;br /&gt;Games and broken dreams&lt;br /&gt;I’m going to find something that’s REAL&lt;br /&gt;even if it kills me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7425969908952946100-2136668386709361596?l=keep-dancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keep-dancing.blogspot.com/feeds/2136668386709361596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7425969908952946100&amp;postID=2136668386709361596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425969908952946100/posts/default/2136668386709361596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425969908952946100/posts/default/2136668386709361596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keep-dancing.blogspot.com/2007/09/draw-line.html' title='Draw the line'/><author><name>Marisa Forsythe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18369290956075874019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N-dxILnHqqo/S7LslBIUDpI/AAAAAAAAABM/lXoDrAq7PGA/S220/IMG_0456++black+and+whiteskinny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7425969908952946100.post-9084278382404472396</id><published>2007-09-30T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T21:44:19.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled:.</title><content type='html'>You’ve got the fire burning&lt;br /&gt;In every inch of my body&lt;br /&gt;Every time you move&lt;br /&gt;I feel it in my innermost being&lt;br /&gt;Every word you have ever said&lt;br /&gt;It all comes back to me&lt;br /&gt;The first time we kissed&lt;br /&gt;The time we danced under the stars&lt;br /&gt;Every moment I’ve held on to&lt;br /&gt;It all comes back to me&lt;br /&gt;My body is screaming for more&lt;br /&gt;It’s all about you&lt;br /&gt;No one else could fill this void&lt;br /&gt;So deep inside of me&lt;br /&gt;You seem so distracted&lt;br /&gt;As if I’m only on the sidelines&lt;br /&gt;So distant and far&lt;br /&gt;Your mind is racing&lt;br /&gt;Don’t leave me here&lt;br /&gt;In this place of peace&lt;br /&gt;All the love that you showed&lt;br /&gt;Was all just a game&lt;br /&gt;One goal in mind&lt;br /&gt;A piece of me nobody ever had&lt;br /&gt;You stole it from me&lt;br /&gt;All those times we shared&lt;br /&gt;Was it all just a lie?&lt;br /&gt;It all comes back to me&lt;br /&gt;Everything’s so out of control&lt;br /&gt;I’m losing focus&lt;br /&gt;It’s so out of control&lt;br /&gt;This can’t be real&lt;br /&gt;Just remember the times we shared&lt;br /&gt;Walking on the beach&lt;br /&gt;Watching the sunset&lt;br /&gt;You told me you loved me&lt;br /&gt;You told me you cared&lt;br /&gt;But now you’re just letting go&lt;br /&gt;You thought I’d understand&lt;br /&gt;I’m torn and broken to pieces&lt;br /&gt;I can’t deny&lt;br /&gt;I’m still in love with you&lt;br /&gt;My body and mind are overwhelmed with thoughts of you&lt;br /&gt;I still long for you&lt;br /&gt;Your touch, your smile&lt;br /&gt;But now you’re so far away&lt;br /&gt;Your nothing more than a memory&lt;br /&gt;Maybe there is no knight in shining armor&lt;br /&gt;Maybe there is no happily ever after&lt;br /&gt;You stole my innocence&lt;br /&gt;And didn’t even take the time to care&lt;br /&gt;You don’t deserve anything&lt;br /&gt;You made my sky fall&lt;br /&gt;You caused my light to burn out&lt;br /&gt;It’s all your fault&lt;br /&gt;I’ll never have a happy ending.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7425969908952946100-9084278382404472396?l=keep-dancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keep-dancing.blogspot.com/feeds/9084278382404472396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7425969908952946100&amp;postID=9084278382404472396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425969908952946100/posts/default/9084278382404472396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7425969908952946100/posts/default/9084278382404472396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keep-dancing.blogspot.com/2007/09/untitled.html' title='Untitled:.'/><author><name>Marisa Forsythe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18369290956075874019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N-dxILnHqqo/S7LslBIUDpI/AAAAAAAAABM/lXoDrAq7PGA/S220/IMG_0456++black+and+whiteskinny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7425969908952946100.post-1337621358383988483</id><published>2007-09-30T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T22:46:44.499-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='let the light shine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='light'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suicide'/><title type='text'>Let the Light Shine</title><content type='html'>She walked into the room&lt;br /&gt;Full of beauty and grace&lt;br /&gt;She was a bright light&lt;br /&gt;In her world of darkness&lt;br /&gt;Nobody knew the truth&lt;br /&gt;No one saw through the mask&lt;br /&gt;She was living a lie&lt;br /&gt;Truth be told&lt;br /&gt;She was breaking&lt;br /&gt;Losing the light&lt;br /&gt;No longer wanting to fight&lt;br /&gt;Just like that a life was lost&lt;br /&gt;She left the world that Saturday night&lt;br /&gt;A part of our souls went with her&lt;br /&gt;The mask has defeated her&lt;br /&gt;The darkness overcame the light&lt;br /&gt;Before she left&lt;br /&gt;She did one last thing&lt;br /&gt;She left her mark in this world&lt;br /&gt;In the bathroom stall next to mine&lt;br /&gt;Simply were the words written&lt;br /&gt;Let the light shine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7425969908952946100-1337621358383988483?l=keep-dancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keep-dancing.blogspot.com/feeds/1337621358383988483/comments/default' title='Post 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