<?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-6340328</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:25:47.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>n words i look</title><subtitle type='html'>poems</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apoem4u.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340328/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apoem4u.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09607870959328454134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340328.post-108587653111364159</id><published>2004-05-29T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-29T17:22:11.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>do u understand i ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; honestly i can't say that you understand the way i feel&lt;br /&gt;how real this feeling is, how much i care&lt;br /&gt;all of the ways i dream of you, wishing i could be there&lt;br /&gt;we didn't start this not knowing each others situations&lt;br /&gt;i just want our relationship to grow without limitations&lt;br /&gt;complications will always confuse feelings, even when it's true love&lt;br /&gt;i guess that complications show us what we are made of&lt;br /&gt;are we great only when things are on the up&lt;br /&gt;or when things get dark, do we continplate a break up&lt;br /&gt;loving you have been something i have always needed in life&lt;br /&gt;dreaming of you being my best friend, becoming my wife&lt;br /&gt;WOW is the only way i can describe the way it feels&lt;br /&gt; is what you feel real?, did you take the red or green pill&lt;br /&gt;you say you love me so much, but, well nevermind&lt;br /&gt;you say that you miss me so much, but, well nevermind&lt;br /&gt;i just want to do what i can to make you feel the way i do&lt;br /&gt;do you understand that i am willing to do whatever i have to &lt;br /&gt;do u understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340328-108587653111364159?l=apoem4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340328/posts/default/108587653111364159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340328/posts/default/108587653111364159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apoem4u.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108587653111364159' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09607870959328454134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340328.post-108351956497449988</id><published>2004-05-02T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-02T10:43:46.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nu Luv&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu Luv, it is nothing like the feel, the taste, the smell of it,&lt;br /&gt;Nu Lov, is it really real or are you just smelling the same ole shit&lt;br /&gt;Nu Luv, it have it ways of making you feel like you're on top of the world&lt;br /&gt;Nu Luv, to much of it, just like alcohol will make you earl&lt;br /&gt;Nu Luv, at one point you'll feel like no other luv exsist&lt;br /&gt;Nu Luv, will have you doing crazy things, taking all types of risk&lt;br /&gt;Nu Luv, we have all had this feeling at one point in our life&lt;br /&gt;Nu Luv, is it true luv, because all nu luv isn't always your type&lt;br /&gt;Nu Luv, it will make you focus on that one and only, no other will do&lt;br /&gt;Nu Luv, when it's no longer nu can you still say that your luv is true&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340328-108351956497449988?l=apoem4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340328/posts/default/108351956497449988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340328/posts/default/108351956497449988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apoem4u.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108351956497449988' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09607870959328454134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340328.post-107636422166303143</id><published>2004-02-09T14:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-05-02T10:45:39.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thank You For Stopping By. Please Keep Reading.... From The Author. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340328-107636422166303143?l=apoem4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340328/posts/default/107636422166303143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340328/posts/default/107636422166303143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apoem4u.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107636422166303143' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09607870959328454134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340328.post-107636391470417673</id><published>2004-02-09T13:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-09T14:07:53.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align=Center&gt;all about me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my baby momma told me that i should write this shit&lt;br /&gt;but that is okay because i am going to write some shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see it is all bout me according to her and others&lt;br /&gt;but that is cool cause i know that i can be a selfish mutherfucker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that mean i really don't care i got to do it my way &lt;br /&gt;don't care who feelings i hurt or who get in my way &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause if you allow me to step on you, brace yourself &lt;br /&gt;cause if you don't care that means i can care less&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't take none of this personal but realize it is real&lt;br /&gt;cause it is all bout me, and that is the way it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't be disappointed, disturbed, or feel dis&lt;br /&gt;cause if you care about me you won't get piss &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after reading this, you will only feel my riegn&lt;br /&gt;and if you know shawn you know shawns pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i only got a lot to gain and so little to lose&lt;br /&gt;so i am looking out for me, and could care less about you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unless you are looking out for me, and i doubt that &lt;br /&gt;you rather see me doing bad or laying on my back &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;asking you for a helping hand, i don't understand&lt;br /&gt;you say i ain't shit but do you know who i am &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am a man and you are all on my sack&lt;br /&gt;i sugguest you take three steps back, beath in, relax&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause this ain't no joke, i got to be me&lt;br /&gt;so i will end this with fuck u, cause it's all about me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340328-107636391470417673?l=apoem4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340328/posts/default/107636391470417673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340328/posts/default/107636391470417673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apoem4u.