<?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-9754191</id><updated>2012-01-13T17:40:08.544+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Writings on the Wall</title><subtitle type='html'>sometimes i scribble, sometimes i mumble..
sometimes i shout, sometimes i pout..
and often times, most often of all, 
i write on these invisible walls..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citykooswrites.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9754191/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citykooswrites.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>citykoos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05242546281487702723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OMP_OSa0FbU/SoWZozFgP-I/AAAAAAAABKQ/irAjtfrK7Ig/S220/P1020415.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9754191.post-4616746292664506468</id><published>2011-07-08T05:18:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T05:26:16.480+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today i see&lt;br /&gt;a door in front of me&lt;br /&gt;the path is clear&lt;br /&gt;i just need to enter&lt;br /&gt;funny i cease to hear&lt;br /&gt;the footsteps that followed me here&lt;br /&gt;funny i cease to see&lt;br /&gt;the distance diminishing be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were doors before&lt;br /&gt;thousands that i've entered&lt;br /&gt;none that i've wanted&lt;br /&gt;as much as i wanted this&lt;br /&gt;but against all other doors before&lt;br /&gt;none that that me feel&lt;br /&gt;as alone and as weak&lt;br /&gt;as i am standing in front of this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©2011 Dila Mohd&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9754191-4616746292664506468?l=citykooswrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citykooswrites.blogspot.com/feeds/4616746292664506468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9754191&amp;postID=4616746292664506468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9754191/posts/default/4616746292664506468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9754191/posts/default/4616746292664506468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citykooswrites.blogspot.com/2011/07/today-i-see-door-in-front-of-me-path-is.html' title=''/><author><name>citykoos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05242546281487702723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OMP_OSa0FbU/SoWZozFgP-I/AAAAAAAABKQ/irAjtfrK7Ig/S220/P1020415.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9754191.post-7436996739008064192</id><published>2009-08-14T19:22:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T19:33:28.564+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i remembered when my hair was dark&lt;br /&gt;as dark as the blackest of midnight tar&lt;br /&gt;funny, i dont remember how i felt&lt;br /&gt;funny that nothing rings a bell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remembered when i colored it brown&lt;br /&gt;as brown as the autumn leaves on the ground&lt;br /&gt;funny how it changes with the season&lt;br /&gt;funny how i remained the same person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday my hair was colored blue&lt;br /&gt;as blue as i held my feelings true&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow i hope it will change&lt;br /&gt;and take away all this pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©2009 Dila Mohd&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9754191-7436996739008064192?l=citykooswrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citykooswrites.blogspot.com/feeds/7436996739008064192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9754191&amp;postID=7436996739008064192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9754191/posts/default/7436996739008064192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9754191/posts/default/7436996739008064192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citykooswrites.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-remembered-when-my-hair-was-dark-as.html' title=''/><author><name>citykoos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05242546281487702723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OMP_OSa0FbU/SoWZozFgP-I/AAAAAAAABKQ/irAjtfrK7Ig/S220/P1020415.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9754191.post-7245232074473819472</id><published>2009-06-04T18:52:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T18:59:33.673+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>he said&lt;br /&gt;laughter is the best medicine&lt;br /&gt;she said&lt;br /&gt;nothing can take away this pain&lt;br /&gt;he soothed he murmured&lt;br /&gt;he's filled with patience&lt;br /&gt;she screamed she shouted&lt;br /&gt;she felt so drained&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©2009 Dila Mohd&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>citykoos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05242546281487702723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OMP_OSa0FbU/SoWZozFgP-I/AAAAAAAABKQ/irAjtfrK7Ig/S220/P1020415.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9754191.post-1987575324564242380</id><published>2009-06-04T18:43:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T18:52:26.223+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>silently she's here&lt;br /&gt;driven by the screams she hears&lt;br /&gt;strong, persuasive she bears it all&lt;br /&gt;a smile, a swipe she lay to fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the face remains eerily the same&lt;br /&gt;the mind smiles its a dangerous game&lt;br /&gt;the lips are hers, the voice remains&lt;br /&gt;soft, unyielding not a trace of pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;similar but yet still not the same&lt;br /&gt;long ago when she once came..