<?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-8656475</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:05:23.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicken scratch</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overjoyedgirl2.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656475/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overjoyedgirl2.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404964855577470228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/69/169149153_5d524823a2_t.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656475.post-5148559131023582762</id><published>2006-11-10T10:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T10:18:20.371-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wanted to thank you&lt;br /&gt;For giving me the time &lt;br /&gt;To keep track of how long &lt;br /&gt;You have been gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This discounting dismissal &lt;br /&gt;Wouldn’t be the same&lt;br /&gt;Without your constant reminder&lt;br /&gt;Of who I thought I was&lt;br /&gt;To you; to us&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656475-5148559131023582762?l=overjoyedgirl2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overjoyedgirl2.blogspot.com/feeds/5148559131023582762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8656475&amp;postID=5148559131023582762' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656475/posts/default/5148559131023582762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656475/posts/default/5148559131023582762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overjoyedgirl2.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-wanted-to-thank-you-for-giving-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404964855577470228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/69/169149153_5d524823a2_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656475.post-113824780110188589</id><published>2006-01-25T19:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T19:56:41.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>With blind hate, they jeered at His offering.&lt;br /&gt;In their rage, they plotted His demise.&lt;br /&gt;Theirs was not an unknown crime.&lt;br /&gt;With the knowledge of His majesty,&lt;br /&gt;They still desired to destroy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In His love, He brought them back to life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/15/2001&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656475-113824780110188589?l=overjoyedgirl2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overjoyedgirl2.blogspot.com/feeds/113824780110188589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8656475&amp;postID=113824780110188589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656475/posts/default/113824780110188589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656475/posts/default/113824780110188589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overjoyedgirl2.blogspot.com/2006/01/with-blind-hate-they-jeered-at-his.html' title=''/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404964855577470228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/69/169149153_5d524823a2_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656475.post-113824752826614398</id><published>2006-01-25T19:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T19:52:08.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Regrets</title><content type='html'>Standing in the eye of a hurricane, it is calm.&lt;br /&gt;But there is chaos just beyond my reach.&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes and pray it will disappear, &lt;br /&gt;And I will forget the terror.&lt;br /&gt;Will I ever forget?&lt;br /&gt;...let me forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6/2000&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656475-113824752826614398?l=overjoyedgirl2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overjoyedgirl2.blogspot.com/feeds/113824752826614398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8656475&amp;postID=113824752826614398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656475/posts/default/113824752826614398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656475/posts/default/113824752826614398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overjoyedgirl2.blogspot.com/2006/01/regrets.html' title='Regrets'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404964855577470228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/69/169149153_5d524823a2_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656475.post-113824728586987700</id><published>2006-01-25T19:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T19:48:05.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jail</title><content type='html'>I felt my whole life was confined to a dark, cinderblock prison.&lt;br /&gt;I was afraid to even think about the future.&lt;br /&gt;Every mention of plans made me panic, and I couldn't find peace.&lt;br /&gt;So, I prayed for something to some along and help me.&lt;br /&gt;Then you called, and since then, I have begun to pick the lock in my jail cell door,&lt;br /&gt;And I am smiling too, cuz it's a lot easier than I first expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10/13/1996&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656475-113824728586987700?l=overjoyedgirl2.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://static.flickr.com/69/169149153_5d524823a2_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656475.post-113824713570247317</id><published>2006-01-25T19:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T19:45:53.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've come to the decision that love only exits where dreams are found.&lt;br /&gt;Love is the stars!&lt;br /&gt;Just out of reach, yet close enough to see;&lt;br /&gt;Always out of my grasp!&lt;br /&gt;I've almost caught a falling star, &lt;br /&gt;   but it disappeared when it was close enough to breath into my veins...