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107636391470417673' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09607870959328454134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340328.post-107636357210871117</id><published>2004-02-09T13:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-09T13:56:14.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Don't B Afraid&lt;br /&gt;do you feel that your feelings are wrong, do you feel as if the walls are closing in&lt;br /&gt;i don't want you to feel that you're making a wrong move, being just my friend&lt;br /&gt;i guess that in time you will know what it is that you want, unless &lt;br /&gt;you know what you want now, and afraid to accept it somehow&lt;br /&gt;we can't say because of the past we don't want to experience the present&lt;br /&gt;i could and should be in your future, why do you think i was sent&lt;br /&gt;it was to be the one that dry up your tears, someone to hold your trust&lt;br /&gt;that person that want to be with you out of love, not lust&lt;br /&gt;now you know that i am feeling your body, your face, your tone&lt;br /&gt;i am feeling your energry, your conversation, the way we flirt on the phone&lt;br /&gt;on one hand i would agree and say that friends is what we should remain to be&lt;br /&gt;but that would be the scared little boy inside of me&lt;br /&gt;but in the other hand, the man is telling me that without change all things remain the same&lt;br /&gt;so tell me what is there really to be scared of, could it be love&lt;br /&gt;could it be that you are scared of your heart being broken, or are you afraid to break a heart&lt;br /&gt;that is the most difficult thing about love, the most scary part&lt;br /&gt;but the easy and the best thing about it is when you find that love you've never knew was true&lt;br /&gt;you want to really see if i am going to be the one that is going to be with you&lt;br /&gt;though all the thick and thin, though the bullshit and the cheesecake&lt;br /&gt;though wire or though the fire, though all of the mistakes&lt;br /&gt;well i want to be there when you cry, smile, frown, spit, cum, fail, succeed&lt;br /&gt;i want to give you everything i can't give you plus so much more&lt;br /&gt;i want to give you true love in your life nothing less and nothing more&lt;br /&gt;so you can go ahead and give me those feelings, i promise i will treat you as you treat me&lt;br /&gt;don't b afraid of what is meant to be&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340328-107636357210871117?l=apoem4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340328/posts/default/107636357210871117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340328/posts/default/107636357210871117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apoem4u.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107636357210871117' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09607870959328454134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340328.post-107636334671749468</id><published>2004-02-09T13:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-05-02T10:48:47.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align=Center&gt;gave me the wrong number&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align=Center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one look i know i had to have her, so i started my appoach&lt;br /&gt;i could tell that you were the type that didn't fly coach&lt;br /&gt;but like a spade hand this king had to play his ace&lt;br /&gt;but you were the wild joker type with a queens face&lt;br /&gt;so you gave me the convo, just the right type of info&lt;br /&gt; single, job, own place, car, so everything was a go&lt;br /&gt;so i ask for the 7 so i could call around quarter till 6&lt;br /&gt;5:43:21 was the time when i decide to go ahead and do it &lt;br /&gt;i proceed to touch the keys that would connect me to your line&lt;br /&gt;"damn" i must have hit that four when i was aiming for that five&lt;br /&gt;so i redialed the number to get the same message&lt;br /&gt;" the number you called is no longer is service or disconnected"&lt;br /&gt;but how could this be when i played my ace on this queen&lt;br /&gt;i mean i am a king and she was digging me it seem&lt;br /&gt;so i dialed the number once again four five six seventy eight nighty&lt;br /&gt;i don't beleive it this girl just ran game on me&lt;br /&gt;and i thought i was a king getting a queen, but i got fooled jack&lt;br /&gt;she gave me the wrong number, now how fucked up is that&lt;br /&gt;i guess calling her out of her name was my first mistake&lt;br /&gt;cause when i ask her for her number she didn't even heisitate&lt;br /&gt;they say anything too easy isn't worth having anyway&lt;br /&gt;so i guess i was too easy to her and she handled it that way&lt;br /&gt;gave me the wrong number...&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340328-107636334671749468?l=apoem4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340328/posts/default/107636334671749468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340328/posts/default/107636334671749468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apoem4u.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107636334671749468' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09607870959328454134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340328.post-107601429259183605</id><published>2004-02-05T12:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-05T12:53:54.