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©2009 Dila Mohd&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9754191-1987575324564242380?l=citykooswrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citykooswrites.blogspot.com/feeds/1987575324564242380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9754191&amp;postID=1987575324564242380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9754191/posts/default/1987575324564242380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9754191/posts/default/1987575324564242380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citykooswrites.blogspot.com/2009/06/silently-shes-here-driven-by-screams.html' title=''/><author><name>citykoos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05242546281487702723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OMP_OSa0FbU/SoWZozFgP-I/AAAAAAAABKQ/irAjtfrK7Ig/S220/P1020415.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9754191.post-6046988220410658054</id><published>2009-05-31T14:54:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T15:17:56.398+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes it felt like hot chocolate&lt;br /&gt;sipped in the coldest of madison winter&lt;br /&gt;sometimes it felt like the silkiest of cotton&lt;br /&gt;known, warm, safe from harm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;often times it felt like control&lt;br /&gt;its yours, so real that you can almost hold&lt;br /&gt;but most often than mostly not&lt;br /&gt;it felt cruel, sharp and scalding hot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are no sides that it will choose&lt;br /&gt;no good no bad no matter who&lt;br /&gt;it can come to you in a beat of the heart&lt;br /&gt;it can make you whole or tear you apart..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love, it's not a song you can sing&lt;br /&gt;it's not a pair of delicate white wings&lt;br /&gt;love, it's that strange little feeling&lt;br /&gt;soft as a caress, hard as steel&lt;br /&gt;deep as the ocean, uncertain sometimes unreal..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©2009 Dila Mohd&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9754191-6046988220410658054?l=citykooswrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citykooswrites.blogspot.com/feeds/6046988220410658054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9754191&amp;postID=6046988220410658054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9754191/posts/default/6046988220410658054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9754191/posts/default/6046988220410658054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citykooswrites.blogspot.com/2009/05/sometimes-it-felt-like-hot-chocolate.html' title=''/><author><name>citykoos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05242546281487702723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OMP_OSa0FbU/SoWZozFgP-I/AAAAAAAABKQ/irAjtfrK7Ig/S220/P1020415.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9754191.post-9101771513010096947</id><published>2009-05-31T14:46:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T14:48:20.807+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>trust is such a fragile little thing&lt;br /&gt;fidelity has many different meanings&lt;br /&gt;love oh love, if only it's a song we can sing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©2009 Dila Mohd&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9754191-9101771513010096947?l=citykooswrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citykooswrites.blogspot.com/feeds/9101771513010096947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9754191&amp;postID=9101771513010096947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9754191/posts/default/9101771513010096947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9754191/posts/default/9101771513010096947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citykooswrites.blogspot.com/2009/05/trust-is-such-fragile-little-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>citykoos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05242546281487702723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OMP_OSa0FbU/SoWZozFgP-I/AAAAAAAABKQ/irAjtfrK7Ig/S220/P1020415.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9754191.post-679621318071141518</id><published>2009-05-31T14:37:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T14:45:19.233+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its hard to say what i'm feeling right now&lt;br /&gt;nothing seems to be as they should be&lt;br /&gt;nothing seems as clear as they were&lt;br /&gt;and i am afraid to close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its hard to say what i meant to say&lt;br /&gt;words sometime seem too cruel to let out&lt;br /&gt;feelings often times get in the way&lt;br /&gt;and still, i am afraid to close my eyes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what if i see what i dont want to see?&lt;br /&gt;what if i cant deny this familiar in me?&lt;br /&gt;and so i will never close my eyes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©2009 Dila Mohd&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9754191-679621318071141518?l=citykooswrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citykooswrites.blogspot.com/feeds/679621318071141518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9754191&amp;postID=679621318071141518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9754191/posts/default/679621318071141518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9754191/posts/default/679621318071141518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citykooswrites.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-hard-to-say-what-im-feeling-right.html' title=''/><author><name>citykoos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05242546281487702723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OMP_OSa0FbU/SoWZozFgP-I/AAAAAAAABKQ/irAjtfrK7Ig/S220/P1020415.