<?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-10314479</id><updated>2012-02-16T21:22:28.036-07:00</updated><category term='Poem'/><category term='Poetry Blog'/><title type='text'>A Poet Of Sorts</title><subtitle type='html'>These poems were written by Caleb Reeve.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Caleb Reeve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10004170688708153579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ryg8t-8RKy0/SbG4_0kMR5I/AAAAAAAAAPc/PkJNoEYw3_U/S220/n503485329_2649840_939886.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>116</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10314479.post-110937435595460700</id><published>2011-11-30T00:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T00:13:50.111-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry Blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><title type='text'>The Introduction</title><content type='html'>Here is the complete poetic work of Caleb Reeve.  "Complete" as in all the stuff I have which wasn't lost or stolen.   All of these are original pieces.  Very few have been shared, seen, or heard. They are listed in a mostly alphabetical order and not written on the dates of their posting.  I  have written these over the last several years about people, places, ideas, and emotions.  Many have reoccurring themes.  "Those who don't learn from history are doomed to repeat it."  Needless to say, I am still learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that they have been stamped in internet time they are officially mine, copyrighted, registered, and everything.  If you care to use one of these poems please use my name in reference.  I hope you can get something out of one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to leave any comments or posts in the comments section below.  Thank You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**note: Some of these poems were written in moments of passion.  They do not necessarily reflect my overall opinion about love, life, or my pursuit of such things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10314479-110937435595460700?l=creevepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/110937435595460700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10314479&amp;postID=110937435595460700&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/110937435595460700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/110937435595460700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/2005/05/introduction.html' title='The Introduction'/><author><name>Caleb Reeve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10004170688708153579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ryg8t-8RKy0/SbG4_0kMR5I/AAAAAAAAAPc/PkJNoEYw3_U/S220/n503485329_2649840_939886.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10314479.post-116839000970450173</id><published>2011-11-28T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T00:18:32.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Poet of Sorts</title><content type='html'>A poet of Sorts&lt;br /&gt;Taking its course&lt;br /&gt;Words of force&lt;br /&gt;A last resort&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A poet in kind&lt;br /&gt;A piece of mind&lt;br /&gt;Moments in time&lt;br /&gt;A clever rhyme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A poet of poets&lt;br /&gt;The one who wrote it&lt;br /&gt;To truly know it&lt;br /&gt;Feel and show it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A poet as this&lt;br /&gt;Is hit or miss&lt;br /&gt;A treat or trick&lt;br /&gt;Agony or bliss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A poet of sorts&lt;br /&gt;A poet in kind&lt;br /&gt;A poet of poets&lt;br /&gt;A poet as this&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10314479-116839000970450173?l=creevepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/116839000970450173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10314479&amp;postID=116839000970450173&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/116839000970450173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/116839000970450173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/2007/01/poet-of-sorts.html' title='A Poet of Sorts'/><author><name>Caleb Reeve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10004170688708153579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ryg8t-8RKy0/SbG4_0kMR5I/AAAAAAAAAPc/PkJNoEYw3_U/S220/n503485329_2649840_939886.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10314479.post-110937385797000860</id><published>2011-11-27T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T00:19:00.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>14 Questions</title><content type='html'>What else do you want from me?&lt;br /&gt;What more do you want me to be?&lt;br /&gt;Are you never satisfied?&lt;br /&gt;Am I not justified?&lt;br /&gt;How can I comply?&lt;br /&gt;Why should I try?&lt;br /&gt;Who am I to you?&lt;br /&gt;What am I to do?&lt;br /&gt;Where are you taking me?&lt;br /&gt;Which face am I going to see?&lt;br /&gt;When will you just let me be?&lt;br /&gt;Did you even care for me?&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to sentence me?&lt;br /&gt;Isn’t this called slavery?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10314479-110937385797000860?l=creevepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/110937385797000860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10314479&amp;postID=110937385797000860&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/110937385797000860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/110937385797000860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/2005/03/14-questions.html' title='14 Questions'/><author><name>Caleb Reeve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10004170688708153579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ryg8t-8RKy0/SbG4_0kMR5I/AAAAAAAAAPc/PkJNoEYw3_U/S220/n503485329_2649840_939886.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10314479.post-110937381229499475</id><published>2011-11-26T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T00:19:14.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>22 Questions</title><content type='html'>Are you safe?&lt;br /&gt;Are you hurt?&lt;br /&gt;Are you mad?&lt;br /&gt;Is it not my place to wonder?&lt;br /&gt;Should I call it an early summer?&lt;br /&gt;You met someone?&lt;br /&gt;While you were gone?&lt;br /&gt;Is he the one?&lt;br /&gt;What was I?&lt;br /&gt;Welcome back?&lt;br /&gt;A spirit leader?&lt;br /&gt;A ‘go get ‘em kid!’?&lt;br /&gt;Is your phone dead?&lt;br /&gt;Why don’t you answer me?&lt;br /&gt;Did you forget me?&lt;br /&gt;Were you home that night?&lt;br /&gt;Did you lie?&lt;br /&gt;Why would you do that?&lt;br /&gt;How is it going to be?&lt;br /&gt;Just leave me be?&lt;br /&gt;What’s the deal?&lt;br /&gt;Who are you?&lt;br /&gt;Don’t answer that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10314479-110937381229499475?l=creevepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/110937381229499475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10314479&amp;postID=110937381229499475&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/110937381229499475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/110937381229499475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/2005/03/22-questions.html' title='22 Questions'/><author><name>Caleb Reeve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10004170688708153579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ryg8t-8RKy0/SbG4_0kMR5I/AAAAAAAAAPc/PkJNoEYw3_U/S220/n503485329_2649840_939886.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10314479.post-111757132887349249</id><published>2005-03-23T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T14:51:43.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5/28/05 9:39 p/m/ eastern</title><content type='html'>I know exactly what is about to happen&lt;br /&gt;It hasn’t been verified&lt;br /&gt;But most assuredly &lt;br /&gt;The signs point to no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She’ll say;&lt;br /&gt;Blame it on timing finally.&lt;br /&gt;I’m not ready.&lt;br /&gt;It doesn’t fit into my plan.&lt;br /&gt;I can’t stand the pain.&lt;br /&gt;It’s too soon.&lt;br /&gt;Not yet.&lt;br /&gt;I can’t get serious with anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile,&lt;br /&gt;I’m left desolate&lt;br /&gt;With a future&lt;br /&gt;As bright as the inside of a closed coffin&lt;br /&gt;Heartbroken&lt;br /&gt;Feeling worthless and unwanted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They’ll say;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t be so hard on yourself Caleb.&lt;br /&gt;Someone will come along.&lt;br /&gt;Your time will come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alone I think;&lt;br /&gt;NO!&lt;br /&gt;Not this time!&lt;br /&gt;But fighting back is useless&lt;br /&gt;And the truth is&lt;br /&gt;I can’t give you everything you want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'll tell you,&lt;br /&gt;I understand.&lt;br /&gt;Huh? No…I’m not mad.&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;I really do.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t worry about me.&lt;br /&gt;I’ll probably pull through&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10314479-111757132887349249?l=creevepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/111757132887349249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10314479&amp;postID=111757132887349249&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/111757132887349249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/111757132887349249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/2005/03/52805-939-pm-eastern.html' title='5/28/05 9:39 p/m/ eastern'/><author><name>Caleb Reeve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10004170688708153579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ryg8t-8RKy0/SbG4_0kMR5I/AAAAAAAAAPc/PkJNoEYw3_U/S220/n503485329_2649840_939886.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10314479.post-111757120116015583</id><published>2005-03-22T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T14:53:07.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Coward Dies a Million Deaths</title><content type='html'>Hide, run away when it gets hard&lt;br /&gt;Give up!  But savor the loss&lt;br /&gt;Agonize coward!&lt;br /&gt;How can you love when you take no chances?&lt;br /&gt;Fold.  Wait for a better hand.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t play the cards you’re dealt.&lt;br /&gt;How does it feel?&lt;br /&gt;Read how you felt before.&lt;br /&gt;It’s all there, right in front of you.&lt;br /&gt;The path has been worn.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t get desperate though.&lt;br /&gt;Fall back!  Retreat!&lt;br /&gt;Call off the attack.&lt;br /&gt;The wish of my heart is you liking me back.&lt;br /&gt;Alas, we’ll have none of that.&lt;br /&gt;To be so fortunate is something I lack.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10314479-111757120116015583?l=creevepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/111757120116015583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10314479&amp;postID=111757120116015583&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/111757120116015583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/111757120116015583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/2005/03/coward-dies-million-deaths.html' title='A Coward Dies a Million Deaths'/><author><name>Caleb Reeve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10004170688708153579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ryg8t-8RKy0/SbG4_0kMR5I/AAAAAAAAAPc/PkJNoEYw3_U/S220/n503485329_2649840_939886.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10314479.post-110937377405608808</id><published>2005-03-22T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T14:51:15.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Crooked Babbling Brooke</title><content type='html'>What, I’m not good enough? Do I give up?&lt;br /&gt;Close the door behind me?&lt;br /&gt;Well, the truth hurts.  And what is worse, it is blinding.&lt;br /&gt;Constantly reminding me, finding my weaknesses, hiding.&lt;br /&gt;Bringing me grief, stealing my peace, a thief.&lt;br /&gt;She a beauty, and me, the beast.&lt;br /&gt;These kinds of stories, with no happy ending, they adore me, they form me.&lt;br /&gt;No more pretending, lending me fantasies that can never be, only possibilities.&lt;br /&gt;My heart is adrift on random seas.&lt;br /&gt;Play me a heartbreak anthem please.&lt;br /&gt;I can’t breathe, with tendencies to grieve.&lt;br /&gt;She’s out of my league.&lt;br /&gt;It’s cold. I freeze.  Oh reality!&lt;br /&gt;My needs never met, bereft, upset.&lt;br /&gt;Yet, I can’t forget, or let go!&lt;br /&gt;Still, I know this is how it ends again.&lt;br /&gt;Lacking, never packing the total package though.&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be good enough for someone, somewhere, someday, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;I hope…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10314479-110937377405608808?l=creevepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/110937377405608808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10314479&amp;postID=110937377405608808&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/110937377405608808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/110937377405608808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/2005/03/crooked-babbling-brooke.html' title='A Crooked Babbling Brooke'/><author><name>Caleb Reeve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10004170688708153579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ryg8t-8RKy0/SbG4_0kMR5I/AAAAAAAAAPc/PkJNoEYw3_U/S220/n503485329_2649840_939886.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10314479.post-110937374273845342</id><published>2005-03-20T16:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T22:34:07.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Familiar Feeling</title><content type='html'>This is a familiar feeling…emptiness.&lt;br /&gt;Unsatisfied, sickly, writhing.&lt;br /&gt;My stomach twists, turns, and ties in knots.&lt;br /&gt;Every glance brings more agony.&lt;br /&gt;Mad at myself that this is happening.&lt;br /&gt;The foreshadowing finally fulfilled.&lt;br /&gt;I kept trying for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;It is not my time or season.&lt;br /&gt;In due time…in due time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pain over powers my hunger, and I am starving.&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things I desire.&lt;br /&gt;Love, attention, affection, oh to be whole.&lt;br /&gt;I am only half.&lt;br /&gt;None of these things feeding me.&lt;br /&gt;Never satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to know.&lt;br /&gt;I’d rather go on, so forth and so on.&lt;br /&gt;No one will mistreat me.&lt;br /&gt;Defeat me?  An impossibility!&lt;br /&gt;It will not happen.&lt;br /&gt;I will not give in easily.&lt;br /&gt;I am free to be as defiant as I’d like.&lt;br /&gt;You cannot hurt me, bruise me or break me.&lt;br /&gt;You will never make me or take me.&lt;br /&gt;So leave me be.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot be satisfied. I realize.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10314479-110937374273845342?l=creevepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/110937374273845342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10314479&amp;postID=110937374273845342&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/110937374273845342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/110937374273845342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/2005/03/familiar-feeling.html' title='A Familiar Feeling'/><author><name>Caleb Reeve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10004170688708153579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ryg8t-8RKy0/SbG4_0kMR5I/AAAAAAAAAPc/PkJNoEYw3_U/S220/n503485329_2649840_939886.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10314479.post-110937371030010259</id><published>2005-03-19T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T14:50:04.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Hermit for the Crab</title><content type='html'>Up to this point I’ve written a sad story.&lt;br /&gt;No love for life, no guts, no glory.&lt;br /&gt;Been mourning since morning,&lt;br /&gt;Clouds forming, rain pouring.&lt;br /&gt;Paint pictures of life storming.&lt;br /&gt;All around me I’m sounding astoundingly troubled.&lt;br /&gt;But no, I know, not faking it though.&lt;br /&gt;The things I have felt and dealt with are real. &lt;br /&gt;I said it because I meant it.&lt;br /&gt;And I meant what I said&lt;br /&gt;I have pled for years,&lt;br /&gt;Fled from fears,&lt;br /&gt;Shed some tears.&lt;br /&gt;And the time I’ve wasted to the moments I have tasted what it could be like.&lt;br /&gt;If life could be right, like I thought it might be.&lt;br /&gt;It’s likely it won’t be anything like I dreamed.&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes it seems that might not be a bad thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10314479-110937371030010259?l=creevepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/110937371030010259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10314479&amp;postID=110937371030010259&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/110937371030010259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/110937371030010259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/2005/03/hermit-for-crab.html' title='A Hermit for the Crab'/><author><name>Caleb Reeve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10004170688708153579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ryg8t-8RKy0/SbG4_0kMR5I/AAAAAAAAAPc/PkJNoEYw3_U/S220/n503485329_2649840_939886.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10314479.post-110937366999289515</id><published>2005-03-18T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T14:49:38.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Life Like This</title><content type='html'>It feels dark and man I’m lonely&lt;br /&gt;Wishing I could find someone that wants to hold me&lt;br /&gt;Holding back my emotion&lt;br /&gt;Trying to be controlling &lt;br /&gt;Is anybody out there to console me?&lt;br /&gt;I see the pages turn&lt;br /&gt;But the story is not unfolding&lt;br /&gt;I’m free but held captive&lt;br /&gt;And no one told me&lt;br /&gt;Life would be like this&lt;br /&gt;I’m in love with a fantasy&lt;br /&gt;With no way of managing&lt;br /&gt;To bring it to reality&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10314479-110937366999289515?l=creevepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/110937366999289515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10314479&amp;postID=110937366999289515&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/110937366999289515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/110937366999289515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/2005/03/life-like-this.html' title='A Life Like This'/><author><name>Caleb Reeve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10004170688708153579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ryg8t-8RKy0/SbG4_0kMR5I/AAAAAAAAAPc/PkJNoEYw3_U/S220/n503485329_2649840_939886.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10314479.post-110937363411588810</id><published>2005-03-17T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T14:49:01.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Simple Conversation</title><content type='html'>1. So I guess this means you re leaving me.&lt;br /&gt;2. Of course it does. Can you blame me?&lt;br /&gt;1. No, I get it, it all makes sense now.&lt;br /&gt;2. It does? Tell me how. &lt;br /&gt;1. Well what else should I expect?&lt;br /&gt;2. Nothing, that is why this is it.&lt;br /&gt;1. I am a total fool.&lt;br /&gt;2. Stop talking, I’m sick of listening to you. &lt;br /&gt;1. Fine, but know that this happened for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;2. Because in our relationship you committed treason.&lt;br /&gt;1. That’s cold, it was nothing like that.&lt;br /&gt;2. What was it then, a trap?&lt;br /&gt;1. No, it was the easiest way out.&lt;br /&gt;2. You wanted out?&lt;br /&gt;1. What…as if you didn’t know?&lt;br /&gt;2. I had no idea, is this a joke?&lt;br /&gt;1. I hope not.  But if it was…&lt;br /&gt;2. Don’t finish that thought because…&lt;br /&gt;1. Because you don’t want to hear the truth.&lt;br /&gt;2. The truth? What has gotten into you?&lt;br /&gt;1. Into me? Maybe you should ask yourself that question.&lt;br /&gt;2. Are you trying to get a confession?&lt;br /&gt;1. No, I know all about you.&lt;br /&gt;2. So what does this say about you?&lt;br /&gt;1. Don’t turn this on me.&lt;br /&gt;2. Oh, so now its all on me?&lt;br /&gt;1. You got that right.&lt;br /&gt;2. This has been a crazy night.&lt;br /&gt;1. Yeah, too bad for you I’m still leaving you.&lt;br /&gt;2. No I was leaving you.&lt;br /&gt;1. Oh yea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10314479-110937363411588810?l=creevepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/110937363411588810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10314479&amp;postID=110937363411588810&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/110937363411588810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/110937363411588810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/2005/03/simple-conversation.html' title='A Simple Conversation'/><author><name>Caleb Reeve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10004170688708153579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ryg8t-8RKy0/SbG4_0kMR5I/AAAAAAAAAPc/PkJNoEYw3_U/S220/n503485329_2649840_939886.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10314479.post-111873223044522039</id><published>2005-03-16T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T14:48:25.