&lt;br /&gt;and when I sigh, it blows away like a seeding dandelion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3/1997&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656475-113824713570247317?l=overjoyedgirl2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://static.flickr.com/69/169149153_5d524823a2_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656475.post-113824690044447003</id><published>2006-01-25T19:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T19:41:40.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Webster's Dictionary</title><content type='html'>It's amazing how love changes in a split second.&lt;br /&gt;It can crash down around you,&lt;br /&gt;It can lift you higher than the stars.&lt;br /&gt;Love can mean a million different things, to a million different people.&lt;br /&gt;It is the most important word to everyone alive.&lt;br /&gt;I can hardly fathom that one word can mean so much to all who exist.&lt;br /&gt;Yet also be the least uttered.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656475-113824690044447003?l=overjoyedgirl2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overjoyedgirl2.blogspot.com/feeds/113824690044447003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8656475&amp;postID=113824690044447003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656475/posts/default/113824690044447003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656475/posts/default/113824690044447003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overjoyedgirl2.blogspot.com/2006/01/websters-dictionary.html' title='Webster&apos;s Dictionary'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404964855577470228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/69/169149153_5d524823a2_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656475.post-110439595523431669</id><published>2004-12-30T00:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T00:39:15.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joy in the Physical</title><content type='html'>I have remembered my joy.&lt;br /&gt;I have re-invented my momentum.&lt;br /&gt;These conversations have steadied my hand&lt;br /&gt;and helped remind me to keep the noises away.&lt;br /&gt;Excitement surrounds my pulse and vibrates through my veins like an electric charge.&lt;br /&gt;Remember your joy. Find your words.&lt;br /&gt;Look deeper and farther past your today than you ever have before.&lt;br /&gt;It is not all chance. It is not all your doing.&lt;br /&gt;There is one who loves greater than is fathomable.&lt;br /&gt;He will hold your joy, and He will keep your momentum electric.&lt;br /&gt;This is where I come from and I am grateful for this gift.&lt;br /&gt;~12-29-04&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/8656475-110439595523431669?l=overjoyedgirl2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overjoyedgirl2.blogspot.com/feeds/110439595523431669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8656475&amp;postID=110439595523431669' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656475/posts/default/110439595523431669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656475/posts/default/110439595523431669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overjoyedgirl2.blogspot.com/2004/12/joy-in-physical.html' title='Joy in the Physical'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404964855577470228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/69/169149153_5d524823a2_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656475.post-109752578615666496</id><published>2004-10-11T13:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T13:16:26.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ignorance Would Be Bliss</title><content type='html'>I wonder if later on I will look back on this conclusion&lt;br /&gt;And forget how close I came to jumping.&lt;br /&gt;I feel as an old woman,&lt;br /&gt;Wizened by numerous mistakes &amp;amp; lessons learned.&lt;br /&gt;If tears left marks,&lt;br /&gt;my cheeks would be wrinkled beyond recognition.&lt;br /&gt;But to what avail?&lt;br /&gt;It benefits me none today,&lt;br /&gt;When all I want is to take away my responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;07-19-02&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656475-109752578615666496?l=overjoyedgirl2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overjoyedgirl2.blogspot.com/feeds/109752578615666496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8656475&amp;postID=109752578615666496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656475/posts/default/109752578615666496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656475/posts/default/109752578615666496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overjoyedgirl2.blogspot.com/2004/10/ignorance-would-be-bliss.html' title='Ignorance Would Be Bliss'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404964855577470228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/69/169149153_5d524823a2_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656475.post-109752554706577292</id><published>2004-10-11T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T13:12:27.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunburn</title><content type='html'>I'm sitting here on my bed&lt;br /&gt;nursing the wounds of a day in the sun.&lt;br /&gt;Wishing that this solar source&lt;br /&gt;had charred these inner injuries I've not been able to forgive.&lt;br /&gt;I crave a oneness with a peace I've only dreamed of creating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sky is a muddle of gray, wanting also&lt;br /&gt;to release its burden of guilt.&lt;br /&gt;If only we would work together,&lt;br /&gt;This man and I, we could rid the world of more than one scar.