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9754191.post-1267150195217650056</id><published>2009-05-26T20:02:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T20:14:35.848+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and suddenly it stopped&lt;br /&gt;it came for minutes, hours&lt;br /&gt;and by seconds it stopped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that minute second i missed it&lt;br /&gt;that part of me that came and passed&lt;br /&gt;that part of me that i'd learned to suppress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the precious moments i've learned to cherished&lt;br /&gt;through colors of emotions feelings and sights&lt;br /&gt;the short bursts of momentous flights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till the next hour my precious child&lt;br /&gt;sleep, now, it will be a while..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©2009 Dila Mohd&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9754191-1267150195217650056?l=citykooswrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citykooswrites.blogspot.com/feeds/1267150195217650056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9754191&amp;postID=1267150195217650056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9754191/posts/default/1267150195217650056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9754191/posts/default/1267150195217650056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citykooswrites.blogspot.com/2009/05/and-suddenly-it-stopped-it-came-for.html' title=''/><author><name>citykoos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05242546281487702723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OMP_OSa0FbU/SoWZozFgP-I/AAAAAAAABKQ/irAjtfrK7Ig/S220/P1020415.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9754191.post-3401858909812344131</id><published>2009-05-26T19:38:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T19:48:57.679+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>come, it said&lt;br /&gt;away from the dark&lt;br /&gt;come..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why are you here?&lt;br /&gt;standing still, immovable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do you care?&lt;br /&gt;you, you who were silent all these years&lt;br /&gt;you, who left me broken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i stood on my own&lt;br /&gt;i fixed the broken pieces on my own&lt;br /&gt;i dont need you&lt;br /&gt;you, who left me alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come, it still said&lt;br /&gt;come, away from the dark..&lt;br /&gt;you need me now&lt;br /&gt;more than the past, you need me now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©2009 Dila Mohd&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9754191-3401858909812344131?l=citykooswrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citykooswrites.blogspot.com/feeds/3401858909812344131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9754191&amp;postID=3401858909812344131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9754191/posts/default/3401858909812344131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9754191/posts/default/3401858909812344131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citykooswrites.blogspot.com/2009/05/come-it-said-away-from-dark-come.html' title=''/><author><name>citykoos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05242546281487702723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OMP_OSa0FbU/SoWZozFgP-I/AAAAAAAABKQ/irAjtfrK7Ig/S220/P1020415.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9754191.post-5798996987261521399</id><published>2009-05-26T19:23:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T19:34:06.874+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the night is dark&lt;br /&gt;and yet i see&lt;br /&gt;the person who stood&lt;br /&gt;waiting for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the wind blew north&lt;br /&gt;pushing me forth&lt;br /&gt;come, it said&lt;br /&gt;but yet i wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do you have for me, i asked&lt;br /&gt;love for all eternity?&lt;br /&gt;life worth a crowned queen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and what do you want in return, i screamed&lt;br /&gt;my soul?&lt;br /&gt;my life?&lt;br /&gt;my very being?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me be&lt;br /&gt;please, let me be&lt;br /&gt;let me learn&lt;br /&gt;who this is inside of me&lt;br /&gt;let me choose&lt;br /&gt;what i want to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you love me,&lt;br /&gt;wait..&lt;br /&gt;please, wait..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©2009 Dila Mohd&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9754191-5798996987261521399?l=citykooswrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citykooswrites.blogspot.com/feeds/5798996987261521399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9754191&amp;postID=5798996987261521399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9754191/posts/default/5798996987261521399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9754191/posts/default/5798996987261521399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citykooswrites.blogspot.com/2009/05/night-is-dark-and-yet-i-see-person-who.html' title=''/><author><name>citykoos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05242546281487702723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OMP_OSa0FbU/SoWZozFgP-I/AAAAAAAABKQ/irAjtfrK7Ig/S220/P1020415.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9754191.post-8354671324581745634</id><published>2009-05-26T19:18:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T19:22:47.122+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>which one, she asked&lt;br /&gt;which way, she nudged me hard..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know, i said&lt;br /&gt;i honestly dont know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;winded road forked in two&lt;br /&gt;both have such frightening hues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;choose one, she said&lt;br /&gt;which one, i asked..