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i can't tell you how i feel because i am scared of you&lt;br /&gt;i can't tell if i like you or if i want to fall in love with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't tell you to give me your trust if you don't want to &lt;br /&gt;i can't tell you to give me your time, if you don't want to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't tell how things are going to end between us&lt;br /&gt;i can't tell if we are going to constantly make love or fuss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't predict the future and i don't want to try &lt;br /&gt;i can't say that we will work, but i am willing to try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can say that i enjoy everything that makes up you&lt;br /&gt;i can say that i enjoy just knowing you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can say that i will be true to you in every way &lt;br /&gt;i can say that i will trust you and believe in what you say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can do a lot of things and i can do them well &lt;br /&gt;i can't make you feel what i feel, but time will tell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i can or if i can't have your love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;written by: s.w. peele&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340328-107601429259183605?l=apoem4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340328/posts/default/107601429259183605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340328/posts/default/107601429259183605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apoem4u.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107601429259183605' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09607870959328454134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340328.post-107601304136830349</id><published>2004-02-05T12:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-05T12:33:03.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;style&gt;body{background: black url(http://gwint1.gwi.memphis.edu/projects/wellprotect/waterfalls.jpg) fixed}--&gt;  &lt;/style&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340328-107601304136830349?l=apoem4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340328/posts/default/107601304136830349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340328/posts/default/107601304136830349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apoem4u.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107601304136830349' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09607870959328454134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340328.post-107584229389728389</id><published>2004-02-03T13:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-03T13:07:13.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i guess right now is a good time to talk, &lt;br /&gt;come on grab your coat lets take a walk,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have had this on my mind for a while now&lt;br /&gt;i should have told you before, but i didn't know how&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still don't know how to express this feeling i feel&lt;br /&gt;i guess because in my mind i want to know if it is real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in my heart, it is as real as it can get at this time&lt;br /&gt;i guess that it is signal i am waiting on, some type of sign&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what it is i don't know, but i will be glad when it arrive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340328-107584229389728389?l=apoem4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340328/posts/default/107584229389728389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340328/posts/default/107584229389728389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apoem4u.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107584229389728389' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09607870959328454134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340328.post-107523426469549256</id><published>2004-01-27T12:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-27T12:13:14.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Best Man"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest in peace to my deceased family members that have past&lt;br /&gt;Remembering the times that you made me laugh&lt;br /&gt;Remembering the times you made me cry&lt;br /&gt;I thank you because now I know why&lt;br /&gt;I thank you for showing me respect&lt;br /&gt;Although sometimes you had to just put me in check&lt;br /&gt;While other times on my own you would let me learn&lt;br /&gt;I played with fire, and I got burned&lt;br /&gt;I learned that there is a wrong and right to live life&lt;br /&gt;You said make the right choice, because you don't live twice&lt;br /&gt;In your eyes I hope I am being what I should be&lt;br /&gt;A man who is standing on his own two feet&lt;br /&gt;I take care of my seed just like you did your own&lt;br /&gt;The last time I seen your daughter she was grown&lt;br /&gt;But until I see you again I will try to be&lt;br /&gt;A father figure, a friend, an uncle, the best man&lt;br /&gt;I can be, just like you were..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my late great UNCLE ANDREW......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. ... save me some cookies in heaven...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340328-107523426469549256?l=apoem4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340328/posts/default/107523426469549256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340328/posts/default/107523426469549256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apoem4u.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107523426469549256' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09607870959328454134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340328.post-107505657045054591</id><published>2004-01-25T10:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-25T10:51:36.