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Summation of Love</title><content type='html'>I will sum up my search for love as such&lt;br /&gt;I frantically rush&lt;br /&gt;And end up&lt;br /&gt;Hurt so badly I wish I never had tried to love so much&lt;br /&gt;I play mind games &lt;br /&gt;In a mind frame&lt;br /&gt;That invites pain&lt;br /&gt;I play these games on myself&lt;br /&gt;If wasted feelings were money&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t measure the wealth&lt;br /&gt;I’d be so rich &lt;br /&gt;All of the women would want me&lt;br /&gt;Funny how that works&lt;br /&gt;Actually it is absurd&lt;br /&gt;It’s the truest stupidest thing I have ever heard&lt;br /&gt;Boy I have a way with words&lt;br /&gt;But this is about my record&lt;br /&gt;It’s checkered&lt;br /&gt;Not like a finish line flag winning&lt;br /&gt;But like a driver that was leading &lt;br /&gt;Crashing, blowing the certain lead, grinning&lt;br /&gt;I constantly try and fail&lt;br /&gt;In spectacular fashion&lt;br /&gt;Smashing my dreams at last again&lt;br /&gt;My passion is overwhelming, overbearing&lt;br /&gt;Attraction brings about distraction&lt;br /&gt;I am affectionate&lt;br /&gt;I touch and feel my way around&lt;br /&gt;The words and sounds of love mean nothing to me&lt;br /&gt;Show me, prove it, love me or lose it &lt;br /&gt;Actions speak louder than words&lt;br /&gt;Words are a shallow grave&lt;br /&gt;That in time, days&lt;br /&gt;Does nothing to preserve, only decay&lt;br /&gt;This is my summation of love&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I’d be so lucky&lt;br /&gt;To have some one trust me &lt;br /&gt;Enough to take me away to a place &lt;br /&gt;For forever and a day&lt;br /&gt;And love me &lt;br /&gt;The way I need to be loved&lt;br /&gt;I’d love you truly&lt;br /&gt;Deeply sweetly&lt;br /&gt;Forever&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10314479-111873223044522039?l=creevepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/111873223044522039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10314479&amp;postID=111873223044522039&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/111873223044522039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/111873223044522039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/2005/03/summation-of-love.html' title='A Summation of Love'/><author><name>Caleb Reeve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10004170688708153579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ryg8t-8RKy0/SbG4_0kMR5I/AAAAAAAAAPc/PkJNoEYw3_U/S220/n503485329_2649840_939886.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10314479.post-110937358472202016</id><published>2005-03-15T16:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T10:50:49.007-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Sweet Dream</title><content type='html'>Verbalize the thought of my pen&lt;br /&gt;You better start listening in&lt;br /&gt;Simply wishing with in &lt;br /&gt;I could release a gem&lt;br /&gt;And spend my means to an end&lt;br /&gt;Not giving in ‘til I win&lt;br /&gt;Sending sin in a spin&lt;br /&gt;My frustrations begin&lt;br /&gt;Lending my eye to look in&lt;br /&gt;Deep within my soul&lt;br /&gt;My actions taking a toll.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like writing a rhyme&lt;br /&gt;It’s time to go and get mine&lt;br /&gt;It’s like I’m living a lie&lt;br /&gt;Just trying to give you a line&lt;br /&gt;My brain is done fried&lt;br /&gt;And I’m tired of life&lt;br /&gt;Look at my eyes&lt;br /&gt;See the pain that’s inside&lt;br /&gt;I’ve tried and failed&lt;br /&gt;Repeatedly failed&lt;br /&gt;Miserably&lt;br /&gt;Please show me the door&lt;br /&gt;Kick me out&lt;br /&gt;I’m burnt out&lt;br /&gt;I’ve turned out&lt;br /&gt;Time and again&lt;br /&gt;Short of the goals &lt;br /&gt;That I set &lt;br /&gt;And its cold&lt;br /&gt;Send me away&lt;br /&gt;Far away &lt;br /&gt;So I can play&lt;br /&gt;And stay away&lt;br /&gt;From the people I hate&lt;br /&gt;And make way for new games&lt;br /&gt;And new names&lt;br /&gt;A new pain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10314479-110937358472202016?l=creevepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/110937358472202016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10314479&amp;postID=110937358472202016&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/110937358472202016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/110937358472202016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/2005/03/sweet-dream.html' title='A Sweet Dream'/><author><name>Caleb Reeve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10004170688708153579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ryg8t-8RKy0/SbG4_0kMR5I/AAAAAAAAAPc/PkJNoEYw3_U/S220/n503485329_2649840_939886.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10314479.post-110937353168328397</id><published>2005-03-15T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T14:47:43.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A We</title><content type='html'>How could it be that she&lt;br /&gt;Could possibly captivate me&lt;br /&gt;Me the untouchable fiend&lt;br /&gt;The lively being&lt;br /&gt;I’ve seen the day &lt;br /&gt;The way the means&lt;br /&gt;A wishful dream&lt;br /&gt;An unlikely scene&lt;br /&gt;That she wants me&lt;br /&gt;I look and see, a we&lt;br /&gt;My heart is stone&lt;br /&gt;To outside faces&lt;br /&gt;Abandoned places alone&lt;br /&gt;I find my way home&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10314479-110937353168328397?l=creevepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/110937353168328397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10314479&amp;postID=110937353168328397&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/110937353168328397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/110937353168328397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/2005/03/we.html' title='A We'/><author><name>Caleb Reeve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10004170688708153579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ryg8t-8RKy0/SbG4_0kMR5I/AAAAAAAAAPc/PkJNoEYw3_U/S220/n503485329_2649840_939886.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10314479.post-110937349413840118</id><published>2005-03-14T16:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T14:47:19.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Year Late</title><content type='html'>I could have written this a year ago&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t though.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, from somewhere,&lt;br /&gt;You appear to me&lt;br /&gt;Where you come from&lt;br /&gt;Where you go &lt;br /&gt;I do not know&lt;br /&gt;It makes me think now&lt;br /&gt;What if we had stuff to talk about?&lt;br /&gt;If maybe somehow you would open up to me&lt;br /&gt;A whole new world to see&lt;br /&gt;How would that be?&lt;br /&gt;I must say that I don’t mind&lt;br /&gt;Looking at you is easy on the eyes&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes your cheeks&lt;br /&gt;Your mouth your teeth&lt;br /&gt;You work you read&lt;br /&gt;You dance you ski&lt;br /&gt;You don’t know it, but you are perfect for me&lt;br /&gt;You are just what I need&lt;br /&gt;Too bad I am not your type&lt;br /&gt;Ah yes Caleb, welcome back to real life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10314479-110937349413840118?l=creevepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/110937349413840118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10314479&amp;postID=110937349413840118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/110937349413840118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/110937349413840118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/2005/03/year-late.html' title='A Year Late'/><author><name>Caleb Reeve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10004170688708153579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ryg8t-8RKy0/SbG4_0kMR5I/AAAAAAAAAPc/PkJNoEYw3_U/S220/n503485329_2649840_939886.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10314479.post-110937345929373644</id><published>2005-03-13T16:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T14:45:22.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All in the Same Night</title><content type='html'>How I miss you&lt;br /&gt;I barely know you&lt;br /&gt;It feels right&lt;br /&gt;I thought I saw it in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Was it only me that imagined we could be?&lt;br /&gt;I don’t even know you&lt;br /&gt;I can’t get you out of my head&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to&lt;br /&gt;I remember your smile&lt;br /&gt;Like I have known it all my life&lt;br /&gt;I love how your eyes squint when you smile&lt;br /&gt;I look into your eyes &lt;br /&gt;And I wish it could be just you and me&lt;br /&gt;Wow.&lt;br /&gt;I really like you and I can’t stop now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You made me feel more emotion in one night then the rest of my life combined&lt;br /&gt;When we stared into each other’s eyes, &lt;br /&gt;A comfortable silence&lt;br /&gt;No words need be spoken&lt;br /&gt;A look is all it takes&lt;br /&gt;You have no idea what my mind is like since that first night&lt;br /&gt;I want to cry&lt;br /&gt;So simple our words&lt;br /&gt;How deep our gaze&lt;br /&gt;I could write a thousand pages but my words aren’t enough&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could express my feelings better&lt;br /&gt;But I lack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was too easy&lt;br /&gt;It is too good to be true&lt;br /&gt;After all, that first night was the only time I’ve talked to you&lt;br /&gt;Now my head spins, my soul aches, my heartbreaks&lt;br /&gt;And all I want to know is if you feel the same way&lt;br /&gt;How did I let this happen?&lt;br /&gt;And now, only heaven knows how this will turn out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10314479-110937345929373644?l=creevepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/110937345929373644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10314479&amp;postID=110937345929373644&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/110937345929373644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/110937345929373644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/2005/03/all-in-same-night.html' title='All in the Same Night'/><author><name>Caleb Reeve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10004170688708153579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ryg8t-8RKy0/SbG4_0kMR5I/AAAAAAAAAPc/PkJNoEYw3_U/S220/n503485329_2649840_939886.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10314479.post-110937342487549555</id><published>2005-03-12T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T14:44:59.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Always</title><content type='html'>Always.&lt;br /&gt;Typical.&lt;br /&gt;Of course.&lt;br /&gt;I’m such a fool to think&lt;br /&gt;Anything that good, could happen to me&lt;br /&gt;I’m never that lucky&lt;br /&gt;My fortune is never&lt;br /&gt;Don’t expect it to ever be&lt;br /&gt;No.  no, never me.&lt;br /&gt;Hope dashed to pieces again&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to start over&lt;br /&gt;No strength to begin&lt;br /&gt;It hurts too much to love&lt;br /&gt;Especially when it is known&lt;br /&gt;I will always be alone&lt;br /&gt;Always.&lt;br /&gt;Typical.&lt;br /&gt;Of course.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10314479-110937342487549555?l=creevepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/110937342487549555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10314479&amp;postID=110937342487549555&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/110937342487549555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/110937342487549555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/2005/03/always.html' title='Always'/><author><name>Caleb Reeve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10004170688708153579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ryg8t-8RKy0/SbG4_0kMR5I/AAAAAAAAAPc/PkJNoEYw3_U/S220/n503485329_2649840_939886.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10314479.post-110937339667134103</id><published>2005-03-11T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T14:44:20.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Be a Man</title><content type='html'>I thought I could do it, but I can’t&lt;br /&gt;I’m not a strong enough man&lt;br /&gt;I have to do something&lt;br /&gt;Both of my options make me lose&lt;br /&gt;One way or the other&lt;br /&gt;I can’t do nothing for sure&lt;br /&gt;My mind needs to cool off&lt;br /&gt;I am a retard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10314479-110937339667134103?l=creevepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/110937339667134103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10314479&amp;postID=110937339667134103&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/110937339667134103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/110937339667134103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/2005/03/be-man.html' title='Be a Man'/><author><name>Caleb Reeve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10004170688708153579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ryg8t-8RKy0/SbG4_0kMR5I/AAAAAAAAAPc/PkJNoEYw3_U/S220/n503485329_2649840_939886.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10314479.post-1496221272272602133</id><published>2005-03-11T05:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T16:22:08.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bear You Up</title><content type='html'>I can’t imagine what you feel. All of your fears surround you.&lt;br /&gt;As the world comes crashing down, all around you.&lt;br /&gt;If I could take away the pain, heap it on my shoulders,&lt;br /&gt;If I could switch around the pieces so it changed the picture,&lt;br /&gt;I would bear those burdens for you.&lt;br /&gt;I would take it all.&lt;br /&gt;I would try to fix it and leave you quietly in peace.&lt;br /&gt;You would never have to hurt this way.&lt;br /&gt;You would never have to feel the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this is out of my hands Love.&lt;br /&gt;Still, I will do anything in my power to heal,&lt;br /&gt;Anything to save, anything to help, I pray&lt;br /&gt;Someone as brave as you, as strong, as good, and true&lt;br /&gt;Your tears do not fall unnoticed.&lt;br /&gt;Your prayers are heard and noted.&lt;br /&gt;You are loved, my Love.&lt;br /&gt;You are surrounded and angels will bear you up.&lt;br /&gt;I am here, your friend through it all.&lt;br /&gt;I will be here, near if you need me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10314479-1496221272272602133?l=creevepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/1496221272272602133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10314479&amp;postID=1496221272272602133&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/1496221272272602133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/1496221272272602133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/2005/03/bear-you-up.html' title='Bear You Up'/><author><name>Caleb Reeve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10004170688708153579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ryg8t-8RKy0/SbG4_0kMR5I/AAAAAAAAAPc/PkJNoEYw3_U/S220/n503485329_2649840_939886.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10314479.post-110937334958827224</id><published>2005-03-10T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T14:43:57.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Still!</title><content type='html'>I can’t say anything because I might loose everything.&lt;br /&gt;I have to do something, one thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t believe this!&lt;br /&gt;Something worth waiting for! Living for!&lt;br /&gt;Something to change me, from man to baby.&lt;br /&gt;Get with the program and love this lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can she not see that we could be&lt;br /&gt;The most perfect match. Attached at the hips.&lt;br /&gt;I wish.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one day, someday, we could be together.&lt;br /&gt;She’s still dealing with heartbreak, pain, and closure.&lt;br /&gt;Keep my composure.  &lt;br /&gt;Slow down! Be still! Have patience, complacent.&lt;br /&gt;I can see so clearly like its right in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;But hold on, wait, this is a test.&lt;br /&gt;Be my best.&lt;br /&gt;I can’t rest!&lt;br /&gt;She is on my mind constantly.&lt;br /&gt;She haunts me.  Be still!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10314479-110937334958827224?l=creevepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/110937334958827224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10314479&amp;postID=110937334958827224&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/110937334958827224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/110937334958827224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/2005/03/be-still.html' title='Be Still!'/><author><name>Caleb Reeve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10004170688708153579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ryg8t-8RKy0/SbG4_0kMR5I/AAAAAAAAAPc/PkJNoEYw3_U/S220/n503485329_2649840_939886.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10314479.post-110937331722936760</id><published>2005-03-09T16:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T14:41:31.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brooke 7/23/2003</title><content type='html'>I don’t know how to handle what I am going through&lt;br /&gt;It is new to me&lt;br /&gt;So confusing&lt;br /&gt;I’m confusing you, I can tell&lt;br /&gt;You’re going through something&lt;br /&gt;I should be there to show you I care&lt;br /&gt;But I’m not there&lt;br /&gt;My situation won’t allow it&lt;br /&gt;My awkwardness is killing this&lt;br /&gt;And I am letting it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10314479-110937331722936760?l=creevepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/110937331722936760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10314479&amp;postID=110937331722936760&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/110937331722936760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/110937331722936760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/2005/03/brooke-7232003.html' title='Brooke 7/23/2003'/><author><name>Caleb Reeve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10004170688708153579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ryg8t-8RKy0/SbG4_0kMR5I/AAAAAAAAAPc/PkJNoEYw3_U/S220/n503485329_2649840_939886.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10314479.post-111757126682697161</id><published>2005-03-08T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T14:40:25.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can You Feel My Pain?</title><content type='html'>Can you feel my pain?&lt;br /&gt;The heartache, the heartbreak…&lt;br /&gt;Inside my mind&lt;br /&gt;The restless evenings&lt;br /&gt;Incarcerated feelings, the wanting, the pleading…&lt;br /&gt;Inside my mind&lt;br /&gt;Beyond reasonable doubting&lt;br /&gt;In silence shouting,&lt;br /&gt;“Can you feel my pain?”&lt;br /&gt;Sense it, engulfing me&lt;br /&gt;Surrounding, drowning me…&lt;br /&gt;Inside my mind&lt;br /&gt;Never certain, I’m sure of it.&lt;br /&gt;Blind is love&lt;br /&gt;And so hard to find&lt;br /&gt;At least for now…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10314479-111757126682697161?l=creevepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/111757126682697161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10314479&amp;postID=111757126682697161&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/111757126682697161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/111757126682697161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/2005/03/can-you-feel-my-pain.html' title='Can You Feel My Pain?'/><author><name>Caleb Reeve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10004170688708153579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ryg8t-8RKy0/SbG4_0kMR5I/AAAAAAAAAPc/PkJNoEYw3_U/S220/n503485329_2649840_939886.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10314479.post-116409090468636212</id><published>2005-03-07T23:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T21:10:20.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Closer than I Am</title><content type='html'>I want to be so badly where you are&lt;br /&gt;But you are too far from me now&lt;br /&gt;I want to somehow&lt;br /&gt;Stand where you stand&lt;br /&gt;My hand in your hand&lt;br /&gt;Your breath on my neck&lt;br /&gt;Your arms around me&lt;br /&gt;Your gaze upon me&lt;br /&gt;But I am here longing&lt;br /&gt;I am here waiting for you tonight&lt;br /&gt;And I will wait forever if I have to&lt;br /&gt;Just so I can have you&lt;br /&gt;All to myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be so badly where you are&lt;br /&gt;But you are too far from me now&lt;br /&gt;I want to somehow&lt;br /&gt;My heart in your grip&lt;br /&gt;Embracing with locked lips&lt;br /&gt;Your tears on my cheek&lt;br /&gt;So close we can't speak&lt;br /&gt;Only whispers&lt;br /&gt;and you can feel the words&lt;br /&gt;Slip right off my tongue&lt;br /&gt;But I am here longing&lt;br /&gt;I am here waiting for you tonight&lt;br /&gt;And I will wait forever if I have to&lt;br /&gt;Just so I can have you&lt;br /&gt;All to myself&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10314479-116409090468636212?l=creevepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/116409090468636212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10314479&amp;postID=116409090468636212&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/116409090468636212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/116409090468636212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/2005/03/closer-than-i-am.html' title='Closer than I Am'/><author><name>Caleb Reeve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10004170688708153579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ryg8t-8RKy0/SbG4_0kMR5I/AAAAAAAAAPc/PkJNoEYw3_U/S220/n503485329_2649840_939886.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10314479.post-110937327835369632</id><published>2005-03-07T16:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T14:38:31.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdown</title><content type='html'>Stuck inside                                                &lt;br /&gt;Is there any way out?&lt;br /&gt;I can’t let this slide&lt;br /&gt;I stop to wonder why&lt;br /&gt;I am out of place&lt;br /&gt;Trapped&lt;br /&gt;Weathered by time and sick of it&lt;br /&gt;Something has got to change&lt;br /&gt;I can’t explain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In here &lt;br /&gt;There is nothing I want&lt;br /&gt;Got to get out&lt;br /&gt;Got to get this to stop&lt;br /&gt;In here&lt;br /&gt;Is there no escape?&lt;br /&gt;Caught in red tape&lt;br /&gt;I’m stuck in the wake of monotony&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to get out&lt;br /&gt;I’ve done that before&lt;br /&gt;But every handle I find is missing a door&lt;br /&gt;Caged up and held down&lt;br /&gt;Oppressed by my living&lt;br /&gt;People offer me rides&lt;br /&gt;But they won’t come get me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m just taking up space&lt;br /&gt;Just wasting my time and money&lt;br /&gt;I laugh cause to me this is funny&lt;br /&gt;How can it come down to this?&lt;br /&gt;No more excuses&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want explosions but there are too many lit fuses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much pain; &lt;br /&gt;Too many bumps and bruises &lt;br /&gt;I can’t forget.  &lt;br /&gt;I only regret&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want a part of what this is the start of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bound by contract &lt;br /&gt;The deed to my soul&lt;br /&gt;A sinner at heart &lt;br /&gt;A puppet is my role&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to some I am a leader but to me I am sold&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10314479-110937327835369632?l=creevepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/110937327835369632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10314479&amp;postID=110937327835369632&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/110937327835369632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/110937327835369632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/2005/03/countdown.html' title='Countdown'/><author><name>Caleb Reeve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10004170688708153579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ryg8t-8RKy0/SbG4_0kMR5I/AAAAAAAAAPc/PkJNoEYw3_U/S220/n503485329_2649840_939886.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10314479.post-111873214183088964</id><published>2005-03-06T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T14:38:04.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crushed</title><content type='html'>Crushed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a crush.  &lt;br /&gt;Being crushed.&lt;br /&gt;You get one.&lt;br /&gt;Then you get it.&lt;br /&gt;I can’t pursue something that inevitably won’t work.&lt;br /&gt;I can’t get deeper in it.&lt;br /&gt;I can’t deal with the hurt.&lt;br /&gt;I’m not afraid of commitment.&lt;br /&gt;I’m afraid of the separation.&lt;br /&gt;It’s the break up I can’t handle.&lt;br /&gt;If I commit, I stay that way.&lt;br /&gt;I hold on too tightly.&lt;br /&gt;So I can’t be involved.&lt;br /&gt;I get involved though.&lt;br /&gt;I feel too much.&lt;br /&gt;I fear too much.&lt;br /&gt;I think about it.&lt;br /&gt;I write about it.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t talk about it really.&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn’t know what to say.&lt;br /&gt;I’m scared and I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;I know it won’t work.&lt;br /&gt;I can’t let go.&lt;br /&gt;Even though I should.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to.&lt;br /&gt;I want it to work.&lt;br /&gt;Relationships aren’t found.&lt;br /&gt;They are made.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know that recipe.&lt;br /&gt;I have to go.&lt;br /&gt;My laundry is done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10314479-111873214183088964?l=creevepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/111873214183088964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10314479&amp;postID=111873214183088964&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/111873214183088964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/111873214183088964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/2005/03/crushed.html' title='Crushed'/><author><name>Caleb Reeve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10004170688708153579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ryg8t-8RKy0/SbG4_0kMR5I/AAAAAAAAAPc/PkJNoEYw3_U/S220/n503485329_2649840_939886.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10314479.post-114974358718892752</id><published>2005-03-05T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T10:50:11.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Desert Lands</title><content type='html'>This truely is a desert.&lt;br /&gt;Abandoned.  Deserted.  Desolate.  Barren. &lt;br /&gt;Its not easy to live, to exist. &lt;br /&gt;Yet despite knowing this, &lt;br /&gt;I journey in.  I do not resist. &lt;br /&gt;With cantene depleating&lt;br /&gt;And no thoughts of retreating,&lt;br /&gt;only humbling feelings. &lt;br /&gt;I'm not the explorer I dreamed I'd be. &lt;br /&gt;A fleeting dream of succeeding immediately. &lt;br /&gt;Its hard.  Its hard to Be. &lt;br /&gt;The oasis I need is avoiding me. &lt;br /&gt;In some time I'll find one. &lt;br /&gt;Until then I will ration my supplies&lt;br /&gt;and try to last through the desert skies. &lt;br /&gt;The seemingly endless sand. &lt;br /&gt;Cold bitter nights. &lt;br /&gt;Scorching sun and relentless heat. &lt;br /&gt;Though I'm facing defeat,&lt;br /&gt;I cannot retreat,&lt;br /&gt;choosing instead to rise to my feet. &lt;br /&gt;That one day release from this tedious feat&lt;br /&gt;will be my prize.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10314479-114974358718892752?l=creevepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/114974358718892752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ryg8t-8RKy0/SbG4_0kMR5I/AAAAAAAAAPc/PkJNoEYw3_U/S220/n503485329_2649840_939886.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10314479.post-110937319971442422</id><published>2005-03-05T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T10:53:31.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Done</title><content type='html'>I’m going to get hurt&lt;br /&gt;I know it is true&lt;br /&gt;I can feel it&lt;br /&gt;I’m in too deep&lt;br /&gt;I care too much&lt;br /&gt;I can see it&lt;br /&gt;From the beginning&lt;br /&gt;The moment I saw you&lt;br /&gt;I was hopeless.&lt;br /&gt;Done.&lt;br /&gt;It was over&lt;br /&gt;Going against everything&lt;br /&gt;I’d change anything&lt;br /&gt;Give up everything for you&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know why&lt;br /&gt;But I would&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn’t think twice&lt;br /&gt;It’s done&lt;br /&gt;I’m hopeless around you&lt;br /&gt;Totally vulnerable&lt;br /&gt;It hurts to care so much so soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10314479-110937319971442422?l=creevepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/110937319971442422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10314479&amp;postID=110937319971442422&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/110937319971442422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/110937319971442422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/2005/03/done.html' title='Done'/><author><name>Caleb Reeve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10004170688708153579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ryg8t-8RKy0/SbG4_0kMR5I/AAAAAAAAAPc/PkJNoEYw3_U/S220/n503485329_2649840_939886.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10314479.post-4850041999296265034</id><published>2005-03-04T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T10:41:39.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Down By the Shore</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ryg8t-8RKy0/Rlcfkp4ZGVI/AAAAAAAAAAc/vJuXbBKnnUI/s1600-h/IMG_0092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068554620206913874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ryg8t-8RKy0/Rlcfkp4ZGVI/AAAAAAAAAAc/vJuXbBKnnUI/s200/IMG_0092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We made our way in the darkness,&lt;br /&gt;Down the path and steps&lt;br /&gt;Towards a sandy beach below that awaited us, we crept&lt;br /&gt;The fire burning in our hearts was enough to keep us warm&lt;br /&gt;Yet we were met, a fire left burning, flickering on the shore&lt;br /&gt;As strong waves crashed and stars filled the sky&lt;br /&gt;We stood in the sand in the moonless night &lt;br /&gt;We walked towards the sound of breaking swells &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Breathing in the ocean's air, love had cast its spell&lt;br /&gt;Hand in hand; then eye-to-eye &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ryg8t-8RKy0/RlcfYJ4ZGUI/AAAAAAAAAAU/feTLk5HCaQ8/s1600-h/IMG_0168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068554405458549058" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ryg8t-8RKy0/RlcfYJ4ZGUI/AAAAAAAAAAU/feTLk5HCaQ8/s200/IMG_0168.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then lip to lip and finally a kiss&lt;br /&gt;Cherishing the moments, I held you by the fire's side&lt;br /&gt;Holding to each other closely, shooting stars sparked the sky&lt;br /&gt;Clinging to the seconds, pleading as they passed&lt;br /&gt;To slow them down forever, so this night might last&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10314479-4850041999296265034?l=creevepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/4850041999296265034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10314479&amp;postID=4850041999296265034&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/4850041999296265034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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you dare to?&lt;br /&gt;Could you bear to?&lt;br /&gt;When do I get my revenge?&lt;br /&gt;I can hear you whispering&lt;br /&gt;You are not a mystery&lt;br /&gt;Now it’s my turn to offend&lt;br /&gt;When I hear you care for me&lt;br /&gt;I go run and hide away&lt;br /&gt;Right away&lt;br /&gt;I cannot stay&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn’t even say&lt;br /&gt;What I’m about to say&lt;br /&gt;You brought me to my knees&lt;br /&gt;And made me beg&lt;br /&gt;Toyed with my head&lt;br /&gt;When you said you loved me&lt;br /&gt;Lies, deceit, you cheated me&lt;br /&gt;Out of time&lt;br /&gt;You wasted mine&lt;br /&gt;Spending it on you&lt;br /&gt;I can never have it back&lt;br /&gt;Why did you do that?&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to see you&lt;br /&gt;Looking at you makes my stomach weak&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn’t speak&lt;br /&gt;But it’s a little late for that&lt;br /&gt;I don’t ever want you back&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10314479-110937324146861168?l=creevepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/110937324146861168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10314479&amp;postID=110937324146861168&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/110937324146861168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/110937324146861168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/2005/03/do-you-dare-to.html' title='Do You Dare To?'/><author><name>Caleb Reeve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10004170688708153579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ryg8t-8RKy0/SbG4_0kMR5I/AAAAAAAAAPc/PkJNoEYw3_U/S220/n503485329_2649840_939886.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10314479.post-111318917798772822</id><published>2005-03-03T16:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T14:53:47.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>As far as dreams go, mine are impossible.&lt;br /&gt;Reach for the sky, another obstacle.&lt;br /&gt;Hands held high, hope is there beside.&lt;br /&gt;But my minds eye sees so much lost time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dream for things.&lt;br /&gt;Dreams I could only dream about happening.&lt;br /&gt;Reveling in sleep.&lt;br /&gt;This is my time, my thirsty drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have dreams, but only on good days.&lt;br /&gt;Good times, reflecting in pools of rhymes.&lt;br /&gt;Heart beats, a rapid pace.&lt;br /&gt;A familiar face, a distant place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming.  I see you.&lt;br /&gt;No dream could be you.&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming to see you.&lt;br /&gt;I’m awake...I must wait to see you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10314479-111318917798772822?l=creevepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/111318917798772822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10314479&amp;postID=111318917798772822&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/111318917798772822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/111318917798772822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/2005/03/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>Caleb Reeve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10004170688708153579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ryg8t-8RKy0/SbG4_0kMR5I/AAAAAAAAAPc/PkJNoEYw3_U/S220/n503485329_2649840_939886.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10314479.post-110937317124903390</id><published>2005-03-02T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T14:36:22.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dying</title><content type='html'>You think I slept last night?&lt;br /&gt;I was too busy fighting tears back&lt;br /&gt;Racking my brain, what moves to make?&lt;br /&gt;How do I deal with this?&lt;br /&gt;Chaos.  I’m sorry this isn’t fair&lt;br /&gt;But I don’t think you know&lt;br /&gt;I don’t think you care&lt;br /&gt;If you knew what I was thinking&lt;br /&gt;If you could read my mind&lt;br /&gt;You’d think I was crazy&lt;br /&gt;But you don’t have the time&lt;br /&gt;But instead I lie awake and contemplate&lt;br /&gt;Debate and state out loud the decisions that I make&lt;br /&gt;No one around to hear my hearts complaint&lt;br /&gt;This is probably not a big deal for you&lt;br /&gt;It has tossed me to and fro&lt;br /&gt;If I could just let it go&lt;br /&gt;I could be free&lt;br /&gt;That is what I want to be&lt;br /&gt;My mind is a jail&lt;br /&gt;I have no key&lt;br /&gt;Someone didn’t give it back to me&lt;br /&gt;Escape is my hope&lt;br /&gt;Presently I am in prison&lt;br /&gt;No parole. Without a sentence&lt;br /&gt;Time does not bring comfort&lt;br /&gt;It allows poisoned thoughts&lt;br /&gt;This has all been self-inflicted&lt;br /&gt;It is with you that I’m infected&lt;br /&gt;This is killing me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10314479-110937317124903390?l=creevepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/110937317124903390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10314479&amp;postID=110937317124903390&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/110937317124903390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/110937317124903390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/2005/03/dying.html' title='Dying'/><author><name>Caleb Reeve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10004170688708153579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ryg8t-8RKy0/SbG4_0kMR5I/AAAAAAAAAPc/PkJNoEYw3_U/S220/n503485329_2649840_939886.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10314479.post-110937314623602626</id><published>2005-03-01T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T14:35:59.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Each New Day</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I find time winds so slow&lt;br /&gt;Day after day I take blow after blow&lt;br /&gt;And I know as I go down this long road&lt;br /&gt;I may one day comprehend the end though&lt;br /&gt;That gives hope and heart to start each new day&lt;br /&gt;And live to give sight and sleep each night away&lt;br /&gt;Knowing the sun will rise and bring glory in its ray&lt;br /&gt;You can say each day my life will change in a new way&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10314479-110937314623602626?l=creevepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/110937314623602626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10314479&amp;postID=110937314623602626&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/110937314623602626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/110937314623602626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/2005/03/each-new-day.html' title='Each New Day'/><author><name>Caleb Reeve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10004170688708153579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ryg8t-8RKy0/SbG4_0kMR5I/AAAAAAAAAPc/PkJNoEYw3_U/S220/n503485329_2649840_939886.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10314479.post-111431443653464283</id><published>2005-02-28T16:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T14:35:37.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Empty Shells</title><content type='html'>She holds me in check&lt;br /&gt;What will I get?&lt;br /&gt;No ideas of what to expect&lt;br /&gt;Except those eyes, and that smile&lt;br /&gt;That tears down my defenses&lt;br /&gt;Relentless&lt;br /&gt;She doesn’t even know&lt;br /&gt;How my insides curl&lt;br /&gt;I’m tied in knots&lt;br /&gt;I try to play it cool&lt;br /&gt;Make her laugh&lt;br /&gt;Give her subtle clues&lt;br /&gt;So she laughs and I love hearing it&lt;br /&gt;Clues, I give them&lt;br /&gt;I’m so smitten&lt;br /&gt;Trying to see inside&lt;br /&gt;What is she really like?&lt;br /&gt;So many sides&lt;br /&gt;Does she have one for me?&lt;br /&gt;I might like what I see&lt;br /&gt;So, nervously, I proceed with caution&lt;br /&gt;Most often though,&lt;br /&gt;I’m lost in waves of emotion&lt;br /&gt;Blinding exhaustion &lt;br /&gt;Clouding my view&lt;br /&gt;Treading this awesome ocean for you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10314479-111431443653464283?l=creevepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/111431443653464283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10314479&amp;postID=111431443653464283&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/111431443653464283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/111431443653464283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/2005/02/empty-shells.html' title='Empty Shells'/><author><name>Caleb Reeve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10004170688708153579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ryg8t-8RKy0/SbG4_0kMR5I/AAAAAAAAAPc/PkJNoEYw3_U/S220/n503485329_2649840_939886.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10314479.post-111757136200473993</id><published>2005-02-27T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T14:35:15.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear and Trembling</title><content type='html'>I’m never scared to fly&lt;br /&gt;But I am nervous today&lt;br /&gt;I never had something to lose&lt;br /&gt;I still don’t&lt;br /&gt;But I wish I did&lt;br /&gt;And that is enough to make me&lt;br /&gt;Desire safety&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like what a 50 car pile up looks like &lt;br /&gt;But just on the inside&lt;br /&gt;Only, no one slows down to check me out or clean me up&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it will take care of itself, they say&lt;br /&gt;No not today.  I apologize&lt;br /&gt;This one may have broke the bank&lt;br /&gt;I’m tapped out&lt;br /&gt;No hope and lonely again&lt;br /&gt;My only friend is sick of me&lt;br /&gt;I really am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10314479-111757136200473993?l=creevepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/111757136200473993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10314479&amp;postID=111757136200473993&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/111757136200473993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/111757136200473993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/2005/02/fear-and-trembling.html' title='Fear and Trembling'/><author><name>Caleb Reeve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10004170688708153579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ryg8t-8RKy0/SbG4_0kMR5I/AAAAAAAAAPc/PkJNoEYw3_U/S220/n503485329_2649840_939886.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10314479.post-110937310827466574</id><published>2005-02-26T16:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T14:34:57.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Filthiness Surrounding Me</title><content type='html'>Filthiness surrounding me&lt;br /&gt;Let me be free of these chains&lt;br /&gt;Outlasting my peers&lt;br /&gt;Fears haunting me &lt;br /&gt;I’m unsteady and wavering&lt;br /&gt;Spoiled.&lt;br /&gt;Standing still&lt;br /&gt;Facing backwards&lt;br /&gt;Drifting&lt;br /&gt;Show me hold me&lt;br /&gt;Love me baby&lt;br /&gt;Where, if ever, will I find you?&lt;br /&gt;When will it happen?&lt;br /&gt;I have seen it happen&lt;br /&gt;So I know I can&lt;br /&gt;But will it for me?&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10314479-110937310827466574?l=creevepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/110937310827466574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10314479&amp;postID=110937310827466574&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/110937310827466574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/110937310827466574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/2005/02/filthiness-surrounding-me.html' title='Filthiness Surrounding Me'/><author><name>Caleb Reeve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10004170688708153579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ryg8t-8RKy0/SbG4_0kMR5I/AAAAAAAAAPc/PkJNoEYw3_U/S220/n503485329_2649840_939886.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10314479.post-111318928057505055</id><published>2005-02-25T00:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T14:34:07.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever Away</title><content type='html'>What’s weird is&lt;br /&gt;I could feel forever away, right beside you.&lt;br /&gt;Lay next to you, and be more lonely than ever.&lt;br /&gt;How is that possible?&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know why, but&lt;br /&gt;I continue to try, to please or tease.&lt;br /&gt;Your touch brings chills.&lt;br /&gt;Voice, thrills&lt;br /&gt;Laughter, on the edge of disaster&lt;br /&gt;I can’t break through&lt;br /&gt;Or tell you&lt;br /&gt;I can’t convince you or trick you&lt;br /&gt;Into me&lt;br /&gt;Out of these, only moments&lt;br /&gt;Of sweet, fading memories&lt;br /&gt;A different me&lt;br /&gt;Approaching it differently&lt;br /&gt;Another time for another rhyme&lt;br /&gt;Another mood, another dude…&lt;br /&gt;That’s how the cookie crumbles&lt;br /&gt;Can’t get the ball to fumble&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful&lt;br /&gt;Caring, careful, I’m kidding&lt;br /&gt;Bidding, biding my time&lt;br /&gt;In a timely fashion&lt;br /&gt;Trying to manage this traffic&lt;br /&gt;Without crashing&lt;br /&gt;An unneeded distraction&lt;br /&gt;But I can’t escape the attraction&lt;br /&gt;Separate ways, distant paths&lt;br /&gt;And for days I’ll miss you&lt;br /&gt;Knowing you won’t give a second thought – and &lt;br /&gt;Maybe all together forgot-en&lt;br /&gt;So would I rather be beside you or miles away&lt;br /&gt;Either way, it feels the same to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10314479-111318928057505055?l=creevepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/111318928057505055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10314479&amp;postID=111318928057505055&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/111318928057505055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/111318928057505055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/2005/02/forever-away.html' title='Forever Away'/><author><name>Caleb Reeve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10004170688708153579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ryg8t-8RKy0/SbG4_0kMR5I/AAAAAAAAAPc/PkJNoEYw3_U/S220/n503485329_2649840_939886.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10314479.post-110937307154005466</id><published>2005-02-24T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T14:33:33.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fragments</title><content type='html'>This could be&lt;br /&gt;The end of me&lt;br /&gt;I can see&lt;br /&gt;Plainly&lt;br /&gt;That maybe &lt;br /&gt;I hate me.&lt;br /&gt;I’m asking a free-be&lt;br /&gt;Please free me&lt;br /&gt;Life owes me&lt;br /&gt;Who knows me?&lt;br /&gt;Just show me &lt;br /&gt;The way.&lt;br /&gt;I can’t play&lt;br /&gt;These games.