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©2009 Dila Mohd&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9754191-8354671324581745634?l=citykooswrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citykooswrites.blogspot.com/feeds/8354671324581745634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9754191&amp;postID=8354671324581745634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9754191/posts/default/8354671324581745634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9754191/posts/default/8354671324581745634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citykooswrites.blogspot.com/2009/05/which-one-she-asked-which-way-she.html' title=''/><author><name>citykoos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05242546281487702723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OMP_OSa0FbU/SoWZozFgP-I/AAAAAAAABKQ/irAjtfrK7Ig/S220/P1020415.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9754191.post-915809976341652134</id><published>2009-05-26T19:08:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T19:15:02.296+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>someone said "stop"&lt;br /&gt;i didnt listen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something said "hold"&lt;br /&gt;i pushed on through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bit by bit i felt something slipped&lt;br /&gt;slow, oh achingly slow, my mind ceased to know&lt;br /&gt;the reason why&lt;br /&gt;the being who&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop, and finally i listened&lt;br /&gt;hold, and finally i did&lt;br /&gt;know me, she said&lt;br /&gt;know me, she screamed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i traced the figures in my mind&lt;br /&gt;with delicate fingers seeking a sign&lt;br /&gt;of recognition&lt;br /&gt;of something to remind&lt;br /&gt;that we are one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©2009 Dila Mohd&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9754191-915809976341652134?l=citykooswrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citykooswrites.blogspot.com/feeds/915809976341652134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9754191&amp;postID=915809976341652134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9754191/posts/default/915809976341652134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9754191/posts/default/915809976341652134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citykooswrites.blogspot.com/2009/05/someone-said-stop-i-didnt-listen.html' title=''/><author><name>citykoos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05242546281487702723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OMP_OSa0FbU/SoWZozFgP-I/AAAAAAAABKQ/irAjtfrK7Ig/S220/P1020415.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9754191.post-6615228237277850119</id><published>2009-05-26T19:02:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T19:07:49.892+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i cry&lt;br /&gt;inside my heart, though i dont know why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i scream&lt;br /&gt;something need to be released but cant be seen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sigh&lt;br /&gt;at long last i do sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no tears&lt;br /&gt;no sound&lt;br /&gt;no reason why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©2009 Dila Mohd&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9754191-6615228237277850119?l=citykooswrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citykooswrites.blogspot.com/feeds/6615228237277850119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9754191&amp;postID=6615228237277850119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9754191/posts/default/6615228237277850119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9754191/posts/default/6615228237277850119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citykooswrites.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-cry-inside-my-heart-though-i-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>citykoos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05242546281487702723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OMP_OSa0FbU/SoWZozFgP-I/AAAAAAAABKQ/irAjtfrK7Ig/S220/P1020415.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9754191.post-112528627632794147</id><published>2005-08-29T05:12:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T05:31:16.333+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>they are here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as clear and real as i closed my eyes&lt;br /&gt;a world above the reaching skies&lt;br /&gt;sentences formed in a blur of motion&lt;br /&gt;paragraphs and chapters and closed captions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a word, no, two, a jot here and there&lt;br /&gt;days or nights, i no longer care&lt;br /&gt;wings i borrow, my soul i bare&lt;br /&gt;but my tears, my love is always there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©2005 Dila Mohd&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9754191-112528627632794147?l=citykooswrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citykooswrites.blogspot.com/feeds/112528627632794147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9754191&amp;postID=112528627632794147' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9754191/posts/default/112528627632794147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9754191/posts/default/112528627632794147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citykooswrites.blogspot.com/2005/08/they-are-here.html' title=''/><author><name>citykoos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05242546281487702723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OMP_OSa0FbU/SoWZozFgP-I/AAAAAAAABKQ/irAjtfrK7Ig/S220/P1020415.