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;12 TIMES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the 1st day, of the 1st month of the year, we were together&lt;br /&gt;we said to each other we would always be together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the 14th of the 2nd month i brought flowers to your door&lt;br /&gt;but you had found some other and didn't want me any more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the 19th day of the 3rd month you came back into my life&lt;br /&gt;it was the 1st day of spring, and you were back to being my wife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the 1st day of the 4th month i was fooled by you &lt;br /&gt;you said that you tried to love me but it's something you just couldn't do &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so on the 9th day of the 5th month i seen you at your mother house&lt;br /&gt;you making me feel like we are playing a game of cat and mouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on 21st day of the 6th month we had started our summer love&lt;br /&gt;but in the back of my mind i am thinking is this really love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the 4th day of the 7th month you said you need your freedom&lt;br /&gt;i guess that i always knew that this day would come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 8th month i had to spent by myself all alone&lt;br /&gt;until you called me on the 31st saying you wanted to come back home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so on the 1st day of the 9th month you came though the door&lt;br /&gt;but i don't know if i can do this anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so on the 31st day of the 10th month i gave you a scare&lt;br /&gt;you said you needed some space and I told you I didn't care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the 22nd day of the 11th month you call me to say&lt;br /&gt;that you wanted to spend some time on the 27th day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we cuddled on the 21th day of the 12th month together&lt;br /&gt;on that 31st day of that month we said we would be together forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe the 12th time will be our time &lt;br /&gt;until the next time... &lt;/em&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/6340328-107505657045054591?l=apoem4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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ME KNOW WHEN YOU GET SOME MORE, DON'T LET IT GO 2 WASTE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAS IT SOMETHING THAT I DID TO MAKE YOU CREAM &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DID I DO JUST AS GOOD AS THE MAN IN YOUR DREAM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DID I DO IT LONG ENOUGH FOR YOU, CAUSE I CAN DO IT SOME MORE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WILL BE GENTLY ON IT, I DON'T WANT TO MAKE YOUR SORE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUST KEEP THAT CREAM CUMMING CAUSE IT IS SO FULLFILLING &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO HEAR YOU MOAN, "STOP I CAN'T TAKE IT" IS SO THRILLING &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GUESS I WILL DO WHATEVER I HAVE TO DO TO MAKE YOUR SCREAM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE I KNOW WHEN YOU SCREAM I GET TO TASTE YOUR CREAM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340328-107500513145322160?l=apoem4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340328/posts/default/107500513145322160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340328/posts/default/107500513145322160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apoem4u.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107500513145322160' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09607870959328454134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340328.post-107500506263683818</id><published>2004-01-24T20:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-24T20:33:08.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sorry, I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry I fell in love with you, &lt;br /&gt;sorry I make you feel so good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry I can't be with you &lt;br /&gt;sorry, but it's nothing i can do &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry that you aren't the one i love&lt;br /&gt;sorry if you cry and weep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry, but i had you already &lt;br /&gt;sorry but it's you i can't keep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry for being sorry for so long&lt;br /&gt;sorry, sorry, sorry i...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340328-107500506263683818?l=apoem4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340328/posts/default/107500506263683818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340328/posts/default/107500506263683818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apoem4u.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107500506263683818' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09607870959328454134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340328.post-107500482168917839</id><published>2004-01-24T20:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-24T20:29:07.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"me all day"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i came from the hood where nobody gave a fuck, &lt;br /&gt;i wasn't the prettiest guy around i was the ugly duck&lt;br /&gt;in elementry they always tried to move me up a grade&lt;br /&gt;but in high school it was all about trying to be cool&lt;br /&gt;how many girls i fucked, how much beer i drank&lt;br /&gt;i remember my first love telling my boy how my breath stank&lt;br /&gt;i don't forget shit, although i wish it wasn't that way &lt;br /&gt;things that happen half my life ago i remember like yesterday&lt;br /&gt;i think i missed my calling, my life should be better&lt;br /&gt;i should have been a writing, oh how i use to write love letters&lt;br /&gt;pages after pages about how i felt&lt;br /&gt;damn shame that i got the hand i was delt &lt;br /&gt;but i don't feel bad everything happen for a reason&lt;br /&gt;this year is my year, but it's gonna take some hard breathing &lt;br /&gt;and hard breathing comes from playing and working hard&lt;br /&gt;so i got to bust my ass to get it, so don't you forget it &lt;br /&gt;i am the most realist and nicest nigga you know, come on admit it &lt;br /&gt;where i lack in looks i make up in personality and flare&lt;br /&gt;see every nigga can't have a six pack and nice hair&lt;br /&gt;so when you see me, with cornrows, tattoos, looking all thick&lt;br /&gt;you are looking at a nigga that won't give you no type of bullshit&lt;br /&gt;i am that nigga that you are going to love to love&lt;br /&gt;i am that type of nigga that you can't get enough of &lt;br /&gt;so that's why they call me skillz &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/6340328-107500482168917839?l=apoem4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340328/posts/default/107500482168917839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340328/posts/default/107500482168917839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apoem4u.