&lt;br /&gt;It’s insane&lt;br /&gt;Only pain.&lt;br /&gt;No fame &lt;br /&gt;No fortune&lt;br /&gt;My portion &lt;br /&gt;Is meager.&lt;br /&gt;I’m eager&lt;br /&gt;I’d leave her&lt;br /&gt;I need her.&lt;br /&gt;Wake up!&lt;br /&gt;Who am I?&lt;br /&gt;I can’t lie&lt;br /&gt;I’m loosing&lt;br /&gt;But cruising&lt;br /&gt;My bruising&lt;br /&gt;Not healing&lt;br /&gt;I’m feeling&lt;br /&gt;Alone.&lt;br /&gt;Nobody home&lt;br /&gt;Around me&lt;br /&gt;Surrounding&lt;br /&gt;This impulse&lt;br /&gt;Confounding&lt;br /&gt;Astounding&lt;br /&gt;Amounting&lt;br /&gt;I’m counting&lt;br /&gt;The days&lt;br /&gt;Nothing satisfies&lt;br /&gt;Nothing subsides&lt;br /&gt;Nothing.  No one.&lt;br /&gt;These suffering eyes&lt;br /&gt;I cry&lt;br /&gt;Inside&lt;br /&gt;Peace hides&lt;br /&gt;My pride&lt;br /&gt;Is proven&lt;br /&gt;You left me in ruins.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10314479-110937307154005466?l=creevepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/110937307154005466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10314479&amp;postID=110937307154005466&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/110937307154005466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/110937307154005466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/2005/02/fragments.html' title='Fragments'/><author><name>Caleb Reeve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10004170688708153579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ryg8t-8RKy0/SbG4_0kMR5I/AAAAAAAAAPc/PkJNoEYw3_U/S220/n503485329_2649840_939886.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10314479.post-110937302788828719</id><published>2005-02-23T16:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T19:10:36.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustrated</title><content type='html'>Frustrated&lt;br /&gt;But patiently waiting&lt;br /&gt;My time of probation&lt;br /&gt;It hastening on&lt;br /&gt;And all along&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was me who was wrong&lt;br /&gt;I should have kept my mouth shut&lt;br /&gt;And shut up&lt;br /&gt;When I knew I went too far&lt;br /&gt;The best sayings go unsaid&lt;br /&gt;The best writings never get read&lt;br /&gt;The choicest thoughts are unthinkable&lt;br /&gt;Imagine me being free&lt;br /&gt;To say the things I’ve got to say&lt;br /&gt;Without hesitation&lt;br /&gt;Without reservation&lt;br /&gt;Just because I think this way&lt;br /&gt;Why do I have to hold my tongue?&lt;br /&gt;To keep me from being put away&lt;br /&gt;The hill is too steep&lt;br /&gt;I can’t climb it&lt;br /&gt;It’s time that has slipped from my hands&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10314479-110937302788828719?l=creevepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/110937302788828719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10314479&amp;postID=110937302788828719&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/110937302788828719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/110937302788828719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/2005/02/frusterated.html' title='Frustrated'/><author><name>Caleb Reeve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10004170688708153579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ryg8t-8RKy0/SbG4_0kMR5I/AAAAAAAAAPc/PkJNoEYw3_U/S220/n503485329_2649840_939886.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10314479.post-110937299268024851</id><published>2005-02-22T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T14:32:42.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Game</title><content type='html'>Tell us how you do it.&lt;br /&gt;I’ll get down to it.&lt;br /&gt;Screw it.&lt;br /&gt;I never learned it, I knew it.&lt;br /&gt;Innate. It is just inside me.&lt;br /&gt;Confiding, residing, riding this crazy train,&lt;br /&gt;How can I explain something I don’t understand?&lt;br /&gt;I command respect, and I expect a check.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10314479-110937299268024851?l=creevepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/110937299268024851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10314479&amp;postID=110937299268024851&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/110937299268024851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/110937299268024851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/2005/02/game.html' title='Game'/><author><name>Caleb Reeve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10004170688708153579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ryg8t-8RKy0/SbG4_0kMR5I/AAAAAAAAAPc/PkJNoEYw3_U/S220/n503485329_2649840_939886.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10314479.post-110937293288328199</id><published>2005-02-21T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T14:32:20.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good day</title><content type='html'>I’ve dreamed many dreams&lt;br /&gt;And seen many things&lt;br /&gt;And been so many places&lt;br /&gt;And seen so many faces&lt;br /&gt;And stared in people’s eyes&lt;br /&gt;And seen nothing inside, and sighed&lt;br /&gt;Just wondered why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve said a lot of things&lt;br /&gt;Things I didn’t mean&lt;br /&gt;Hurt a lot of feelings&lt;br /&gt;And gave no words of healing&lt;br /&gt;Many times I’ve written rhymes &lt;br /&gt;Bout breaking hearts, her breaking mine&lt;br /&gt;Wishing I was someone else&lt;br /&gt;Or wouldn’t feel the way I felt, and yelled&lt;br /&gt;But somehow dealt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were times I ran away&lt;br /&gt;From people, feelings, but should have stayed&lt;br /&gt;That’s really all I have to say.&lt;br /&gt;Good day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10314479-110937293288328199?l=creevepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/110937293288328199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10314479&amp;postID=110937293288328199&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/110937293288328199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/110937293288328199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/2005/02/good-day.html' title='Good day'/><author><name>Caleb Reeve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10004170688708153579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ryg8t-8RKy0/SbG4_0kMR5I/AAAAAAAAAPc/PkJNoEYw3_U/S220/n503485329_2649840_939886.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10314479.post-111500859539033131</id><published>2005-02-20T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T14:31:54.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gunslinging</title><content type='html'>A gunslinger but so gun shy&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know why&lt;br /&gt;I cannot define&lt;br /&gt;Or delineate the lines&lt;br /&gt;And for a reason, this season&lt;br /&gt;Has lasted a very long time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking the tight rope&lt;br /&gt;Hold ‘til I choke &lt;br /&gt;A puff of smoke&lt;br /&gt;An incendiary hope&lt;br /&gt;Smelling the ashes, a wave silently crashes&lt;br /&gt;Attracting a very strong tide&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10314479-111500859539033131?l=creevepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/111500859539033131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10314479&amp;postID=111500859539033131&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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staying safe&lt;br /&gt;Her place of refuge when confused&lt;br /&gt;A solitary place&lt;br /&gt;She cares but in her mind&lt;br /&gt;She simply can’t afford to &lt;br /&gt;She keeps her feelings out&lt;br /&gt;When it gets too rough&lt;br /&gt;When commitment is too much&lt;br /&gt;She has the wall to fall behind&lt;br /&gt;That seems to be enough&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Help her!&lt;br /&gt;She needs some one to trust.&lt;br /&gt;Love her!&lt;br /&gt;She needs to be loved.&lt;br /&gt;Show her it is safe.&lt;br /&gt;She doesn’t need the wall&lt;br /&gt;Let her know ,&lt;br /&gt;She has your ears.&lt;br /&gt;Let her heal, &lt;br /&gt;She has your arms.&lt;br /&gt;Let her hide, &lt;br /&gt;She has your eyes. &lt;br /&gt;Let her go, &lt;br /&gt;She has your heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10314479-115259652080942089?l=creevepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ryg8t-8RKy0/SbG4_0kMR5I/AAAAAAAAAPc/PkJNoEYw3_U/S220/n503485329_2649840_939886.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10314479.post-110790748009542927</id><published>2005-02-19T17:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T14:31:20.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hold Me</title><content type='html'>I need to be held close by someone I care for&lt;br /&gt;And I need to know that I am cared for&lt;br /&gt;I just need to feel what that is like&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been missing that my whole life&lt;br /&gt;I’ve wanted so bad to love someone&lt;br /&gt;Somebody that loved me back&lt;br /&gt;I’ve waited so long&lt;br /&gt;The feelings are so strong&lt;br /&gt;But something has been wrong&lt;br /&gt;And I have never been held&lt;br /&gt;The way that I need to be&lt;br /&gt;Somebody love me&lt;br /&gt;I’m tired of waiting&lt;br /&gt;I have so much love to give&lt;br /&gt;And no one will hold me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10314479-110790748009542927?l=creevepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/110790748009542927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10314479&amp;postID=110790748009542927&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/110790748009542927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/110790748009542927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/2005/02/hold-me.html' title='Hold Me'/><author><name>Caleb Reeve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10004170688708153579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ryg8t-8RKy0/SbG4_0kMR5I/AAAAAAAAAPc/PkJNoEYw3_U/S220/n503485329_2649840_939886.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10314479.post-110790741645135047</id><published>2005-02-18T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T14:31:03.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Humbly I Lie in Wait</title><content type='html'>I live a life of torture and pain.&lt;br /&gt;I can’t explain the reasons I need to pray.&lt;br /&gt;Please forgive me, ease my sentencing.&lt;br /&gt;My penance is renting my soul.&lt;br /&gt;My joy will never be full.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t follow the truth I know.&lt;br /&gt;I drop the beliefs I need to hold.&lt;br /&gt;No self-pity.&lt;br /&gt;These silly games I play.&lt;br /&gt;The dreams I have laid away, fade.&lt;br /&gt;Nobody knows the prices I’ve paid.&lt;br /&gt;I stayed.&lt;br /&gt;I gave.&lt;br /&gt;I crave.&lt;br /&gt;Promise me you’ll love me forever.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be together.&lt;br /&gt;A tear in my eye, I cry.&lt;br /&gt;I’m wondering why.&lt;br /&gt;Swelling inside, like waves of the sea, emotion.&lt;br /&gt;An angry and tired ocean of worthless devotion.&lt;br /&gt;He that owns me owes me nothing.&lt;br /&gt;I am the one that owes something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10314479-110790741645135047?l=creevepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/110790741645135047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10314479&amp;postID=110790741645135047&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/110790741645135047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/110790741645135047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/2005/02/humbly-i-lie-in-wait.html' title='Humbly I Lie in Wait'/><author><name>Caleb Reeve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10004170688708153579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ryg8t-8RKy0/SbG4_0kMR5I/AAAAAAAAAPc/PkJNoEYw3_U/S220/n503485329_2649840_939886.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10314479.post-110790738404692003</id><published>2005-02-17T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T14:30:35.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hymns of Mine</title><content type='html'>The night is o’er the light bursts forth&lt;br /&gt;The glorious light of God&lt;br /&gt;Father and Son appeared to man&lt;br /&gt;Let’s spread the word abroad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scriptures brought and wisdom taught&lt;br /&gt;So let us not forsake&lt;br /&gt;The covenant is newly shown&lt;br /&gt;So glory we might take&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prophets called from God above&lt;br /&gt;Authority is ours&lt;br /&gt;This Christ’s same Church as organized&lt;br /&gt;With priesthoods’ Godly powers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth restored and prophesies&lt;br /&gt;Are finally now fulfilled&lt;br /&gt;Since ancient truths are brought to pass&lt;br /&gt;The way to God revealed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2&lt;br /&gt;An angel fallen from the throne of grace&lt;br /&gt;To lead the souls of men astray&lt;br /&gt;A plan for children of our father&lt;br /&gt;Send a Savior, Christ our Brother&lt;br /&gt;Matchless love and doubts for fears&lt;br /&gt;Matchless power for chains and tears&lt;br /&gt;When trials shall cross your way&lt;br /&gt;Roads of indecision paved&lt;br /&gt;Your Lord and Brother, Savior, Friend&lt;br /&gt;Shall mark the path until the end&lt;br /&gt;Yes the plan of God is great&lt;br /&gt;“help me to understand thy will.  Before it grows too late.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10314479-110790738404692003?l=creevepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/110790738404692003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10314479&amp;postID=110790738404692003&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/110790738404692003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/110790738404692003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/2005/02/hymns-of-mine.html' title='Hymns of Mine'/><author><name>Caleb Reeve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10004170688708153579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ryg8t-8RKy0/SbG4_0kMR5I/AAAAAAAAAPc/PkJNoEYw3_U/S220/n503485329_2649840_939886.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10314479.post-110790733817046828</id><published>2005-02-16T17:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T14:30:10.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Alone</title><content type='html'>Who is there for me when I need?&lt;br /&gt;Where are the friends who said,&lt;br /&gt;They would always be there for me &lt;br /&gt;That they would never leave&lt;br /&gt;I look for a shoulder&lt;br /&gt;A roof, a shelter&lt;br /&gt;Protection from the sweltering heat&lt;br /&gt;In this frenzy &lt;br /&gt;I cannot tell who is being friendly&lt;br /&gt;Are these guys for real?&lt;br /&gt;Or are they just pretending?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was there for you&lt;br /&gt;Every time,&lt;br /&gt;I dropped everything&lt;br /&gt;Every penny and dime&lt;br /&gt;Now I need someone&lt;br /&gt;But no one is around me&lt;br /&gt;Where are the people I thought I was close to?&lt;br /&gt;This is confounding&lt;br /&gt;I’m drowning&lt;br /&gt;Pain surrounds me&lt;br /&gt;I am alone&lt;br /&gt;I stand all on my own&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10314479-110790733817046828?l=creevepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/110790733817046828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10314479&amp;postID=110790733817046828&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/110790733817046828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/110790733817046828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-am-alone.html' title='I am Alone'/><author><name>Caleb Reeve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10004170688708153579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ryg8t-8RKy0/SbG4_0kMR5I/AAAAAAAAAPc/PkJNoEYw3_U/S220/n503485329_2649840_939886.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10314479.post-110790727215336162</id><published>2005-02-15T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T14:55:48.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Can't Deal With That</title><content type='html'>I’m not enough&lt;br /&gt;I don’t add up&lt;br /&gt;I am impossibility&lt;br /&gt;I will never do for you&lt;br /&gt;That is how you make me feel&lt;br /&gt;I can’t deal with that&lt;br /&gt;It hurts too much&lt;br /&gt;I need to get out of here&lt;br /&gt;You cause me too much pain&lt;br /&gt;Too much heartache &lt;br /&gt;The internal struggle&lt;br /&gt;Mental trauma&lt;br /&gt;Personal drama&lt;br /&gt;I can’t deal with it&lt;br /&gt;I love you!&lt;br /&gt;But I wish I didn’t know you&lt;br /&gt;Not being good enough&lt;br /&gt;Is worse than being alone&lt;br /&gt;I’d rather be alone&lt;br /&gt;Than to have known that&lt;br /&gt;I can’t deal with that&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10314479-110790727215336162?l=creevepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/110790727215336162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10314479&amp;postID=110790727215336162&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/110790727215336162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/110790727215336162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-cant-deal-with-that.html' title='I Can&apos;t Deal With That'/><author><name>Caleb Reeve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10004170688708153579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ryg8t-8RKy0/SbG4_0kMR5I/AAAAAAAAAPc/PkJNoEYw3_U/S220/n503485329_2649840_939886.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10314479.post-110790723211612416</id><published>2005-02-14T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T14:56:14.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Had To Go</title><content type='html'>If I knew I couldn’t stay&lt;br /&gt;If I had to leave today&lt;br /&gt;What would I want to say?&lt;br /&gt;Would I lie?&lt;br /&gt;And tell you I’m fine.&lt;br /&gt;Would I cry and apologize?&lt;br /&gt;When I realized:&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t tell you how I really feel inside&lt;br /&gt;Could I kneel at your feet or stand at your side?&lt;br /&gt;And feel everything is fine&lt;br /&gt;Would I want to run?&lt;br /&gt;And want to start a new life?&lt;br /&gt;Would I feel remorse?&lt;br /&gt;Knowing I could have done more&lt;br /&gt;Would I want to stay?&lt;br /&gt;Just to see your face&lt;br /&gt;To be in your company&lt;br /&gt;Would I long for how it used to be?&lt;br /&gt;Or would I be satisfied with how things seem?&lt;br /&gt;Would I wish it were all a dream?&lt;br /&gt;So I could wake up and not remember a thing&lt;br /&gt;How would I feel if I had to go?&lt;br /&gt;If you knew I couldn’t stay&lt;br /&gt;And I had to leave today&lt;br /&gt;Would you try to make me stay?&lt;br /&gt;Or just turn and walk away&lt;br /&gt;Would you try to lie to my face?&lt;br /&gt;And then vanish without a trace&lt;br /&gt;Would you tell me you loved me?&lt;br /&gt;And say you don’t care that I’m ugly&lt;br /&gt;That you truly adore me&lt;br /&gt;You could wake up to my face every morning&lt;br /&gt;Really, what would be your story?&lt;br /&gt;Would you want to stay?&lt;br /&gt;Even if things really weren’t that great&lt;br /&gt;Would you want to come along?&lt;br /&gt;You felt that you belonged&lt;br /&gt;Would you leave your life behind?&lt;br /&gt;Start a new one with mine&lt;br /&gt;Would you wish for the past back again?&lt;br /&gt;So we would never have to be friends&lt;br /&gt;Would you feel it was worth it?&lt;br /&gt;Or that you didn’t deserve it&lt;br /&gt;How would you feel if I had to go?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10314479-110790723211612416?l=creevepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/110790723211612416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10314479&amp;postID=110790723211612416&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/110790723211612416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/110790723211612416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-had-to-go.html' title='I Had To Go'/><author><name>Caleb Reeve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10004170688708153579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ryg8t-8RKy0/SbG4_0kMR5I/AAAAAAAAAPc/PkJNoEYw3_U/S220/n503485329_2649840_939886.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10314479.post-110790719566977270</id><published>2005-02-13T16:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T14:28:58.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Hate Being Alone</title><content type='html'>It is sad and I am mad&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing to do&lt;br /&gt;You know that this is true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So down so lonely &lt;br /&gt;No one to hold me&lt;br /&gt;This is how it has been unfolding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one to call me Just to say hi&lt;br /&gt;I scroll through my numbers a few times each night&lt;br /&gt;But it is no wonder I feel like this life isn’t right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must have made a wrong turn&lt;br /&gt;But I don’t know where so I can’t go back there&lt;br /&gt;To fix the mistake I make or made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am stuck.  Abandoned&lt;br /&gt;I’m the only one home&lt;br /&gt;And it’s driving me crazy.  I hate being alone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10314479-110790719566977270?l=creevepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/110790719566977270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10314479&amp;postID=110790719566977270&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/110790719566977270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/110790719566977270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-hate-being-alone.html' title='I Hate Being Alone'/><author><name>Caleb Reeve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10004170688708153579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ryg8t-8RKy0/SbG4_0kMR5I/AAAAAAAAAPc/PkJNoEYw3_U/S220/n503485329_2649840_939886.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10314479.post-110790714535010446</id><published>2005-02-12T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T14:57:03.