&lt;br /&gt;07-19-02&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656475-109752554706577292?l=overjoyedgirl2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overjoyedgirl2.blogspot.com/feeds/109752554706577292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8656475&amp;postID=109752554706577292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656475/posts/default/109752554706577292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656475/posts/default/109752554706577292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overjoyedgirl2.blogspot.com/2004/10/sunburn.html' title='Sunburn'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404964855577470228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/69/169149153_5d524823a2_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656475.post-109752527164175835</id><published>2004-10-11T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T13:07:51.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twins</title><content type='html'>Little hands grasp at newly found eyelashes.&lt;br /&gt;They tickle my new nieces fingertips,&lt;br /&gt;and they laugh at this new life experience.&lt;br /&gt;Their first words &amp;amp; first steps are halting and unsure.&lt;br /&gt;Mostly I will remember the discovery of belly buttons,&lt;br /&gt;and the fuzzies between toes.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to hear the words 'I love you'&lt;br /&gt;come from their tiny lips.&lt;br /&gt;But I know and feel this&lt;br /&gt;when I hear their squeals of delight each time I visit.&lt;br /&gt;04-2001&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656475-109752527164175835?l=overjoyedgirl2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overjoyedgirl2.blogspot.com/feeds/109752527164175835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8656475&amp;postID=109752527164175835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656475/posts/default/109752527164175835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656475/posts/default/109752527164175835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overjoyedgirl2.blogspot.com/2004/10/twins.html' title='Twins'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404964855577470228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/69/169149153_5d524823a2_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656475.post-109752512566421240</id><published>2004-10-11T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T13:05:25.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling</title><content type='html'>Let me love you forever.&lt;br /&gt;Make all my hurt go away.&lt;br /&gt;Give me the peace that I long to attain.&lt;br /&gt;But I don't want to lose.&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid that once I find that peace,&lt;br /&gt;my heart will die,&lt;br /&gt;And I will no longer feel the elation of falling.&lt;br /&gt;09-10-99&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656475-109752512566421240?l=overjoyedgirl2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overjoyedgirl2.blogspot.com/feeds/109752512566421240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8656475&amp;postID=109752512566421240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656475/posts/default/109752512566421240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656475/posts/default/109752512566421240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overjoyedgirl2.blogspot.com/2004/10/falling.html' title='Falling'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404964855577470228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/69/169149153_5d524823a2_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656475.post-109752499930878510</id><published>2004-10-11T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T13:03:19.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Classroom</title><content type='html'>Where did the moment go?&lt;br /&gt;It was there but I turned my head and it faded.&lt;br /&gt;The test was failed and everytime I try to make it up,&lt;br /&gt;I forget to study.&lt;br /&gt;6-22-00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656475-109752499930878510?l=overjoyedgirl2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overjoyedgirl2.blogspot.com/feeds/109752499930878510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8656475&amp;postID=109752499930878510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656475/posts/default/109752499930878510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656475/posts/default/109752499930878510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overjoyedgirl2.blogspot.com/2004/10/classroom.html' title='Classroom'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404964855577470228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/69/169149153_5d524823a2_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656475.post-109737448623374532</id><published>2004-10-10T02:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T07:06:31.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deja Vu</title><content type='html'>I was wearing that blue sweater again.&lt;br /&gt;The one I had on when we first met.&lt;br /&gt;I keep playing those days over again and again;&lt;br /&gt;As if they will change this time.&lt;br /&gt;I am alone because I cannot stop remembering that blue sweater&lt;br /&gt;In a heap, on the floor while I was burning bridges&lt;br /&gt;I hadn't even built yet.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I ache for innocence!&lt;br /&gt;Other times I reel for another day in my blue sweater.&lt;br /&gt;The one I had on when we first met.&lt;br /&gt;12-02&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656475-109737448623374532?l=overjoyedgirl2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overjoyedgirl2.blogspot.com/feeds/109737448623374532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8656475&amp;postID=109737448623374532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656475/posts/default/109737448623374532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656475/posts/default/109737448623374532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overjoyedgirl2.blogspot.com/2004/10/deja-vu.html' title='Deja Vu'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404964855577470228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/69/169149153_5d524823a2_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656475.post-109737510466296877</id><published>2004-10-09T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T07:07:06.