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107500482168917839' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09607870959328454134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340328.post-107487255081881928</id><published>2004-01-23T07:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T07:45:37.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="2" color="gray" face="script"&gt;"Thinking of Luv"&lt;br /&gt;This time spent away from you hurts me like a deep bruise&lt;br /&gt;knowing that your love won't let me choose&lt;br /&gt;another love, because I feel you are the only one for me&lt;br /&gt;even in the windest dust storm I can see&lt;br /&gt;what we have is more than physical attraction&lt;br /&gt;it's that emotional satifaction, no distactions or any actions&lt;br /&gt;for another can make me feel like this&lt;br /&gt;this is real and my words I am sealing with a kiss&lt;br /&gt;so when you return to me, give me a kiss and hug&lt;br /&gt;knowing that it is you that made me fall in love &lt;br /&gt;with loving you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340328-107487255081881928?l=apoem4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340328/posts/default/107487255081881928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340328/posts/default/107487255081881928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apoem4u.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107487255081881928' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09607870959328454134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340328.post-107487096052884073</id><published>2004-01-23T07:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T07:18:04.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="border:1px solid #ffffff;padding:5px;font:11px old english;"&gt;"think before you speak"&lt;br /&gt;You never knew I'd take your heart and break it in two&lt;br /&gt;But it's just one of the few things that I will do to you&lt;br /&gt;Like take you back and fourth on a fantasy&lt;br /&gt;Get your honey, take your money, have you feeling funny&lt;br /&gt;Now you wish you can take it all back&lt;br /&gt;I got you cutting tires, keying doors, you don't know how to act&lt;br /&gt;What I do can never come back to haunt me &lt;br /&gt;Because there is no rules in this game you see&lt;br /&gt;But since you broke down and destroyed property&lt;br /&gt;You are locked up and I am still be me&lt;br /&gt;They call me many names, some you never heard of &lt;br /&gt;You think I am a man, but my name is love&lt;br /&gt;So talk about me, tell everyone I will destroy the weak&lt;br /&gt;One peice of advice, Think before you act and speak&lt;br /&gt;Love loves nobody, not even you.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340328-107487096052884073?l=apoem4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340328/posts/default/107487096052884073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340328/posts/default/107487096052884073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apoem4u.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107487096052884073' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09607870959328454134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340328.post-107486921502323906</id><published>2004-01-23T06:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T07:19:46.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"The Question, The Answer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color:blue;"&gt;   From miles and miles I see your smile like the north star&lt;br /&gt;I'm in my car trying to get to where you are&lt;br /&gt;On my way to see you, thinking about what I want to do&lt;br /&gt;You know how I am so I guess you have a clue or two&lt;br /&gt;I want to romance you give you a stone&lt;br /&gt;Your love is for real, so you could call it a love you jones&lt;br /&gt;Your ar just too much, like cherry pie you taste so sweet&lt;br /&gt;Now that we are face to face I think we need to speak&lt;br /&gt;About what I want to do, let me give you a clue&lt;br /&gt;Here is the ring, I want to spend the rest of my life with you&lt;br /&gt;Baby girl I love you, so will you say I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color:pink;"&gt;   Yes I do, being your wife, I think would be so nice&lt;br /&gt;Waking up to your face, making love to you ever night&lt;br /&gt;Just to be with you brings me such a thrill &lt;br /&gt;Just being next to you, give me a chill&lt;br /&gt;The way you make me feel, damn I'm so happy&lt;br /&gt;You love me, when my hair is nappy and my elbows are ashy&lt;br /&gt;You make me cry with joy, you tickle me pink&lt;br /&gt;I can wear your pleather coat, I don't need no mink&lt;br /&gt;I got all I need and all I need is you&lt;br /&gt;So yes I will be yours forever so I'm saying I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;written 1998 &lt;br /&gt;by yours truly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340328-107486921502323906?l=apoem4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340328/posts/default/107486921502323906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340328/posts/default/107486921502323906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apoem4u.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107486921502323906' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09607870959328454134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340328.post-107486806855415157</id><published>2004-01-23T06:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T06:29:52.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="border-right:1px solid #000000;border-bottom:1px solid #000000;border-left:2px solid #EEEEEE;border-top:2px solid #EEEEEE;padding:5px;font:11px book antiqua;"&gt;T.L.