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Just Want to Hold You</title><content type='html'>I just want to hold you&lt;br /&gt;I want you to want to be held&lt;br /&gt;I want you to want me&lt;br /&gt;And not be able to sleep&lt;br /&gt;Cause you’re constantly thinking of me&lt;br /&gt;How you want to be with me&lt;br /&gt;Wishing you were near me&lt;br /&gt;Constantly suffering&lt;br /&gt;Longing for me&lt;br /&gt;Feel how I feel&lt;br /&gt;Know what I go through&lt;br /&gt;That is what I think of you&lt;br /&gt;Sleepless longing, constantly suffering&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing if I am enough for you&lt;br /&gt;Insecurities plague me&lt;br /&gt;Hold me help me&lt;br /&gt;Touch me tell me &lt;br /&gt;You care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10314479-110790714535010446?l=creevepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/110790714535010446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10314479&amp;postID=110790714535010446&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/110790714535010446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/110790714535010446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-just-want-to-hold-you.html' title='I Just Want to Hold You'/><author><name>Caleb Reeve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10004170688708153579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ryg8t-8RKy0/SbG4_0kMR5I/AAAAAAAAAPc/PkJNoEYw3_U/S220/n503485329_2649840_939886.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10314479.post-116838976400823522</id><published>2005-02-12T05:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T20:07:39.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Indentured</title><content type='html'>I can't help it right now.&lt;br /&gt;            I want to call.  &lt;br /&gt;            I want to write.  &lt;br /&gt;            I want contact of any kind.  &lt;br /&gt;            But I know I can't and I shouldn't.  &lt;br /&gt;            So I don't.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And still in secrecy,&lt;br /&gt;            I hope you'll write.&lt;br /&gt;            I hope you'll call.&lt;br /&gt;            Or make contact of any kind.  &lt;br /&gt;            But I know you won't.&lt;br /&gt;            Though I wish you would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;            I am not trying to hold on.&lt;br /&gt;            But my grip was tight.&lt;br /&gt;            The rope was cut.&lt;br /&gt;            I fell hard.&lt;br /&gt;            I try to fight the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not your fault.&lt;br /&gt;            It was me all along.&lt;br /&gt;            I pressed for results. &lt;br /&gt;            I was the one,&lt;br /&gt;            I brought this on.&lt;br /&gt;            I should have been stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel responsible for everything.&lt;br /&gt;            I made it harder instead.&lt;br /&gt;            I complicated things.&lt;br /&gt;            I was so hopeful, so eager.&lt;br /&gt;            I was anxious, far too anxious.&lt;br /&gt;            Too much, too fast for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could have been better.&lt;br /&gt;            But I made you push away.&lt;br /&gt;            That it was better it end.&lt;br /&gt;            Then work it through.&lt;br /&gt;            I didn't want to go.&lt;br /&gt;            But willingly, anything for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminders of you.&lt;br /&gt;            Everywhere I turn.&lt;br /&gt;            Everywhere I look.&lt;br /&gt;            I hide you from me.&lt;br /&gt;            Because it hurts to see,&lt;br /&gt;            My faded hope and dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw you online,&lt;br /&gt;            I became scared and nervous.&lt;br /&gt;            My face went numb.&lt;br /&gt;            I was sad again.&lt;br /&gt;            I struggled mightily.&lt;br /&gt;            I held it in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But tonight I'll cry again,&lt;br /&gt;            As I beg God to bless you.&lt;br /&gt;            To watch over and protect you,&lt;br /&gt;            Fill you with joy.&lt;br /&gt;            Ease your burdens.&lt;br /&gt;            And that success will find you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No spell was needed.&lt;br /&gt;            No potion or trick.&lt;br /&gt;            No smoke or mirrors.&lt;br /&gt;            Never a hint of deception used.&lt;br /&gt;            You are magic.&lt;br /&gt;            It's why I fell in love with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10314479-116838976400823522?l=creevepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/116838976400823522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10314479&amp;postID=116838976400823522&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/116838976400823522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/116838976400823522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/2005/02/indentured.html' title='Indentured'/><author><name>Caleb Reeve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10004170688708153579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ryg8t-8RKy0/SbG4_0kMR5I/AAAAAAAAAPc/PkJNoEYw3_U/S220/n503485329_2649840_939886.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10314479.post-110790706595764006</id><published>2005-02-11T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T14:56:45.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Never Stood A Chance</title><content type='html'>More than ever, you are never there for me&lt;br /&gt;I want to be the one you need&lt;br /&gt;That would be a dream to me&lt;br /&gt;I will never do&lt;br /&gt;When I was here&lt;br /&gt;You made it clear&lt;br /&gt;I never stood a chance&lt;br /&gt;Doomed from the beginning&lt;br /&gt;It’s tearing me apart inside&lt;br /&gt;And why did I not run and hide?&lt;br /&gt;I knew I was doomed&lt;br /&gt;Damned. &lt;br /&gt;I never stood a chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am on the road again&lt;br /&gt;Will this never end?&lt;br /&gt;I can’t stand the pain&lt;br /&gt;It’s tearing me in pieces &lt;br /&gt;On the road again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10314479-110790706595764006?l=creevepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/110790706595764006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10314479&amp;postID=110790706595764006&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/110790706595764006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/110790706595764006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-never-stood-chance.html' title='I Never Stood A Chance'/><author><name>Caleb Reeve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10004170688708153579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ryg8t-8RKy0/SbG4_0kMR5I/AAAAAAAAAPc/PkJNoEYw3_U/S220/n503485329_2649840_939886.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10314479.post-114964753855770336</id><published>2005-02-10T23:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T01:24:37.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Insufficient Funds</title><content type='html'>No one wants to realize&lt;br /&gt;They aren't good enough in another’s eyes.  &lt;br /&gt;This is revealed to me consistently.&lt;br /&gt;That is why I stay alone,&lt;br /&gt;Humbled to the bone. &lt;br /&gt;I simply was not good enough, despite my efforts.&lt;br /&gt;I can't be more than I am. &lt;br /&gt;I can't be something I am not. &lt;br /&gt;But why is it never good enough to be me? &lt;br /&gt;With no more potential it seems.&lt;br /&gt;Then to be a guy that is funny and fun.&lt;br /&gt;I have insufficient funds.&lt;br /&gt;I’ll try to rationalize, I’m sure of it.&lt;br /&gt;Or hear someone say it’s worth it&lt;br /&gt;To suffer and feel those things.&lt;br /&gt;But that is a fallacy.  It is wrong&lt;br /&gt;There has never been a time when it was worth it.&lt;br /&gt;It is better to love and lose,&lt;br /&gt;Those are lines for fools.&lt;br /&gt;There is no hate if there is no love.&lt;br /&gt;No pain when you don’t care.&lt;br /&gt;No failure without an attempt.&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn’t have had to feel...&lt;br /&gt;And the lows are more real&lt;br /&gt;They are stronger and stay longer&lt;br /&gt;And time, the only remedy&lt;br /&gt;Is the slowest solution quite possibly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10314479-114964753855770336?l=creevepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/114964753855770336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10314479&amp;postID=114964753855770336&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/114964753855770336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/114964753855770336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/2005/02/insufficient-funds.html' title='Insufficient Funds'/><author><name>Caleb Reeve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10004170688708153579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ryg8t-8RKy0/SbG4_0kMR5I/AAAAAAAAAPc/PkJNoEYw3_U/S220/n503485329_2649840_939886.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10314479.post-110790701365735445</id><published>2005-02-10T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T14:27:44.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Only</title><content type='html'>I only write when I’m bored&lt;br /&gt;I’m only bored when I’m down&lt;br /&gt;I’m only don when I’m lonely&lt;br /&gt;I’m only lonely when I’m alone&lt;br /&gt;I’m only alone when I’m home&lt;br /&gt;I’m only home when I’m tired&lt;br /&gt;I’m only tired when I play&lt;br /&gt;I only play when there’s time&lt;br /&gt;There’s only time when I slack&lt;br /&gt;I slack when I want&lt;br /&gt;I want when I need&lt;br /&gt;I only need when I think&lt;br /&gt;I only think when I write&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10314479-110790701365735445?l=creevepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/110790701365735445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10314479&amp;postID=110790701365735445&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/110790701365735445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/110790701365735445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-only.html' title='I Only'/><author><name>Caleb Reeve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10004170688708153579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ryg8t-8RKy0/SbG4_0kMR5I/AAAAAAAAAPc/PkJNoEYw3_U/S220/n503485329_2649840_939886.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10314479.post-110790697693524087</id><published>2005-02-09T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T14:27:16.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If You Knew</title><content type='html'>She’s so cute&lt;br /&gt;Hair in her eyes&lt;br /&gt;And it makes me smile&lt;br /&gt;This girl is so down&lt;br /&gt;Eyes sparkle in the light&lt;br /&gt;It feels good inside&lt;br /&gt;She’s not mine&lt;br /&gt;But I want her so bad&lt;br /&gt;Possibilities make me wild&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh babe, if you only knew&lt;br /&gt;What I go through&lt;br /&gt;Then we would have been together &lt;br /&gt;Long ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s in your smile&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it’s all it takes&lt;br /&gt;And it makes me complete&lt;br /&gt;It’s you the one I see&lt;br /&gt;Liberating my heart&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know where to start&lt;br /&gt;It’s what you are&lt;br /&gt;That keeps me hanging on&lt;br /&gt;That is why I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh babe, if you only knew&lt;br /&gt;What I go through&lt;br /&gt;Then we would have been together &lt;br /&gt;Long ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see your face&lt;br /&gt;And my soul yearns&lt;br /&gt;Girl, I get dizzy&lt;br /&gt;And my head turns&lt;br /&gt;I get lost and I cry&lt;br /&gt;Cause you are the only one&lt;br /&gt;That I really want&lt;br /&gt;What can I do?&lt;br /&gt;How can I make it?&lt;br /&gt;With or with out you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10314479-110790697693524087?l=creevepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/110790697693524087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10314479&amp;postID=110790697693524087&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/110790697693524087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/110790697693524087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/2005/02/if-you-knew.html' title='If You Knew'/><author><name>Caleb Reeve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10004170688708153579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ryg8t-8RKy0/SbG4_0kMR5I/AAAAAAAAAPc/PkJNoEYw3_U/S220/n503485329_2649840_939886.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10314479.post-110790693323294571</id><published>2005-02-04T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T14:26:34.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It Isn't the Same</title><content type='html'>I failing my goal of letting you go&lt;br /&gt;I cannot control this pain that I know&lt;br /&gt;I want this to end, it all depends &lt;br /&gt;If I can play my role&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I abandon this send this friendship amiss?&lt;br /&gt;Or should I stay and stick with it?&lt;br /&gt;Caught in a trap, I can’t turn back&lt;br /&gt;All I know is I’m making a mess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No girls look cute.  I only think of you&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know what to do. I feel like a fool&lt;br /&gt;I’ve fallen for you. I’m filled with fear&lt;br /&gt;What exactly may I ask is going on here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one has a smile like you&lt;br /&gt;I try to compare. I don’t know why I care&lt;br /&gt;This isn’t fair.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder where do I go from here?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10314479-110790693323294571?l=creevepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/110790693323294571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10314479&amp;postID=110790693323294571&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/110790693323294571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/110790693323294571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/2005/02/it-isnt-same.html' title='It Isn&apos;t the Same'/><author><name>Caleb Reeve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10004170688708153579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ryg8t-8RKy0/SbG4_0kMR5I/AAAAAAAAAPc/PkJNoEYw3_U/S220/n503485329_2649840_939886.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10314479.post-111757139304882473</id><published>2005-02-03T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T07:23:03.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It Is You Again</title><content type='html'>It’s hard to ignore feelings.&lt;br /&gt;I care for you.&lt;br /&gt;So I try to hide them away.&lt;br /&gt;Hiding brings pain.&lt;br /&gt;No one can see but me.&lt;br /&gt;A lonely beast of humility you’ve rendered me&lt;br /&gt;Hold me please so reverently&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it’s not meant to be&lt;br /&gt;It’s meant to be hard on me&lt;br /&gt;You don’t know the half of it&lt;br /&gt;I hear you.&lt;br /&gt;See you.&lt;br /&gt;Read your words.&lt;br /&gt;The thought of you.&lt;br /&gt;Dreams of you.&lt;br /&gt;I sound absurd but it’s true&lt;br /&gt;All of that sickens me&lt;br /&gt;I want them so badly&lt;br /&gt;I expect too much too quickly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10314479-111757139304882473?l=creevepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/111757139304882473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10314479&amp;postID=111757139304882473&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/111757139304882473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/111757139304882473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/2005/02/it-is-you-again.html' title='It Is You Again'/><author><name>Caleb Reeve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10004170688708153579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ryg8t-8RKy0/SbG4_0kMR5I/AAAAAAAAAPc/PkJNoEYw3_U/S220/n503485329_2649840_939886.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10314479.post-111431448049224378</id><published>2005-02-02T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T14:57:37.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lessons Learned</title><content type='html'>I shouldn’t have started&lt;br /&gt;Or entertained the very thought&lt;br /&gt;We gather here to honor &lt;br /&gt;The dearly departed&lt;br /&gt;My own funeral&lt;br /&gt;I’m setting up shop&lt;br /&gt;Ready the pallbearers&lt;br /&gt;I’m killing myself&lt;br /&gt;At least, I’m letting me die&lt;br /&gt;It’s moving traffic&lt;br /&gt;Simply step to the side&lt;br /&gt;That ending though&lt;br /&gt;Too quick and far too easy&lt;br /&gt;Long&lt;br /&gt;Slow&lt;br /&gt;Painfully&lt;br /&gt;Yes, deliberate&lt;br /&gt;Shameless and shamed fully&lt;br /&gt;Now that it has begun &lt;br /&gt;I anticipate the end to come&lt;br /&gt;Left&lt;br /&gt;Abandoned&lt;br /&gt;Hopeless helplessness&lt;br /&gt;Repetition, the key to learning&lt;br /&gt;This lesson learned&lt;br /&gt;But often repeating&lt;br /&gt;I know this feeling&lt;br /&gt;Too many times over&lt;br /&gt;Hardly a doer&lt;br /&gt;But mostly a knower&lt;br /&gt;Here I am&lt;br /&gt;Where are you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10314479-111431448049224378?l=creevepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/111431448049224378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10314479&amp;postID=111431448049224378&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/111431448049224378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/111431448049224378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/2005/02/lessons-learned.html' title='Lessons Learned'/><author><name>Caleb Reeve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10004170688708153579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ryg8t-8RKy0/SbG4_0kMR5I/AAAAAAAAAPc/PkJNoEYw3_U/S220/n503485329_2649840_939886.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10314479.post-110668710444252037</id><published>2005-02-01T13:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T09:30:47.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meaning...</title><content type='html'>I'm nervous.  Undecided in fact.&lt;br /&gt;That makes this harder to do.&lt;br /&gt;Which path do I take?&lt;br /&gt;I have choices to make.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to make them though.&lt;br /&gt;Uncertainty freezes me in my place.&lt;br /&gt;If I make a move, I could win big or lose.&lt;br /&gt;If I choose, it may be great.&lt;br /&gt;It may be the worst decision ever made.&lt;br /&gt;Weighing this on the scales.&lt;br /&gt;So far my fears prevail.&lt;br /&gt;If I go for it, at least I can move on;&lt;br /&gt;No matter the verdict.&lt;br /&gt;Can I take the heartache?&lt;br /&gt;Can I deal with the pain again?&lt;br /&gt;Do I really want to know the answer?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;So for now I wait, afraid.  &lt;br /&gt;Meaning...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10314479-110668710444252037?l=creevepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/110668710444252037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10314479&amp;postID=110668710444252037&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/110668710444252037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/110668710444252037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/2005/02/meaning.html' title='Meaning...'/><author><name>Caleb Reeve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10004170688708153579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ryg8t-8RKy0/SbG4_0kMR5I/AAAAAAAAAPc/PkJNoEYw3_U/S220/n503485329_2649840_939886.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10314479.post-110661360272672099</id><published>2005-01-31T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T09:31:23.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Mason</title><content type='html'>If you were on the phone&lt;br /&gt;I’d say I’ve been acting dumb&lt;br /&gt;Wanting to be with you&lt;br /&gt;But never being with you&lt;br /&gt;I want to kiss you&lt;br /&gt;I’ve cried because I’ve missed you&lt;br /&gt;Now I think I have lost you&lt;br /&gt;And it’s causing me to pause and see&lt;br /&gt;What you really meant to me&lt;br /&gt;I looked at you and Brooke it’s true&lt;br /&gt;Every time you spoke to me&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to be&lt;br /&gt;The guy that you’d decide&lt;br /&gt;To stand by through hard times&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to be there for you&lt;br /&gt;If you had a bad day at school&lt;br /&gt;I wanted you to call me from the ticket booth&lt;br /&gt;And tell me how your day has been&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to be there &lt;br /&gt;When things were good&lt;br /&gt;And if things went bad &lt;br /&gt;Or if you got mad&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to be there&lt;br /&gt;To make you laugh &lt;br /&gt;So hard you’d cry&lt;br /&gt;And you’d forget why&lt;br /&gt;You were mad in the first place&lt;br /&gt;This is why I’ve been acting strange&lt;br /&gt;This is why I feel insane&lt;br /&gt;And why I say the things I say&lt;br /&gt;I’m secretly, madly in love with you&lt;br /&gt;And you don’t know&lt;br /&gt;And I can’t tell you&lt;br /&gt;I’m scared that you’ll hate me&lt;br /&gt;Not want to see me&lt;br /&gt;Or come near me&lt;br /&gt;So I go on hurting inside&lt;br /&gt;But outside I’m fine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10314479-110661360272672099?l=creevepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/110661360272672099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10314479&amp;postID=110661360272672099&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/110661360272672099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/110661360272672099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/2005/01/miss-mason.html' title='Miss Mason'/><author><name>Caleb Reeve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10004170688708153579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ryg8t-8RKy0/SbG4_0kMR5I/AAAAAAAAAPc/PkJNoEYw3_U/S220/n503485329_2649840_939886.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10314479.post-717330071932740234</id><published>2005-01-30T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T00:16:57.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;All I need is her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;She is my only hope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Find me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;rescue me, please. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Save me, take me, make me whole.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;This life alone is all I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;And I can't do it much longer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;I have been stronger but my courage fades&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;my pride is gone and my heart no longer stone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;She is the marrow for my hollow bones&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;I wallow aimless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;I have no home with out her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;She is my only hope. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10314479-717330071932740234?l=creevepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/717330071932740234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10314479&amp;postID=717330071932740234&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/717330071932740234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/717330071932740234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/2005/01/my-hope.html' title='My Hope'/><author><name>Caleb Reeve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10004170688708153579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ryg8t-8RKy0/SbG4_0kMR5I/AAAAAAAAAPc/PkJNoEYw3_U/S220/n503485329_2649840_939886.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10314479.post-110661352207445650</id><published>2005-01-30T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T09:31:49.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Time is Up</title><content type='html'>My friends, my boys, in love and loving it.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I’ll know what it’s like one day.&lt;br /&gt;I can only hope and pray&lt;br /&gt;That may be the case&lt;br /&gt;If I am lucky, I won’t go alone.&lt;br /&gt;Through the world on my own&lt;br /&gt;An island, no emotion.&lt;br /&gt;Broken so slowly by only one thing:&lt;br /&gt;Time. Mine is up. I am due.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10314479-110661352207445650?l=creevepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/110661352207445650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10314479&amp;postID=110661352207445650&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/110661352207445650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/110661352207445650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/2005/01/my-time-is-up.html' title='My Time is Up'/><author><name>Caleb Reeve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10004170688708153579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ryg8t-8RKy0/SbG4_0kMR5I/AAAAAAAAAPc/PkJNoEYw3_U/S220/n503485329_2649840_939886.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10314479.post-110661357147976419</id><published>2005-01-29T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T23:55:22.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Old Flame</title><content type='html'>The fire inside me burns brightly&lt;br /&gt;It might be likely &lt;br /&gt;That she doesn’t like me&lt;br /&gt;Despite me&lt;br /&gt;To spite me&lt;br /&gt;It’s frightening&lt;br /&gt;Liking someone like this&lt;br /&gt;As much as I do&lt;br /&gt;It’s spreading&lt;br /&gt;It’s viral&lt;br /&gt;A downward spiral&lt;br /&gt;I’m not ready&lt;br /&gt;But I’m letting it go&lt;br /&gt;There’s no spark&lt;br /&gt;Pitch black&lt;br /&gt;It’s dark&lt;br /&gt;To travel no more&lt;br /&gt;Put it in park&lt;br /&gt;I can’t go further&lt;br /&gt;And I’m sure&lt;br /&gt;Not certain&lt;br /&gt;The curtain&lt;br /&gt;Is being pulled&lt;br /&gt;The show is over&lt;br /&gt;Go home&lt;br /&gt;There’s nothing to see here&lt;br /&gt;It’s clear&lt;br /&gt;My fear inside&lt;br /&gt;Rises like the tide&lt;br /&gt;Cheer fades like the wind&lt;br /&gt;The doldrums&lt;br /&gt;A fractured fulcrum&lt;br /&gt;Wasted&lt;br /&gt;Wasting away&lt;br /&gt;Faceless&lt;br /&gt;The race is over&lt;br /&gt;I can’t control her&lt;br /&gt;I never told her&lt;br /&gt;Quite how I feel&lt;br /&gt;It was real&lt;br /&gt;But it is over&lt;br /&gt;Man,&lt;br /&gt;I lost another chance&lt;br /&gt;To finally be happy&lt;br /&gt;And full of love&lt;br /&gt;Joyful&lt;br /&gt;Selfless&lt;br /&gt;Selfish&lt;br /&gt;I need to feel you&lt;br /&gt;Is there no one?&lt;br /&gt;A solo homerun &lt;br /&gt;Run home alone&lt;br /&gt;Get me away&lt;br /&gt;From everyone&lt;br /&gt;Must get used to the pain&lt;br /&gt;Someone explain the game&lt;br /&gt;Do I always loose?&lt;br /&gt;Is the only rule&lt;br /&gt;Make sure I hurt and bruise?&lt;br /&gt;But don’t break&lt;br /&gt;Take me away from this place&lt;br /&gt;This, I can’t take&lt;br /&gt;To see us like this&lt;br /&gt;One last kiss&lt;br /&gt;Well too bad&lt;br /&gt;You left me alone&lt;br /&gt;Again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10314479-110661357147976419?l=creevepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/110661357147976419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10314479&amp;postID=110661357147976419&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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is worth something&lt;br /&gt;That means a lot to me&lt;br /&gt;Because a girl like that is hard to find&lt;br /&gt;Less issues fewer tissues&lt;br /&gt;Fewer games for my mind&lt;br /&gt;Look at her man!&lt;br /&gt;She holds her head up high&lt;br /&gt;Plus she’s blonde and she’s beautiful&lt;br /&gt;I’m wishing she was mine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10314479-110661348565244490?l=creevepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/110661348565244490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10314479&amp;postID=110661348565244490&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/110661348565244490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/110661348565244490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/2005/01/nicole.html' title='Nicole'/><author><name>Caleb Reeve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10004170688708153579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ryg8t-8RKy0/SbG4_0kMR5I/AAAAAAAAAPc/PkJNoEYw3_U/S220/n503485329_2649840_939886.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10314479.post-110661342537597381</id><published>2005-01-27T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T09:33:05.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Escape</title><content type='html'>I can’t escape these feelings&lt;br /&gt;No one can hear my pleading&lt;br /&gt;No more motivation is in me&lt;br /&gt;It’s gone because no one needs me&lt;br /&gt;Now I am in this cycle&lt;br /&gt;I’m just too prideful&lt;br /&gt;That’s the reason I’m spiteful&lt;br /&gt;I’m a delightful eyeful&lt;br /&gt;Not persuadable, unavailable, and unreliable&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10314479-110661342537597381?l=creevepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/110661342537597381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10314479&amp;postID=110661342537597381&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/110661342537597381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/110661342537597381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/2005/01/no-escape.html' title='No Escape'/><author><name>Caleb Reeve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10004170688708153579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ryg8t-8RKy0/SbG4_0kMR5I/AAAAAAAAAPc/PkJNoEYw3_U/S220/n503485329_2649840_939886.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10314479.post-110661338865283505</id><published>2005-01-26T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T20:24:23.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Shelter Here</title><content type='html'>There’s never shelter&lt;br /&gt;Never a shoulder&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to hold her&lt;br /&gt;Have her love me&lt;br /&gt;She's lonely&lt;br /&gt;It must be me&lt;br /&gt;Timing? &lt;br /&gt;No.  It’s me&lt;br /&gt;It has got to be&lt;br /&gt;Nothing. I am nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angry at myself&lt;br /&gt;Frustrated&lt;br /&gt;Doubting&lt;br /&gt;Depressed&lt;br /&gt;Alone, still.&lt;br /&gt;My mind is a jail cell&lt;br /&gt;What can I say to her?&lt;br /&gt;She secretly rules me&lt;br /&gt;I’m frozen&lt;br /&gt;Motionless&lt;br /&gt;Brain running wild&lt;br /&gt;An overload of “don’t knows” and “what if’s” &lt;br /&gt;And “why do I’s?” and “how come’s?”&lt;br /&gt;Only I can save me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10314479-110661338865283505?l=creevepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/110661338865283505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10314479&amp;postID=110661338865283505&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/110661338865283505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/110661338865283505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/2005/01/no-shelter-here.html' title='No Shelter Here'/><author><name>Caleb Reeve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10004170688708153579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ryg8t-8RKy0/SbG4_0kMR5I/AAAAAAAAAPc/PkJNoEYw3_U/S220/n503485329_2649840_939886.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10314479.post-110661334297684929</id><published>2005-01-25T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T09:34:11.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not All Dreams Can Be</title><content type='html'>It was the eleventh day of the first month&lt;br /&gt;I saw my dreams slip away&lt;br /&gt;Time had turned its lonely hand&lt;br /&gt;Pointing back my way&lt;br /&gt;I cried that night as I stepped outside&lt;br /&gt;And heard the door close behind&lt;br /&gt;And all I wanted was to see&lt;br /&gt;A sparkle in her eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not all dreams can be&lt;br /&gt;But had this one come true&lt;br /&gt;My tears that fell that lonesome night&lt;br /&gt;Would have been stayed&lt;br /&gt;And I would still be with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her heart is with another man&lt;br /&gt;And I cannot compete with him&lt;br /&gt;Right now there’s nowhere I can turn&lt;br /&gt;She’ll never know, she’ll never feel&lt;br /&gt;What my heart feels when it burns&lt;br /&gt;There was so much, but not enough&lt;br /&gt;Now my chest is hollow.  &lt;br /&gt;My heart is weak.&lt;br /&gt;And tears keep falling.&lt;br /&gt;I have no peace. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not all dreams can be&lt;br /&gt;But had this one come true&lt;br /&gt;My beating heart instead of me&lt;br /&gt;Would have been felt by you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to scream&lt;br /&gt;For tension wretches at me now&lt;br /&gt;Exposed myself to elements&lt;br /&gt;They have brought me down&lt;br /&gt;If you only knew my heart&lt;br /&gt;If you knew how you make me act&lt;br /&gt;If I could have done things differently&lt;br /&gt;Would we now be apart?&lt;br /&gt;I stepped away and lost it all&lt;br /&gt;Because that is what you were&lt;br /&gt;I won’t, I can’t, forget this night&lt;br /&gt;This night I built the wall&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10314479-110661334297684929?l=creevepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/110661334297684929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10314479&amp;postID=110661334297684929&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/110661334297684929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/110661334297684929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/2005/01/not-all-dreams-can-be.html' title='Not All Dreams Can Be'/><author><name>Caleb Reeve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10004170688708153579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ryg8t-8RKy0/SbG4_0kMR5I/AAAAAAAAAPc/PkJNoEYw3_U/S220/n503485329_2649840_939886.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10314479.post-110661328752322580</id><published>2005-01-24T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T17:34:47.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Forgotten</title><content type='html'>You are anything but forgotten&lt;br /&gt;I think of you often&lt;br /&gt;More than you think I do&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish I didn’t have to&lt;br /&gt;I miss you&lt;br /&gt;But I wish that I didn’t &lt;br /&gt;It sounds bad, but it isn’t &lt;br /&gt;All I do is sit and mope around&lt;br /&gt;Wishing you were here&lt;br /&gt;Or that I was there&lt;br /&gt;I sit and stare&lt;br /&gt;Alone I think&lt;br /&gt;Blink blink blink. This stinks&lt;br /&gt;I think I missed my chance&lt;br /&gt;I should have asked you to dance&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t know what I was missing&lt;br /&gt;Please know, I know &lt;br /&gt;I feel so low&lt;br /&gt;No one to talk to, no one that cares&lt;br /&gt;I’m alone on my own&lt;br /&gt;I’d rather be anywhere but here&lt;br /&gt;I miss my friend&lt;br /&gt;I lost him to a girl&lt;br /&gt;I understand&lt;br /&gt;But now I am lost in this world&lt;br /&gt;No directions&lt;br /&gt;Nowhere else to go&lt;br /&gt;And so, even though I would like to be with you&lt;br /&gt;I guess for now I’ll roam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10314479-110661328752322580?l=creevepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/110661328752322580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10314479&amp;postID=110661328752322580&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/110661328752322580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/110661328752322580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/2005/01/not-forgotten.html' title='Not Forgotten'/><author><name>Caleb Reeve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10004170688708153579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ryg8t-8RKy0/SbG4_0kMR5I/AAAAAAAAAPc/PkJNoEYw3_U/S220/n503485329_2649840_939886.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10314479.post-110653830951988946</id><published>2005-01-23T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T10:47:38.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One of These Days</title><content type='html'>One of these days, one of these rays of sun will hit me&lt;br /&gt;Instead of someone else&lt;br /&gt;I have been sitting on the shelf&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for my turn&lt;br /&gt;I yearn&lt;br /&gt;My concerns plague me&lt;br /&gt;Look at what I have made me&lt;br /&gt;Sent myself to Hades&lt;br /&gt;Infect myself with rabies&lt;br /&gt;Driving myself crazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10314479-110653830951988946?l=creevepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/110653830951988946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10314479&amp;postID=110653830951988946&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/110653830951988946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/110653830951988946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/2005/01/one-of-these-days.html' title='One of These Days'/><author><name>Caleb Reeve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10004170688708153579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ryg8t-8RKy0/SbG4_0kMR5I/AAAAAAAAAPc/PkJNoEYw3_U/S220/n503485329_2649840_939886.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10314479.post-4016888499666029126</id><published>2005-01-23T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T10:47:04.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Only You</title><content type='html'>You are the only one for me&lt;br /&gt;The only one I see&lt;br /&gt;And it was meant to be&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t want to leave&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t want to die inside&lt;br /&gt;But I did and I don’t know why&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know how&lt;br /&gt;But when I walked out&lt;br /&gt;I left my heart behind&lt;br /&gt;I left my soul for you&lt;br /&gt;I only took the pain of leaving you again&lt;br /&gt;It is all I have now&lt;br /&gt;It is all I have left of you&lt;br /&gt;It’s only memories and pain&lt;br /&gt;The loss is all I feel&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that is real&lt;br /&gt;You are the only one&lt;br /&gt;The only one my eyes can see&lt;br /&gt;The only one my lungs can breathe&lt;br /&gt;The only one my heart can love&lt;br /&gt;The only one my soul can feel&lt;br /&gt;It is only you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10314479-4016888499666029126?l=creevepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/4016888499666029126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10314479&amp;postID=4016888499666029126&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/4016888499666029126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/4016888499666029126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/2005/01/only-you.html' title='Only You'/><author><name>Caleb Reeve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10004170688708153579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ryg8t-8RKy0/SbG4_0kMR5I/AAAAAAAAAPc/PkJNoEYw3_U/S220/n503485329_2649840_939886.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10314479.post-110653812824350719</id><published>2005-01-23T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T10:46:37.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pieces of Me</title><content type='html'>I’ve been robbed of memories&lt;br /&gt;They’ve stolen my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;My earliest ones lost&lt;br /&gt;My biography of love&lt;br /&gt;I wrote it. It’s gone&lt;br /&gt;They stole it!&lt;br /&gt;No way to retrieve these pieces of me&lt;br /&gt;They’ve gone from me&lt;br /&gt;Left me alone, again.&lt;br /&gt;No key to my past&lt;br /&gt;No journal kept&lt;br /&gt;How many pieces?&lt;br /&gt;Who are these people?&lt;br /&gt;With no regard taking me away with them&lt;br /&gt;How could you? Why would you do that to me?&lt;br /&gt;I need them back&lt;br /&gt;I am incomplete&lt;br /&gt;Without the pieces of me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10314479-110653812824350719?l=creevepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/110653812824350719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10314479&amp;postID=110653812824350719&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/110653812824350719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/110653812824350719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/2005/01/pieces-of-me.html' title='Pieces of Me'/><author><name>Caleb Reeve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10004170688708153579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ryg8t-8RKy0/SbG4_0kMR5I/AAAAAAAAAPc/PkJNoEYw3_U/S220/n503485329_2649840_939886.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10314479.post-110653819343334824</id><published>2005-01-23T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T10:46:10.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Past Presently</title><content type='html'>So many memories come rushing back to me&lt;br /&gt;As the past is presently before me to see&lt;br /&gt;Unfolding its delicacies intrinsically&lt;br /&gt;Remembering and now&lt;br /&gt;Visiting myself a few years back&lt;br /&gt;It is clear I am stuck in the same old tracks&lt;br /&gt;Had anything changed?&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am older now…&lt;br /&gt;I have learned a little bit&lt;br /&gt;But mostly I am sick of it&lt;br /&gt;Tired of how my life has progressed&lt;br /&gt;I haven’t taken forward steps&lt;br /&gt;Depressed and upset things haven’t changed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visiting places I used to go&lt;br /&gt;Just to get low&lt;br /&gt;And know I don’t go anymore&lt;br /&gt;And memories stored&lt;br /&gt;That I have locked away&lt;br /&gt;Haunt me in dreams&lt;br /&gt;It seems they just stay&lt;br /&gt;And it brings me down&lt;br /&gt;But man, why am I sad?&lt;br /&gt;People would kill to live the life I have&lt;br /&gt;But I am not satisfied&lt;br /&gt;I’ve cried myself to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I confess that I am a mess and the stress is killing me&lt;br /&gt;Wondering and praying that I may break free&lt;br /&gt;My somber poetry flows slowly at times&lt;br /&gt;And I only write this cause nothing else feels right&lt;br /&gt;So I’ll go on alone&lt;br /&gt;Working out this probation&lt;br /&gt;Wishing life was more kind and my time wasn’t wasted&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10314479-110653819343334824?l=creevepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/110653819343334824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10314479&amp;postID=110653819343334824&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/110653819343334824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/110653819343334824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/2005/01/past-presently.html' title='Past Presently'/><author><name>Caleb Reeve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10004170688708153579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ryg8t-8RKy0/SbG4_0kMR5I/AAAAAAAAAPc/PkJNoEYw3_U/S220/n503485329_2649840_939886.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10314479.post-4045797258364504965</id><published>2005-01-23T15:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T10:45:49.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reasons</title><content type='html'>I can't write you a poem&lt;br /&gt;Words are not sufficient&lt;br /&gt;So take my life&lt;br /&gt;It will be my poem to you&lt;br /&gt;A living work dedicated for you&lt;br /&gt;My life, my actions, my love&lt;br /&gt;I will give them all to you&lt;br /&gt;It would all be for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is more deeply felt inside me&lt;br /&gt;It is no longer a stranger in hiding&lt;br /&gt;It is constant and abiding&lt;br /&gt;It is welcome and residing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I needed a reason to save my soul&lt;br /&gt;I was drifting aimlessly, living&lt;br /&gt;There was no point or meaning&lt;br /&gt;You have changed everything&lt;br /&gt;I am ready for you now&lt;br /&gt;My reason to improve&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10314479-4045797258364504965?l=creevepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/4045797258364504965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10314479&amp;postID=4045797258364504965&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/4045797258364504965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/4045797258364504965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/2009/02/reasons.html' title='Reasons'/><author><name>Caleb Reeve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10004170688708153579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ryg8t-8RKy0/SbG4_0kMR5I/AAAAAAAAAPc/PkJNoEYw3_U/S220/n503485329_2649840_939886.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10314479.post-115259697824412965</id><published>2005-01-23T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T10:45:24.