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9754191.post-111709828627935881</id><published>2005-05-26T10:31:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T11:06:02.340+02:00</updated><title type='text'>the need to create</title><content type='html'>they come in flashes of color&lt;br /&gt;the wildest imagination ever&lt;br /&gt;fantasies never known boundaries&lt;br /&gt;reality stretched to a point of envy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leave me alone, i ask of you&lt;br /&gt;i love my world with boundaries&lt;br /&gt;limits that i see to a tee&lt;br /&gt;and a love that is so much a reality..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll lose myself if i indulge&lt;br /&gt;ur world is a dream at large&lt;br /&gt;spans of wings to see me fly&lt;br /&gt;but none to wipe the tears i cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leave me alone, for now, at least..&lt;br /&gt;i'll never forsake u or deny u ur peace..&lt;br /&gt;the time will come, i beg u please&lt;br /&gt;when all the pages will finally be finished..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©2005 Dila Mohd&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9754191-111709828627935881?l=citykooswrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citykooswrites.blogspot.com/feeds/111709828627935881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9754191&amp;postID=111709828627935881' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9754191/posts/default/111709828627935881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9754191/posts/default/111709828627935881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citykooswrites.blogspot.com/2005/05/need-to-create.html' title='the need to create'/><author><name>citykoos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05242546281487702723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OMP_OSa0FbU/SoWZozFgP-I/AAAAAAAABKQ/irAjtfrK7Ig/S220/P1020415.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9754191.post-110796125559043147</id><published>2005-02-09T15:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T03:22:21.146+02:00</updated><title type='text'>festivities</title><content type='html'>peace,&lt;br /&gt;that's all i asked&lt;br /&gt;from the blood of my own&lt;br /&gt;to the faces masked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;silence,&lt;br /&gt;is it too much to ask&lt;br /&gt;u've had ur fun&lt;br /&gt;from dawn til dusk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh festive seasons&lt;br /&gt;if only u r the only reason..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©2005 Dila Mohd&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9754191-110796125559043147?l=citykooswrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citykooswrites.blogspot.com/feeds/110796125559043147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9754191&amp;postID=110796125559043147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9754191/posts/default/110796125559043147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;alone but nothing to fear..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©2005 Dila Mohd&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/9754191-110750574360585661?l=citykooswrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citykooswrites.blogspot.com/feeds/110750574360585661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9754191&amp;postID=110750574360585661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9754191/posts/default/110750574360585661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9754191/posts/default/110750574360585661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citykooswrites.blogspot.com/2005/02/valentines.html' title='Valentine&apos;s'/><author><name>citykoos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05242546281487702723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OMP_OSa0FbU/SoWZozFgP-I/AAAAAAAABKQ/irAjtfrK7Ig/S220/P1020415.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9754191.post-110431519584444435</id><published>2004-05-29T10:58:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T11:15:14.660+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Gleam of Light </title><content type='html'>i want to believe&lt;br /&gt;i want to believe it so much that my heart tore&lt;br /&gt;over the love he showered me&lt;br /&gt;over the kindness he presented with gilds of gold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to bury the doubts&lt;br /&gt;the tiny teeth of suspicions that are too much to bear&lt;br /&gt;i want to silence the anger&lt;br /&gt;the hurt that was inflicted far before his time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why am i doing this..&lt;br /&gt;its like the sun being shadowed with dark clouds&lt;br /&gt;the largest diamond with a scratch barely seen&lt;br /&gt;why am i denying myself of rapture..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he is there..&lt;br /&gt;a gleam of light in winded tunnel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©2004 Dila Mohd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9754191-110431519584444435?l=citykooswrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citykooswrites.blogspot.com/feeds/110431519584444435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9754191&amp;postID=110431519584444435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9754191/posts/default/110431519584444435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9754191/posts/default/110431519584444435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citykooswrites.blogspot.com/2004/05/gleam-of-light.html' title='A Gleam of Light '/><author><name>citykoos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05242546281487702723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OMP_OSa0FbU/SoWZozFgP-I/AAAAAAAABKQ/irAjtfrK7Ig/S220/P1020415.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9754191.post-110381194729269469</id><published>2004-05-23T15:24:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T11:21:31.263+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Another day, missing you...</title><content type='html'>Another day is dawning...