&lt;br /&gt;I still think of you everyday, in a funny way,&lt;br /&gt;I know that I had too many chances to say,&lt;br /&gt;Everything I wanted to, but I held back,&lt;br /&gt;I saw you in pain, I didn't know how to react, &lt;br /&gt;Asking you fi you're okay when I know you're hurt,&lt;br /&gt;And I can't do a damn thing about it, and man that hurts,&lt;br /&gt;But I know you knew I love you, we were like that,&lt;br /&gt;I would give my own life just to have yours back,&lt;br /&gt;My baby brother, best friend, I miss you man,&lt;br /&gt;You have been gone for a while, still I don't understand,&lt;br /&gt;I still don't want to accept that shit,&lt;br /&gt;Life's truly a bitch and I just can't take it,&lt;br /&gt;Still I feel like crying cause you are no longer here,&lt;br /&gt;All I have is memories and those aren't enough&lt;br /&gt;I got to be strong, although I know it's gonna be tough&lt;br /&gt;When a love one have past, how long can I last&lt;br /&gt;I Really, Really, Really miss you T.L.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TLPRODUKSHUNS 4 LIFE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340328-107486806855415157?l=apoem4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340328/posts/default/107486806855415157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340328/posts/default/107486806855415157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apoem4u.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107486806855415157' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09607870959328454134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340328.post-107486489041571938</id><published>2004-01-23T05:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T06:02:52.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Open your eyes please take a look at me, &lt;br /&gt;Open your ears please listen to me, &lt;br /&gt;Open your heart please feel me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See it's that style, that walk, that grace&lt;br /&gt;See it's those eyes and that beautiful face&lt;br /&gt;See it's those lips, that ass, that body is so tone&lt;br /&gt;See it's you that I want to be with all alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear you when you say I love you too&lt;br /&gt;I hear you when you say I miss you too&lt;br /&gt;I hear you when you say there's nothing you wouldn't do&lt;br /&gt;I hear you when you say I turn your gray skies blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel you when you are happy or sad&lt;br /&gt;I feel you when your mood is good or bad&lt;br /&gt;I feel you when you're crying holding me&lt;br /&gt;I feel you when you're just trying to be with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see what I like, I hear what I like&lt;br /&gt;But I love what I feel holding you tight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                             written n 2000&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340328-107486489041571938?l=apoem4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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#000000;border-left:2px solid #EEEEEE;border-top:2px solid #EEEEEE;padding:5px;font:11px Lucida Handwriting;"&gt;2 the son&lt;br /&gt;if you didn't know the son comes first&lt;br /&gt;forget all the other fake niggas&lt;br /&gt;just give me von and that is all i need&lt;br /&gt;he is my life line my only need to breath&lt;br /&gt;i love you kid and that is all i need to say&lt;br /&gt;if you ever need me i am just a word away&lt;br /&gt;it's anything for SA and nothing for the others&lt;br /&gt;cause VON is my son, my best friend, like a baby brother&lt;br /&gt;devided by twenty years he keep me on the go&lt;br /&gt;i love my little man and as long as he know&lt;br /&gt;i will be there though thick and thin&lt;br /&gt;this is from my heart and now it's under my skin&lt;br /&gt;i love you SAVON&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340328-107486465730267815?l=apoem4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340328/posts/default/107486465730267815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340328/posts/default/107486465730267815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apoem4u.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107486465730267815' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09607870959328454134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340328.post-107472277541231404</id><published>2004-01-21T14:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-21T14:09:48.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>who r u?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who r u thinking you can just make me love you &lt;br /&gt;who r u thinking that we aren't threw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think you r who u don't want to be&lt;br /&gt;i think you r still in love with me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y do you love me so much, i must be blind&lt;br /&gt;y do you stay when i don't give you no time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can it be love, lust, or are you just a little ta ta&lt;br /&gt;can it be that you think you are going to get far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am here to set the record straight, I DON'T LOVE YOU&lt;br /&gt;i am here to let you know the truth, so do you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way did i ask who r u?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340328-107472277541231404?l=apoem4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340328/posts/default/107472277541231404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340328/posts/default/107472277541231404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apoem4u.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107472277541231404' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09607870959328454134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340328.post-107466488485195016</id><published>2004-01-20T22:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T22:03:25.