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Repetitious Ways</title><content type='html'>I have run out of things to say&lt;br /&gt;I am tired of my repetitious ways&lt;br /&gt;Without repeating words and depleting verbs&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing new you haven’t heard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have felt this all before&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing more&lt;br /&gt;But my pen is eager for ink to be spilled&lt;br /&gt;Until the page is filled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cupping the water in pooling hands&lt;br /&gt;Reflections, reflecting my foolish plans&lt;br /&gt;Bearing the load no schoolboy can&lt;br /&gt;An echoing past through canyon lands&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10314479-115259697824412965?l=creevepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/115259697824412965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10314479&amp;postID=115259697824412965&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/115259697824412965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/115259697824412965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/2005/01/repetitious-ways.html' title='Repetitious Ways'/><author><name>Caleb Reeve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10004170688708153579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ryg8t-8RKy0/SbG4_0kMR5I/AAAAAAAAAPc/PkJNoEYw3_U/S220/n503485329_2649840_939886.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10314479.post-111431452588241860</id><published>2005-01-23T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T10:44:57.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Restless</title><content type='html'>I can’t sleep&lt;br /&gt;I can’t get comfortable&lt;br /&gt;I can’t even speak&lt;br /&gt;I can’t believe my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Awestruck, frozen, un-fearless&lt;br /&gt;And intimidated needless to say&lt;br /&gt;I have so much to say&lt;br /&gt;And no way to make words&lt;br /&gt;Courage, in a time like this&lt;br /&gt;Would be a guilty pleasure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More wasted feelings&lt;br /&gt;It’s likely my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Will never have that pleasure again&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes a memory isn’t enough&lt;br /&gt;I crave for more&lt;br /&gt;I long for something to remind me&lt;br /&gt;Did I really just see her?&lt;br /&gt;You are more than beautiful&lt;br /&gt;As you fade away&lt;br /&gt;Isn’t there another way?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10314479-111431452588241860?l=creevepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/111431452588241860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10314479&amp;postID=111431452588241860&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/111431452588241860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/111431452588241860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/2005/01/restless.html' title='Restless'/><author><name>Caleb Reeve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10004170688708153579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ryg8t-8RKy0/SbG4_0kMR5I/AAAAAAAAAPc/PkJNoEYw3_U/S220/n503485329_2649840_939886.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10314479.post-115259664405430671</id><published>2005-01-23T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T10:44:28.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scared</title><content type='html'>Unprepared, she doesn’t know what she fears&lt;br /&gt;I know she is scared, so she will steer clear&lt;br /&gt;But the fear won’t let her get close to me&lt;br /&gt;This is not how it is supposed to be&lt;br /&gt;She won’t budge; she’s firmly placid&lt;br /&gt;The fear holds her steadily vapid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m scared too…&lt;br /&gt;Just for different reasons than you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10314479-115259664405430671?l=creevepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/115259664405430671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10314479&amp;postID=115259664405430671&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/115259664405430671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/115259664405430671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/2005/01/scared.html' title='Scared'/><author><name>Caleb Reeve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10004170688708153579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ryg8t-8RKy0/SbG4_0kMR5I/AAAAAAAAAPc/PkJNoEYw3_U/S220/n503485329_2649840_939886.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10314479.post-111318924436353784</id><published>2005-01-23T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T10:44:06.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeing or Being Me</title><content type='html'>The hardest part about being me&lt;br /&gt;Is standing here able to see&lt;br /&gt;Exactly what I want&lt;br /&gt;But I just can’t reach. &lt;br /&gt;It isn’t something I can work for and get&lt;br /&gt;It is something I can’t forget&lt;br /&gt;Staring me down almost mocking me&lt;br /&gt;Dead in my tracks stopping me&lt;br /&gt;Thinking things, puddles of thought&lt;br /&gt;No easel but paint on my smock&lt;br /&gt;No picture to speak of, no art&lt;br /&gt;A clear pallet, I shall finally depart&lt;br /&gt;Wearily be smart&lt;br /&gt;And separate, disconnect&lt;br /&gt;Until I can make a new start&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10314479-111318924436353784?l=creevepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/111318924436353784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10314479&amp;postID=111318924436353784&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/111318924436353784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/111318924436353784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/2005/01/seeing-or-being-me.html' title='Seeing or Being Me'/><author><name>Caleb Reeve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10004170688708153579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ryg8t-8RKy0/SbG4_0kMR5I/AAAAAAAAAPc/PkJNoEYw3_U/S220/n503485329_2649840_939886.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10314479.post-114964777762650607</id><published>2005-01-23T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T10:43:31.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Self Fulfilling Prophecy</title><content type='html'>Watching you go&lt;br /&gt;Knowing what I know&lt;br /&gt;Feeling these feelings&lt;br /&gt;Seeing what I’ve seen&lt;br /&gt;This is just me&lt;br /&gt;It would usually be much worse&lt;br /&gt;The hurt that it...&lt;br /&gt;But I’ve been numbed&lt;br /&gt;By previous lofty dreams&lt;br /&gt;Steering far clear of me&lt;br /&gt;I have seen this future&lt;br /&gt;And what’s to come&lt;br /&gt;I have seen the future&lt;br /&gt;And I don’t like a single one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now as I drive myself to madness&lt;br /&gt;The sadness sets in.&lt;br /&gt;Remembering again&lt;br /&gt;How on my own I am&lt;br /&gt;More than a memory&lt;br /&gt;I have a picture of you&lt;br /&gt;But that’s not close&lt;br /&gt;To what I wanted the most&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did what I had to&lt;br /&gt;Tried to catch you&lt;br /&gt;No lure or bait worked&lt;br /&gt;I tried to snag you&lt;br /&gt;It wasn’t enough…again&lt;br /&gt;Pain, it seems, my only friend&lt;br /&gt;I try to love, to live, to care, to give&lt;br /&gt;The knife, the dagger, the shank, the shiv&lt;br /&gt;The tourniquet, the constant pressure&lt;br /&gt;The headstone, the tears without measure&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10314479-114964777762650607?l=creevepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/114964777762650607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10314479&amp;postID=114964777762650607&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/114964777762650607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/114964777762650607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/2005/01/self-fulfilling-prophecy.html' title='Self Fulfilling Prophecy'/><author><name>Caleb Reeve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10004170688708153579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ryg8t-8RKy0/SbG4_0kMR5I/AAAAAAAAAPc/PkJNoEYw3_U/S220/n503485329_2649840_939886.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10314479.post-110653806633812265</id><published>2005-01-23T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T10:42:44.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick of You</title><content type='html'>Just stop,&lt;br /&gt;I’m sick of you&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to see you&lt;br /&gt;Can’t be near you&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to hear you&lt;br /&gt;Talking, telling me&lt;br /&gt;The picture that you’re painting&lt;br /&gt;I don’t believe you&lt;br /&gt;And you’re not too good at faking&lt;br /&gt;Making excuses&lt;br /&gt;Communication is useless&lt;br /&gt;It’s a ruthless game that you’re playing&lt;br /&gt;Paying mo attention&lt;br /&gt;To the things I’m saying.&lt;br /&gt;It’s painstaking&lt;br /&gt;I’m patiently waiting&lt;br /&gt;And pain is making me see plainly&lt;br /&gt;That maybe you see differently than me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10314479-110653806633812265?l=creevepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/110653806633812265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10314479&amp;postID=110653806633812265&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/110653806633812265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/110653806633812265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/2005/01/sick-of-you.html' title='Sick of You'/><author><name>Caleb Reeve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10004170688708153579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ryg8t-8RKy0/SbG4_0kMR5I/AAAAAAAAAPc/PkJNoEYw3_U/S220/n503485329_2649840_939886.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10314479.post-110653801455806909</id><published>2005-01-23T08:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T10:09:45.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simply, a Woman</title><content type='html'>I lie in wait;&lt;br /&gt;ready for a moment some say won’t ever happen.&lt;br /&gt;Lightning striking, bringing me to my knees.&lt;br /&gt;Hopelessly wanting that electricity.&lt;br /&gt;I want to see her.&lt;br /&gt;I know it is right.&lt;br /&gt;I want to hold her through the night.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t need to speak.&lt;br /&gt;She knows how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;She's here and its clear,&lt;br /&gt;We’re happy together.&lt;br /&gt;It’s something unreal.&lt;br /&gt;Kneel across from her and see&lt;br /&gt;into her eyes across eternity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10314479-110653801455806909?l=creevepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/110653801455806909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10314479&amp;postID=110653801455806909&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/110653801455806909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/110653801455806909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/2005/01/simply-woman.html' title='Simply, a Woman'/><author><name>Caleb Reeve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10004170688708153579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ryg8t-8RKy0/SbG4_0kMR5I/AAAAAAAAAPc/PkJNoEYw3_U/S220/n503485329_2649840_939886.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10314479.post-110653790458814276</id><published>2005-01-23T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T10:41:12.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So I Go</title><content type='html'>Oh that’s right. I remember now; how I felt about you.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to relive that&lt;br /&gt;I lived it one too many times as it is&lt;br /&gt;As it were, I’ll do what I did then&lt;br /&gt;I won’t be your friend&lt;br /&gt;And so it goes…again&lt;br /&gt;I can’t be around you without wishing&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming, thinking about you&lt;br /&gt;I hate that about me&lt;br /&gt;And so I go on&lt;br /&gt;You’re not there to bring me down&lt;br /&gt;But if you’d have me, sadly;&lt;br /&gt;I’d take you back gladly…&lt;br /&gt;Happy.&lt;br /&gt;I hate that about me&lt;br /&gt;I stand alone.&lt;br /&gt;Shouting.&lt;br /&gt;With no one around me&lt;br /&gt;Confounding me with mind games&lt;br /&gt;She plays with me&lt;br /&gt;So I stand up&lt;br /&gt;I take a stand&lt;br /&gt;And demand!&lt;br /&gt;…ask…&lt;br /&gt;…think about saying no&lt;br /&gt;But doing it anyway&lt;br /&gt;Letting her play her way, my role&lt;br /&gt;One more day.&lt;br /&gt;I give her a chance to turn it around&lt;br /&gt;The whole time wishing I didn’t&lt;br /&gt;I hate that about me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10314479-110653790458814276?l=creevepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/110653790458814276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10314479&amp;postID=110653790458814276&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/110653790458814276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/110653790458814276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/2005/01/so-i-go.html' title='So I Go'/><author><name>Caleb Reeve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10004170688708153579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ryg8t-8RKy0/SbG4_0kMR5I/AAAAAAAAAPc/PkJNoEYw3_U/S220/n503485329_2649840_939886.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10314479.post-110653785724310212</id><published>2005-01-23T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T10:41:32.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something About You</title><content type='html'>Something about you just does it for me&lt;br /&gt;Obviously you mean a lot to me&lt;br /&gt;Seriously though, how can you just leave me alone?&lt;br /&gt;At a time like this I need to feel your kiss&lt;br /&gt;Time drags and I long for you&lt;br /&gt;Your touch brings a rush to my senses&lt;br /&gt;I lower my defenses&lt;br /&gt;When you come around&lt;br /&gt;The sound of your voice&lt;br /&gt;Some how it calms me&lt;br /&gt;Its like your love embalms me&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is wrong&lt;br /&gt;Everything is right tonight&lt;br /&gt;I am with you&lt;br /&gt;I am cheerful&lt;br /&gt;It has been so long since I have felt that&lt;br /&gt;When you leave I want you right back&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere you lie alone sleeping&lt;br /&gt;I am here thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;I am about to&lt;br /&gt;Why did I ever doubt you?&lt;br /&gt;Now you can be surrounded by my love&lt;br /&gt;Its not enough, you deserve more&lt;br /&gt;I’ll give you everything&lt;br /&gt;That is what you mean to me&lt;br /&gt;You are the only one I want to see&lt;br /&gt;Everyday, forever beside me&lt;br /&gt;You can’t deny me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10314479-110653785724310212?l=creevepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/110653785724310212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10314479&amp;postID=110653785724310212&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/110653785724310212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/110653785724310212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/2005/01/something-about-you.html' title='Something About You'/><author><name>Caleb Reeve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10004170688708153579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ryg8t-8RKy0/SbG4_0kMR5I/AAAAAAAAAPc/PkJNoEYw3_U/S220/n503485329_2649840_939886.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10314479.post-5612107693407796709</id><published>2005-01-23T06:00:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T00:04:25.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes</title><content type='html'>Sometimes it hurts more than it should&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I let it&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes everything reminds me of you&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it is all I know&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I want to let it all go&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I hang on because its all I really have&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you still inspire me&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I can't escape everything that is you&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I realize it is because you are a part of me &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I need so much more than what I have been left with&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just want to run&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the pain is too much&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it hold me fast, holds me close&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you're the one I need the most&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I look and you're all I see&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish I was free from everything you mean to me&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes all these things come rushing back to me&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I write it down for you to see&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10314479-5612107693407796709?l=creevepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/5612107693407796709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10314479&amp;postID=5612107693407796709&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/5612107693407796709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/5612107693407796709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/2005/01/sometimes.html' title='Sometimes'/><author><name>Caleb Reeve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10004170688708153579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ryg8t-8RKy0/SbG4_0kMR5I/AAAAAAAAAPc/PkJNoEYw3_U/S220/n503485329_2649840_939886.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10314479.post-110653779487074533</id><published>2005-01-23T05:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T10:40:37.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Speak to me</title><content type='html'>I don’t trust you&lt;br /&gt;I don’t believe you&lt;br /&gt;I don’t understand you&lt;br /&gt;I’m hurting myself&lt;br /&gt;I wish it were worth it&lt;br /&gt;But I don’t think it is&lt;br /&gt;If I continue I am going to be miserable&lt;br /&gt;I’m already lonely&lt;br /&gt;I don’t need misery to accompany me&lt;br /&gt;I love you but I can’t love you&lt;br /&gt;Not being the one for you&lt;br /&gt;Not being loved by you&lt;br /&gt;Stop seeing me the way you do&lt;br /&gt;Let go&lt;br /&gt;Let me know&lt;br /&gt;How it is you really feel&lt;br /&gt;Let me be&lt;br /&gt;Free me please&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to be your rebound friend&lt;br /&gt;To get you on your feet again&lt;br /&gt;I don’t deserve to be used like that&lt;br /&gt;Your silence only confuses me&lt;br /&gt;So speak to me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10314479-110653779487074533?l=creevepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/110653779487074533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10314479&amp;postID=110653779487074533&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/110653779487074533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/110653779487074533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/2005/01/speak-to-me.html' title='Speak to me'/><author><name>Caleb Reeve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10004170688708153579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ryg8t-8RKy0/SbG4_0kMR5I/AAAAAAAAAPc/PkJNoEYw3_U/S220/n503485329_2649840_939886.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10314479.post-9076968035233874060</id><published>2005-01-23T04:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T10:38:17.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Speed Waiting</title><content type='html'>Calm your nerves, you're insecure&lt;br /&gt;Wait for it!&lt;br /&gt;Patience Boy!&lt;br /&gt;Do not doubt.  Do not fight yourself&lt;br /&gt;You can wait.&lt;br /&gt;You've waited this long&lt;br /&gt;If she's the one then you MUST wait&lt;br /&gt;WAIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is cruel&lt;br /&gt;Stay the course&lt;br /&gt;Do not cave&lt;br /&gt;When the time is right&lt;br /&gt;Be persistent, resilient&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is brilliant, isn't she.&lt;br /&gt;Just wait...good things come&lt;br /&gt;and if she's the one&lt;br /&gt;She's worth waiting for&lt;br /&gt;You know that much at least.&lt;br /&gt;Be patient&lt;br /&gt;Slow it down&lt;br /&gt;What's the rush&lt;br /&gt;You can only do so much&lt;br /&gt;You can only do enough.&lt;br /&gt;You can wait.&lt;br /&gt;The pain, the trials they will not last forever&lt;br /&gt;and if the time comes that you are together&lt;br /&gt;it will be sweeter.&lt;br /&gt;It will be worth the wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10314479-9076968035233874060?l=creevepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/9076968035233874060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10314479&amp;postID=9076968035233874060&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/9076968035233874060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/9076968035233874060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/2009/02/speed-waiting.html' title='Speed Waiting'/><author><name>Caleb Reeve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10004170688708153579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ryg8t-8RKy0/SbG4_0kMR5I/AAAAAAAAAPc/PkJNoEYw3_U/S220/n503485329_2649840_939886.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10314479.post-110653774364185711</id><published>2005-01-23T03:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T10:37:52.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuck in the Middle</title><content type='html'>I’m stuck in the middle&lt;br /&gt;So give me just a little&lt;br /&gt;Room so I can wiggle&lt;br /&gt;Cause I’m caught in a pickle&lt;br /&gt;I move to the side&lt;br /&gt;As worlds collide&lt;br /&gt;I confide that I’m taking this in stride&lt;br /&gt;I feel satisfied&lt;br /&gt;I know the problems I face will go&lt;br /&gt;Like the rivers I will flow&lt;br /&gt;With seeds I’ve sown&lt;br /&gt;Oh so comfortable&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10314479-110653774364185711?l=creevepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/110653774364185711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10314479&amp;postID=110653774364185711&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/110653774364185711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/110653774364185711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/2005/01/stuck-in-middle.html' title='Stuck in the Middle'/><author><name>Caleb Reeve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10004170688708153579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ryg8t-8RKy0/SbG4_0kMR5I/AAAAAAAAAPc/PkJNoEYw3_U/S220/n503485329_2649840_939886.