&lt;br /&gt;Another morning,&lt;br /&gt;where i wake up and not be able to be there&lt;br /&gt;to confess my love to you,&lt;br /&gt;and let it be the first thing you hear to start your new day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another day of madness at work awaits...&lt;br /&gt;with it being only a distraction, knowing that...&lt;br /&gt;Another night is coming...&lt;br /&gt;where I crawl into my cold, lonely bed...&lt;br /&gt;and not be able to be there to whisper 'I love you'...&lt;br /&gt;and let it be the last thing you hear to end your day...&lt;br /&gt;Another day has passed,&lt;br /&gt;and another will come...&lt;br /&gt;and everyday is another day...&lt;br /&gt;that brings me closer to be with you again... I miss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©2004 Dila Mohd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9754191-110381194729269469?l=citykooswrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citykooswrites.blogspot.com/feeds/110381194729269469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9754191&amp;postID=110381194729269469' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9754191/posts/default/110381194729269469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9754191/posts/default/110381194729269469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citykooswrites.blogspot.com/2004/05/another-day-missing-you.html' title='Another day, missing you...'/><author><name>citykoos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05242546281487702723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OMP_OSa0FbU/SoWZozFgP-I/AAAAAAAABKQ/irAjtfrK7Ig/S220/P1020415.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9754191.post-110381170306759926</id><published>2004-04-30T15:20:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T15:21:43.066+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Lost</title><content type='html'>I see you standing in the rain&lt;br /&gt;With thunder and lightening in the skies&lt;br /&gt;I see your face crumpled with pain&lt;br /&gt;And the light that I love lost in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see you held your head so low&lt;br /&gt;As if the raindrops are hurting you so&lt;br /&gt;With the pain, the anger and the sorrow&lt;br /&gt;It was as if there's no tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come here my love, take my hand&lt;br /&gt;I promise you this where you stand&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the storm, the thunder &amp; the rain&lt;br /&gt;I will be beside you to share your pain&lt;br /&gt;Just a little stronger through this bout&lt;br /&gt;The sun will appear after the dark clouds&lt;br /&gt;The colors of rainbow will paint the skies&lt;br /&gt;And my love, the light will return to your eyes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©2004 Dila Mohd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9754191-110381170306759926?l=citykooswrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citykooswrites.blogspot.com/feeds/110381170306759926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9754191&amp;postID=110381170306759926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9754191/posts/default/110381170306759926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9754191/posts/default/110381170306759926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citykooswrites.blogspot.com/2004/04/love-lost.html' title='Love Lost'/><author><name>citykoos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05242546281487702723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OMP_OSa0FbU/SoWZozFgP-I/AAAAAAAABKQ/irAjtfrK7Ig/S220/P1020415.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9754191.post-110381090825668048</id><published>2004-03-11T15:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T15:20:22.370+01:00</updated><title type='text'>110304</title><content type='html'>Dabbled and dabbled, and dabbled again&lt;br /&gt;never getting to matters on land&lt;br /&gt;lines and lines and lines amend&lt;br /&gt;trying to chase the ticking hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light and dark, sun and moon&lt;br /&gt;seconds are felt, flying too soon&lt;br /&gt;hot and frigid, warm and cool,&lt;br /&gt;land now, its dangerous fool...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reds were blinking now ignored&lt;br /&gt;rush of feelings has come forth&lt;br /&gt;oh mighty being see her through&lt;br /&gt;as she wobbles in her shoes&lt;br /&gt;Into the night hoping for dawn&lt;br /&gt;wishing for light and courage born&lt;br /&gt;but step, and step, here hold my hand&lt;br /&gt;there, you see, the sun rises again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©2004 Dila Mohd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9754191-110381090825668048?l=citykooswrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citykooswrites.blogspot.com/feeds/110381090825668048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9754191&amp;postID=110381090825668048' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9754191/posts/default/110381090825668048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9754191/posts/default/110381090825668048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citykooswrites.blogspot.com/2004/03/110304.html' title='110304'/><author><name>citykoos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05242546281487702723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OMP_OSa0FbU/SoWZozFgP-I/AAAAAAAABKQ/irAjtfrK7Ig/S220/P1020415.