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>no more &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more will i give a damn about how you feel &lt;br /&gt;no more will i care less if you call yourself keeping it real &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more will i try to consider what you go though &lt;br /&gt;no more means no more, muthafucker i am though &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more headaches from you, right now i don't give a fuck &lt;br /&gt;no more being there when you need me, you fucked if you get stuck &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more me being mister nice guy and shit &lt;br /&gt;no more of me giving you this tongue and dick &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more helping you out, i don't care what you do for me &lt;br /&gt;no more being your friend, cause i am looking out for me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more means no more and that is that &lt;br /&gt;no more nothing from me..... you son of a biscuit &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340328-107466488485195016?l=apoem4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340328/posts/default/107466488485195016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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even look surprise &lt;br /&gt;you don't even look happy what did i do wrong &lt;br /&gt;i even got the violinist to come play our favorite song &lt;br /&gt;forever my lady, by jodeci the name of the jam &lt;br /&gt;you said, not in my lifetime would you be my wife, i am like damn &lt;br /&gt;i couldn't believe what i was hearing, am in a state of shock &lt;br /&gt;she even started laughing, now i want to get her knocked &lt;br /&gt;feels like i could kill her, but i ain't going doing that &lt;br /&gt;she said she could explain everything and she'd be right back &lt;br /&gt;so when she return along came monica, melissa, and felicia &lt;br /&gt;i said, "hi there ladies it's really nice to meet ya" &lt;br /&gt;but i know these women already, but i couldn't admit that shit &lt;br /&gt;now the shit done hit the fan and i am looking like a bitch &lt;br /&gt;felicia was my monday and tuesday girl, her head game was sick &lt;br /&gt;melissa was my white chick, i never seen a white chick ass that thick &lt;br /&gt;so if felicia got monday and tuesday, melissa got wednesday and thursday &lt;br /&gt;monica got the weekend, so friday is my off day &lt;br /&gt;see monica is a freak like me, damn she does it all &lt;br /&gt;she let me fuck in the ass, she swallows, like licking my ass and my balls &lt;br /&gt;but i am not in love with those girls, i am in love with my girl &lt;br /&gt;she is what really matters to me, she is the center of my world &lt;br /&gt;that is why i am learning from those others to make our sex life better &lt;br /&gt;i wanted to be the best man i could be so we could last forever &lt;br /&gt;so i ask her, who are these females, some friends from work &lt;br /&gt;she said, "i know you been fucking this girl, you fuckin' jerk" &lt;br /&gt;i replied, "baby i would never do that, plus you know my type &lt;br /&gt;see those two black girls are too tall and that girl right there is white" &lt;br /&gt;although she didn't believe that shit, i will never admit it &lt;br /&gt;i will take it with me to the grave, but look how much money i save &lt;br /&gt;i am going to take back the ring and get a full refund &lt;br /&gt;i was in love with her too, but now i got to find another one &lt;br /&gt;the best way to get over a female is to get on top of another &lt;br /&gt;i ain't going to shed a tear, i am not that type of brother &lt;br /&gt;i am going to the club and bring another female home &lt;br /&gt;i am gonna do me, so what she left me alone &lt;br /&gt;but see she will be back the good girls always return &lt;br /&gt;and i am not going to change, so again she will get burned &lt;br /&gt;see i am that no good guy that most of you women love to hate &lt;br /&gt;you hate me for what i do and love me for what i can't do &lt;br /&gt;and that is being true to you............ think about it &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340328-107466468285352102?l=apoem4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340328/posts/default/107466468285352102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340328/posts/default/107466468285352102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apoem4u.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107466468285352102' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09607870959328454134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340328.post-107441423471380053</id><published>2004-01-18T00:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-18T09:32:27.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;style&gt;body{background: black url(http://www.vsg.cape.com/~dougshow/cards/roses.jpg) fixed}--&gt;  &lt;/style&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340328-107441423471380053?l=apoem4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340328/posts/default/107441423471380053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340328/posts/default/107441423471380053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apoem4u.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107441423471380053' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09607870959328454134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340328.post-107440986463084110</id><published>2004-01-17T23:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-17T23:55:20.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tell me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me why after so long did you return to my life after going though all the bullshit that i have been though, &lt;br /&gt;tell me why is it I still get chills every time i speak to you, &lt;br /&gt;tell me how can one love someone for so long without being loved in return, &lt;br /&gt;tell me how long will it take for me to learn, &lt;br /&gt;love don't have rules, it's not a game to play to see who will be the last standing, &lt;br /&gt;please tell me what is going on with me because i need some understanding, &lt;br /&gt;i need someone to explain my feelings to me, &lt;br /&gt;now i know that sounds wired but oh how true it is. &lt;br /&gt;should i feel a certain way or shouldn't i , &lt;br /&gt;please tell me when, where, and why i should love someone, &lt;br /&gt;this one sided love affair isn't fair, but not to me but to you, &lt;br /&gt;because maybe you don't know what it is that you do, &lt;br /&gt;you don't know that you make me smile for no reason, &lt;br /&gt;you don't know