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10314479.post-7646679329466088536</id><published>2005-01-23T03:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T22:19:42.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Synonym Trees</title><content type='html'>Over and Over, it repeats&lt;br /&gt;Time and Time again, it replays&lt;br /&gt;A re-run, a reprise&lt;br /&gt;a false start, a restart&lt;br /&gt;a re-do, undone, a duplicate, a copy&lt;br /&gt;an echo&lt;br /&gt;a reoccurring dream, a revolving door&lt;br /&gt;its de ja vu, familiar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm so sick of it,&lt;br /&gt;worn out, exhausted,&lt;br /&gt;wasted, tired of it all&lt;br /&gt;That I could walk away,&lt;br /&gt;step back, forfeit, repel, give up&lt;br /&gt;But I know I'll never be,&lt;br /&gt;amount to, become, develop into&lt;br /&gt;What I should,&lt;br /&gt;What I could, potentially&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am without,&lt;br /&gt;lacking, void, missing, vacant&lt;br /&gt;alone, desolate, lost, delusional, delirious&lt;br /&gt;spinning, dizzy, discombobulated, unbalanced&lt;br /&gt;wayward, searching, hiding, camouflage&lt;br /&gt;disguised, counterfeit&lt;br /&gt;corrupt, dirty, filthy, nasty&lt;br /&gt;waste, disposed, left over, extra, more, bonus&lt;br /&gt;free, gift, present, treasure&lt;br /&gt;prized, hold close, revere&lt;br /&gt;respect, admire, brave&lt;br /&gt;hero, savior, brother, friend&lt;br /&gt;nearer, draw closer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10314479-7646679329466088536?l=creevepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/7646679329466088536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10314479&amp;postID=7646679329466088536&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/7646679329466088536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/7646679329466088536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/2009/12/synonym-trees.html' title='Synonym Trees'/><author><name>Caleb Reeve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10004170688708153579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ryg8t-8RKy0/SbG4_0kMR5I/AAAAAAAAAPc/PkJNoEYw3_U/S220/n503485329_2649840_939886.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10314479.post-603908672349882173</id><published>2005-01-23T02:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T12:20:46.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tears and crying</title><content type='html'>i woke up the day after&lt;br /&gt;a crying disaster&lt;br /&gt;the emotions got the best of me&lt;br /&gt;falling to my knees to plead&lt;br /&gt;my body and mind please be freed&lt;br /&gt;that she'd be happy&lt;br /&gt;look at me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everywhere i turn&lt;br /&gt;every thought for months was of her&lt;br /&gt;how do i shut that off&lt;br /&gt;clean it up&lt;br /&gt;clear it out&lt;br /&gt;move along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not mad&lt;br /&gt;i'm devistated&lt;br /&gt;and plain and simple...sad&lt;br /&gt;my mind and heart were set&lt;br /&gt;and now i need to forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what,&lt;br /&gt;i cried in her arms before i left&lt;br /&gt;and the tears fell as i walked out her door&lt;br /&gt;and in the airport as i waited to board&lt;br /&gt;and driving home&lt;br /&gt;and when I woke and she wasn't there&lt;br /&gt;tears....and crying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10314479-603908672349882173?l=creevepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/603908672349882173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10314479&amp;postID=603908672349882173&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/603908672349882173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/603908672349882173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/2009/02/tears-and-crying.html' title='tears and crying'/><author><name>Caleb Reeve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10004170688708153579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ryg8t-8RKy0/SbG4_0kMR5I/AAAAAAAAAPc/PkJNoEYw3_U/S220/n503485329_2649840_939886.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10314479.post-286619304015046969</id><published>2005-01-23T02:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T00:16:00.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That Man</title><content type='html'>If you can live with the choice&lt;br /&gt;you can live with the consequences&lt;br /&gt;you can put up your defenses&lt;br /&gt;you can talk yourself senseless&lt;br /&gt;but you will never convince me&lt;br /&gt;that this is the best thing.&lt;br /&gt;Choose you this day&lt;br /&gt;but its already made&lt;br /&gt;and you already know&lt;br /&gt;the outcome of this scenario&lt;br /&gt;and if it leads to anything but pain&lt;br /&gt;to anything but regret&lt;br /&gt;for the lives you will miss&lt;br /&gt;and the smiles you'll forget&lt;br /&gt;then I will be happily mistaken&lt;br /&gt;I will swallow my pride&lt;br /&gt;but I will never know that man&lt;br /&gt;at any point in my life&lt;br /&gt;he will never meet my wife&lt;br /&gt;or say 'hi' to my kids&lt;br /&gt;but these are your consequences&lt;br /&gt;if its how you want to live&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10314479-286619304015046969?l=creevepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/286619304015046969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10314479&amp;postID=286619304015046969&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/286619304015046969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/286619304015046969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/2005/01/that-man.html' title='That Man'/><author><name>Caleb Reeve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10004170688708153579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ryg8t-8RKy0/SbG4_0kMR5I/AAAAAAAAAPc/PkJNoEYw3_U/S220/n503485329_2649840_939886.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10314479.post-110653768505407292</id><published>2005-01-23T01:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T10:36:30.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cycle</title><content type='html'>I know.&lt;br /&gt;I knew when I saw you&lt;br /&gt;I never really stood a chance&lt;br /&gt;But I took one anyway&lt;br /&gt;Fully knowing&lt;br /&gt;I was setting myself up for pain&lt;br /&gt;My imagination, my dreams&lt;br /&gt;Leading me on.&lt;br /&gt;A false hope and reality&lt;br /&gt;Send me away soon&lt;br /&gt;Reject me quickly&lt;br /&gt;So I can move on&lt;br /&gt;Momentarily fixated&lt;br /&gt;Fixation&lt;br /&gt;I contemplate the unreal&lt;br /&gt;A true skeptic&lt;br /&gt;Hopeless romantic at heart&lt;br /&gt;The cycle&lt;br /&gt;Back where I began&lt;br /&gt;Hurting because I lack&lt;br /&gt;The only true thing I wish I had&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10314479-110653768505407292?l=creevepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/110653768505407292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10314479&amp;postID=110653768505407292&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/110653768505407292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/110653768505407292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/2005/01/cycle.html' title='The Cycle'/><author><name>Caleb Reeve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10004170688708153579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ryg8t-8RKy0/SbG4_0kMR5I/AAAAAAAAAPc/PkJNoEYw3_U/S220/n503485329_2649840_939886.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10314479.post-111757143247918973</id><published>2005-01-22T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T07:22:14.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dissolution Proclamation</title><content type='html'>I wouldn’t mind spending time with you&lt;br /&gt;I don’t have much to offer or give you&lt;br /&gt;There’s not much we’ve been through&lt;br /&gt;Not much of a future is within view&lt;br /&gt;Since you happen to be afraid of me&lt;br /&gt;Dating or committing&lt;br /&gt;Makes my proposition silly&lt;br /&gt;Not scared of me per se&lt;br /&gt;But the potential eventual dissolution&lt;br /&gt;The inevitable evolution&lt;br /&gt;A point of un-revival&lt;br /&gt;Where we both in denial&lt;br /&gt;Separate&lt;br /&gt;It is everything in between the ends&lt;br /&gt;I desire to perpetuate&lt;br /&gt;It may not last&lt;br /&gt;And probably won’t&lt;br /&gt;That doesn’t mean don’t.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10314479-111757143247918973?l=creevepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/111757143247918973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10314479&amp;postID=111757143247918973&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/111757143247918973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/111757143247918973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/2005/01/dissolution-proclamation.html' title='The Dissolution Proclamation'/><author><name>Caleb Reeve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10004170688708153579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ryg8t-8RKy0/SbG4_0kMR5I/AAAAAAAAAPc/PkJNoEYw3_U/S220/n503485329_2649840_939886.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10314479.post-110635980890383052</id><published>2005-01-21T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T19:10:08.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Future</title><content type='html'>I have searched for so long&lt;br /&gt;To find where I belong&lt;br /&gt;I guess I never really knew&lt;br /&gt;Until I found you&lt;br /&gt;So many times I’ve been broken&lt;br /&gt;Shattered and left alone&lt;br /&gt;The words that wee spoken&lt;br /&gt;They don’t matter I’m home&lt;br /&gt;With you I am in safety’s net&lt;br /&gt;Never looking back, nothing to regret&lt;br /&gt;A dream comes true in you&lt;br /&gt;Finally I can rest from my wandering&lt;br /&gt;No more games I’m through with wondering&lt;br /&gt;Never more satisfied, I’ve tried&lt;br /&gt;I know right now that this isn’t real&lt;br /&gt;But this is what I am hoping to feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10314479-110635980890383052?l=creevepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/110635980890383052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10314479&amp;postID=110635980890383052&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/110635980890383052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/110635980890383052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/2005/01/future.html' title='The Future'/><author><name>Caleb Reeve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10004170688708153579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ryg8t-8RKy0/SbG4_0kMR5I/AAAAAAAAAPc/PkJNoEYw3_U/S220/n503485329_2649840_939886.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10314479.post-110635976482941995</id><published>2005-01-21T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T19:09:24.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The One</title><content type='html'>I would have done &lt;br /&gt;Anything&lt;br /&gt;You meant everything&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes I think I think too much&lt;br /&gt;My feelings aren’t enough&lt;br /&gt;I end up alone again&lt;br /&gt;Left to fix what I can’t amend&lt;br /&gt;Now you only bring me &lt;br /&gt;Pain and heartache &lt;br /&gt;When I hear your name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I wanted was to be with you &lt;br /&gt;Have something meaningful&lt;br /&gt;And I,&lt;br /&gt;Amount to nothing in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Become someone that you despise &lt;br /&gt;And why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to earn you&lt;br /&gt;I was the only one&lt;br /&gt;Because &lt;br /&gt;I  was the one that won&lt;br /&gt;Unable to see me for what I was&lt;br /&gt;I was the one&lt;br /&gt;No one can love you like I did&lt;br /&gt;No one will want to &lt;br /&gt;After what you did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10314479-110635976482941995?l=creevepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/110635976482941995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10314479&amp;postID=110635976482941995&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/110635976482941995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/110635976482941995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/2005/01/one.html' title='The One'/><author><name>Caleb Reeve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10004170688708153579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ryg8t-8RKy0/SbG4_0kMR5I/AAAAAAAAAPc/PkJNoEYw3_U/S220/n503485329_2649840_939886.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10314479.post-110635969165974271</id><published>2005-01-21T19:07:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T22:24:19.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Psalm of Caleb</title><content type='html'>Awake my soul from darkness now,&lt;br /&gt;No longer droop in sin.&lt;br /&gt;Protect me Lord, temptations snare,&lt;br /&gt;Traps my soul within.&lt;br /&gt;Wilt thou, O Lord, please sanctify,&lt;br /&gt;And straighten out my paths.&lt;br /&gt;That I, dear Lord, may not be bound,&lt;br /&gt;By Satan’s chains and grasp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart it groans, when sin I do,&lt;br /&gt;For flesh it over powers.&lt;br /&gt;Please place Thy Truths in beacons Lord,&lt;br /&gt;Upon Thy Holy towers.&lt;br /&gt;Oh wretched man, I see myself,&lt;br /&gt;I sorrow for my flesh.&lt;br /&gt;For the sins I do commit,&lt;br /&gt;Which easily beset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My God hath been my full support,&lt;br /&gt;He’s filled me with His love.&lt;br /&gt;He’s heard my cries and dried my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;And blessed me from above.&lt;br /&gt;Rejoice my heart and cry to God,&lt;br /&gt;For endless is my praise.&lt;br /&gt;The Rock of my Salvation whom,&lt;br /&gt;I’ll worship all my days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Christ redeems our souls,&lt;br /&gt;By mercy’s lasting bounds.&lt;br /&gt;And Justice it does overcome,&lt;br /&gt;If his will becomes ours.&lt;br /&gt;Our Father gives if we do ask,&lt;br /&gt;In faith, and not amiss.&lt;br /&gt;For we are Christ’s and Christ is His&lt;br /&gt;To live in holiness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10314479-110635969165974271?l=creevepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/110635969165974271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10314479&amp;postID=110635969165974271&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/110635969165974271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/110635969165974271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/2005/01/psalm-of-caleb.html' title='The Psalm of Caleb'/><author><name>Caleb Reeve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10004170688708153579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ryg8t-8RKy0/SbG4_0kMR5I/AAAAAAAAAPc/PkJNoEYw3_U/S220/n503485329_2649840_939886.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10314479.post-111500863906920837</id><published>2005-01-21T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T10:33:31.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Significance of your Touch</title><content type='html'>I’m so scared to get hurt&lt;br /&gt;That the pain overshadows the worth&lt;br /&gt;Of taking the chance at romance&lt;br /&gt;At love&lt;br /&gt;For angels reside&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for my eyes&lt;br /&gt;For my heart&lt;br /&gt;And for loving the whole&lt;br /&gt;Not simply a part&lt;br /&gt;Or a piece&lt;br /&gt;The relief when words are spoken&lt;br /&gt;To hear you speak&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes to see you&lt;br /&gt;To hear you, is all I need&lt;br /&gt;But words and deeds&lt;br /&gt;Are not the only things&lt;br /&gt;Important to me&lt;br /&gt;More importantly&lt;br /&gt;Just having you there&lt;br /&gt;Having you near&lt;br /&gt;Having you here&lt;br /&gt;A touch is simply enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10314479-111500863906920837?l=creevepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/111500863906920837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10314479&amp;postID=111500863906920837&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/111500863906920837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/111500863906920837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/2005/01/significance-of-your-touch.html' title='The Significance of your Touch'/><author><name>Caleb Reeve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10004170688708153579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ryg8t-8RKy0/SbG4_0kMR5I/AAAAAAAAAPc/PkJNoEYw3_U/S220/n503485329_2649840_939886.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10314479.post-110635965304726971</id><published>2005-01-21T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T10:32:56.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Soft Load</title><content type='html'>A soft load is lifted but heavier still,&lt;br /&gt;My regret for not seeing my body is chilled.&lt;br /&gt;Alone I encompass a thought of the past.&lt;br /&gt;With no understanding like a thought that will pass.&lt;br /&gt;Slowly I wander and wonder about why,&lt;br /&gt;This pierced piece of soul is left to die.&lt;br /&gt;A pressure builds and the baggage cinched tight,&lt;br /&gt;When a soft load is lifted to rest through the night.&lt;br /&gt;A vision encountered by the pillars of thought,&lt;br /&gt;To stand as a virtue for a thing of naught.&lt;br /&gt;Rearranged to stand alone in the darkness&lt;br /&gt;Subjected to the stain of the vain and the heartless.&lt;br /&gt;Immovable with reason I stand alone in the crowd,&lt;br /&gt;When a soft load is lifted to silence the loud.&lt;br /&gt;Uplifted by the burdens of the downtrodden and meek,&lt;br /&gt;Confusion put to rest when the mute will speak.&lt;br /&gt;The mysteries truth, the plainness of debate,&lt;br /&gt;When a soft load is lifted to hold up the weight.&lt;br /&gt;The present never happens cause its always futures past,&lt;br /&gt;When a soft load is lifted the hardness will last.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10314479-110635965304726971?l=creevepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/110635965304726971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10314479&amp;postID=110635965304726971&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/110635965304726971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10314479/posts/default/110635965304726971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/2005/01/soft-load.html' title='The Soft Load'/><author><name>Caleb Reeve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10004170688708153579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ryg8t-8RKy0/SbG4_0kMR5I/AAAAAAAAAPc/PkJNoEYw3_U/S220/n503485329_2649840_939886.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10314479.post-110635961770647202</id><published>2005-01-20T20:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T10:35:42.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tales of a Lonely Man</title><content type='html'>The tales of a lonely man&lt;br /&gt;The saddest things&lt;br /&gt;The sorrow it brings&lt;br /&gt;The life of the lonely man&lt;br /&gt;Time only prolongs the pain&lt;br /&gt;And with all of this&lt;br /&gt;Comes life’s great twists&lt;br /&gt;Time is part of the pain&lt;br /&gt;On my own&lt;br /&gt;This lonely man&lt;br /&gt;His only plan&lt;br /&gt;To be all on my own&lt;br /&gt;It never works out&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it seems&lt;br /&gt;A lifetime to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the tears&lt;br /&gt;A lonely man’s fears&lt;br /&gt;His plan to stand-alone&lt;br /&gt;Solo, his only road&lt;br /&gt;Stories never told&lt;br /&gt;No one to hold&lt;br /&gt;A hand destined to fold&lt;br /&gt;Heart as stone&lt;br /&gt;Chilled to the bone&lt;br /&gt;Anxiously engaged&lt;br /&gt;Life is a stage&lt;br /&gt;But no one came to see the play&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10314479-110635961770647202?l=creevepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/110635961770647202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10314479&amp;postID=110635961770647202&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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around me is astounding&lt;br /&gt;Leaps ahead, bounding&lt;br /&gt;Advancing, racing the race&lt;br /&gt;Just to start again when it ends&lt;br /&gt;This is real though&lt;br /&gt;It is not pretend&lt;br /&gt;Lend a helping hand&lt;br /&gt;Take a stand&lt;br /&gt;Band together&lt;br /&gt;Save this land&lt;br /&gt;From hypocrisy&lt;br /&gt;Demoralization&lt;br /&gt;One nation&lt;br /&gt;United under God&lt;br /&gt;Invincible and residual.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10314479-110635957344182140?l=creevepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/110635957344182140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10314479&amp;postID=110635957344182140&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;All the attention I gave you.&lt;br /&gt;I MADE YOU!&lt;br /&gt;The prices I paid, I can’t explain.&lt;br /&gt;You drove me insane like a stain.&lt;br /&gt;Now when I look at you I think I was a fool.&lt;br /&gt;Who was I kidding?&lt;br /&gt;Forgetting why I even dared to cry.&lt;br /&gt;Or why I liked you to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;Why was I in it?&lt;br /&gt;I wasn’t worth it at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10314479-110635952027136038?l=creevepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/110635952027136038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10314479&amp;postID=110635952027136038&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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key inside&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why alone I think of you&lt;br /&gt;Now that you’re gone I don’t know what to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that I was mistaken&lt;br /&gt;You were always in the right&lt;br /&gt;Blinded by the life you’d taken&lt;br /&gt;Switched with mine, I see the light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trouble and tragedy let it be&lt;br /&gt;Triumph and victory foreign to me&lt;br /&gt;Lie cheat leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;You threw away the map but I still got home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of me I demand you to&lt;br /&gt;Answer me I command you to&lt;br /&gt;Questioning what did I do wrong&lt;br /&gt;Beckoning what did I do wrong&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10314479-110635948541447153?l=creevepoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creevepoems.blogspot.com/feeds/110635948541447153/comments/default' 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