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9754191.post-110381187579952556</id><published>2004-02-14T15:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T15:24:35.800+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Untouchable</title><content type='html'>She looked in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;In the gleam of the glass&lt;br /&gt;In the faces of her terror&lt;br /&gt;Of the darkness of her past&lt;br /&gt;And she closed her eyes&lt;br /&gt;Where she dreamt of paradise&lt;br /&gt;Of a thousand stars shining so high&lt;br /&gt;Of raindrops falling where she lie&lt;br /&gt;She searched the sky for peacefulness&lt;br /&gt;And the clouds offer her tenderness&lt;br /&gt;In her mind the mountain looms protectiveness&lt;br /&gt;In her mind the wind blows like a caress&lt;br /&gt;A place where no one can touch her now&lt;br /&gt;A place where no one can make her bow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©2004 Dila Mohd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9754191-110381187579952556?l=citykooswrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citykooswrites.blogspot.com/feeds/110381187579952556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9754191&amp;postID=110381187579952556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9754191/posts/default/110381187579952556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9754191/posts/default/110381187579952556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citykooswrites.blogspot.com/2004/02/untouchable.html' title='Untouchable'/><author><name>citykoos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05242546281487702723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OMP_OSa0FbU/SoWZozFgP-I/AAAAAAAABKQ/irAjtfrK7Ig/S220/P1020415.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9754191.post-110381181704433802</id><published>2004-01-24T15:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T15:23:37.043+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking its Toll</title><content type='html'>There're such memories that are forever etched,&lt;br /&gt;Such memories that time just not forget,&lt;br /&gt;His smiles his laughter and his loving caress,&lt;br /&gt;His cologne his presence and even his blush when he's embarrassed. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's such pain that cuts into your heart,&lt;br /&gt;Such pain that tears your life apart,&lt;br /&gt;A lingering emptiness throughout your soul,&lt;br /&gt;Like a resonating echo taking its toll. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©2004 Dila Mohd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9754191-110381181704433802?l=citykooswrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citykooswrites.blogspot.com/feeds/110381181704433802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9754191&amp;postID=110381181704433802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9754191/posts/default/110381181704433802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9754191/posts/default/110381181704433802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citykooswrites.blogspot.com/2004/01/taking-its-toll.html' title='Taking its Toll'/><author><name>citykoos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05242546281487702723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OMP_OSa0FbU/SoWZozFgP-I/AAAAAAAABKQ/irAjtfrK7Ig/S220/P1020415.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9754191.post-110381175534972084</id><published>2004-01-02T15:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T15:22:35.350+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fade</title><content type='html'>There was once a love like no other,&lt;br /&gt;A love that changed a person for the better,&lt;br /&gt;The strides were bouncier the smiles wider,&lt;br /&gt;The laughter was merrier the eyes shinier..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She thought she had the world at her feet,&lt;br /&gt;Oh happiness and joy that came in leaps,&lt;br /&gt;She thought that love was all it takes,&lt;br /&gt;Guess she never thought that love could fade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©2004 Dila Mohd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9754191-110381175534972084?l=citykooswrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://citykooswrites.blogspot.com/feeds/110381175534972084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9754191&amp;postID=110381175534972084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9754191/posts/default/110381175534972084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9754191/posts/default/110381175534972084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://citykooswrites.blogspot.com/2004/01/fade.html' title='Fade'/><author><name>citykoos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05242546281487702723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OMP_OSa0FbU/SoWZozFgP-I/AAAAAAAABKQ/irAjtfrK7Ig/S220/P1020415.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9754191.post-110381158977259433</id><published>2004-01-01T15:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T15:20:08.363+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wonder</title><content type='html'>I wonder where you are today,&lt;br /&gt;Or what you did for dinner yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if you gonna be busy all day,&lt;br /&gt;Whether you have time to be away;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why I am still wondering,&lt;br /&gt;When you made it clear that there's no more feelings,&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what is it that I am missing,&lt;br /&gt;When the things between us used to be so heartbreaking;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder when did love become a task,&lt;br /&gt;When did we start drifting apart?&lt;br /&gt;Was it when we never bother to ask,&lt;br /&gt;Why were we always hurting each other's heart;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I'd been better had I never met you,&lt;br /&gt;If the clouds would be whiter the skies blue,&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I'd be happier years later,&lt;br /&gt;If time will really heal or it's just another rumour,&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I'd be with someone new,&lt;br /&gt;Or would I still be wondering about you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©2004 Dila Mohd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9754191-110381158977259433?l=citykooswrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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