that i think of you all four seasons, &lt;br /&gt;you don't know that your voice motivate me to do more than the norm, &lt;br /&gt;you don't know that i you are the lighting and the thunder in my quiet storm, &lt;br /&gt;i mean how could you know all of these things when you barely know me, &lt;br /&gt;a part of me tells me to backspace to the beginning of the page&lt;br /&gt;sometime feels like i am a actor on a stage&lt;br /&gt;this isn't a play, but my reality, a dream is how i would describe being with you, &lt;br /&gt;but like always none of my dreams come true, &lt;br /&gt;so why should i think this one is going to be any different than my others, &lt;br /&gt;i guess keeping hope alive is a price to pay sometimes you have to suffer &lt;br /&gt;knowing that the one that you have always love have never truly loved you, &lt;br /&gt;so only you know you, tell me what should i do, &lt;br /&gt;i love being your friend, but i want to love you as more, &lt;br /&gt;tell me what should i do, because i am not sure&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340328-107440986463084110?l=apoem4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340328/posts/default/107440986463084110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340328/posts/default/107440986463084110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apoem4u.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107440986463084110' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09607870959328454134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340328.post-107427973868186753</id><published>2004-01-16T11:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-21T13:48:59.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My Two Sons..................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my only reasons for breathing is my two boys&lt;br /&gt;on the september 22nd, 1994 I open up my first toy&lt;br /&gt;Savon Antwon Wilkerson, I remember it like it was yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Then came Shamon Nyheim Reid-Wilkerson, March 2001, on the same day&lt;br /&gt;My sons are the custiest things I have ever seen&lt;br /&gt;My two sons, they really mean the world to me&lt;br /&gt;The little boys of mines, they even kinda look like me &lt;br /&gt;But I want them to be better, have more than me &lt;br /&gt;But I couldn't want nothing more I got my kids&lt;br /&gt;Savon and Shamon the reasons why I love and live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                    luv of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://mi.bpcdn.us/KINGSEAN74/img003.jpg"&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/6340328-107427973868186753?l=apoem4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340328/posts/default/107427973868186753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340328/posts/default/107427973868186753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apoem4u.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107427973868186753' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09607870959328454134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340328.post-107427785107506354</id><published>2004-01-16T10:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-16T10:32:45.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Without Words.....................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A smile from you will do&lt;br /&gt;A touch is just enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A look into my eyes&lt;br /&gt;A look into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A kiss on your lips&lt;br /&gt;A kiss on my cheek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little giggle from you&lt;br /&gt;A little wink from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you &lt;br /&gt;We say this in those ways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without words.............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340328-107427785107506354?l=apoem4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340328/posts/default/107427785107506354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340328/posts/default/107427785107506354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apoem4u.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107427785107506354' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09607870959328454134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340328.post-107427747158405087</id><published>2004-01-16T10:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-16T10:27:51.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>                           One Day Soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day in the near furture I will be on top of the world, you will see&lt;br /&gt;It'll be me with all the ice, the cars, the women, then you will envy me&lt;br /&gt;I am not jealous of all of the things you posses&lt;br /&gt;I am just trying to do me and get some happiness&lt;br /&gt;I am working hard to better myself, but it seems like &lt;br /&gt;That hole is getter deeper, but nothing can hold me down&lt;br /&gt;I got to get it going, I am not the type to lay down&lt;br /&gt;I see you smiling thinking, "my god is this guy off his medication"&lt;br /&gt;No I am just determine though everything, I am going to make it &lt;br /&gt;One Day Soon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6340328-107427747158405087?l=apoem4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340328/posts/default/107427747158405087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340328/posts/default/107427747158405087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apoem4u.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107427747158405087' title=''/><author><name>Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09607870959328454134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340328.post-107427604918091727</id><published>2004-01-16T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-16T10:02:43.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well this is the poem page that i talked about and now i will be posting something nu or something old in here. feel free to make any sugguestion to me about the page. i am just having some fun with this. so enjoy as i give you some of my thoughts. 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