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ritual Prodigalism</title><content type='html'>I'm exhausted in this life I've chosen&lt;br /&gt;I walk down paths that lead away.&lt;br /&gt;This so called freedom has chained me to heartache&lt;br /&gt;I no longer know how to keep it at bay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I pray&lt;br /&gt;And now I weep&lt;br /&gt;Seems every choice I make is cheap.&lt;br /&gt;So now I pray&lt;br /&gt;And now I weep&lt;br /&gt;Every tear I shed, you keep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night I change my mind with weak indulgence.&lt;br /&gt;As if I can erase the marks each dawn.&lt;br /&gt;You stand in love and watch me crumble&lt;br /&gt;And ache to see whom I call on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I pray&lt;br /&gt;And now I weep&lt;br /&gt;Seems every choice I make is cheap.&lt;br /&gt;So now I pray&lt;br /&gt;And now I weep&lt;br /&gt;Every tear I shed, you keep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am drowning in a lake of sorrow&lt;br /&gt;And calling out for you to see.&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling down a well that's empty&lt;br /&gt;Wishing you could comfort me.&lt;br /&gt;Please comfort me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I pray&lt;br /&gt;And you are here&lt;br /&gt;All my problems disappear&lt;br /&gt;So now I pray&lt;br /&gt;You want to stay&lt;br /&gt;Even as you watch me walk away.&lt;br /&gt;07-02&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/8656475-109737510466296877?l=overjoyedgirl2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overjoyedgirl2.blogspot.com/feeds/109737510466296877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8656475&amp;postID=109737510466296877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656475/posts/default/109737510466296877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656475/posts/default/109737510466296877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overjoyedgirl2.blogspot.com/2004/10/ritual-prodigalism.html' title='Ritual Prodigalism'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404964855577470228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/69/169149153_5d524823a2_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656475.post-109737658563561435</id><published>2004-10-09T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T07:07:48.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reasoning</title><content type='html'>Alone I sat. Alone I thought.&lt;br /&gt;“This isn’t a permanent situation.&lt;br /&gt;I am not happy. He is not everything.”&lt;br /&gt;He held my hand. He touched my face.&lt;br /&gt;“I hope this is permanent.&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy. He is my everything.”&lt;br /&gt;Alone again. So sad.. so, so alone.&lt;br /&gt;He holds me tight and I live in the moment.&lt;br /&gt;He loves me right? He loves me right now&lt;br /&gt;And that is all I want. All I need.&lt;br /&gt;Until I am alone again...&lt;br /&gt;And it hurts so bad.&lt;br /&gt;05-12-99&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656475-109737658563561435?l=overjoyedgirl2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overjoyedgirl2.blogspot.com/feeds/109737658563561435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8656475&amp;postID=109737658563561435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656475/posts/default/109737658563561435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656475/posts/default/109737658563561435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overjoyedgirl2.blogspot.com/2004/10/reasoning.html' title='Reasoning'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404964855577470228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/69/169149153_5d524823a2_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656475.post-109737710915183559</id><published>2004-10-09T19:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T19:58:29.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fire</title><content type='html'>All this time, I have thought&lt;br /&gt;   it was the flames that kept me alive.&lt;br /&gt;I always thought life was based&lt;br /&gt;   on how often I felt the burn.&lt;br /&gt;But fire’s die and the light fades.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn’t the fire!&lt;br /&gt;It was love;&lt;br /&gt;Love for myself, and His love for me.&lt;br /&gt;Why won’t the feeling begin?&lt;br /&gt;Because it is still lost deep beneath&lt;br /&gt;   my priorities.&lt;br /&gt;Like the fire, my memory faded.&lt;br /&gt;God never disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;I faded into the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656475-109737710915183559?l=overjoyedgirl2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overjoyedgirl2.blogspot.com/feeds/109737710915183559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8656475&amp;postID=109737710915183559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656475/posts/default/109737710915183559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656475/posts/default/109737710915183559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overjoyedgirl2.blogspot.com/2004/10/fire.html' title='The Fire'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404964855577470228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/69/169149153_5d524823a2_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656475.post-109737709043635976</id><published>2004-10-09T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T07:09:25.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Traffic</title><content type='html'>I’m guessing it is too soon to be back.&lt;br /&gt;I can still smell the campfire in my jacket.&lt;br /&gt;And feel the sun on my face.&lt;br /&gt;The homesickness is for more&lt;br /&gt;than just wanting the sun and wind.&lt;br /&gt;But a sickness for peace and&lt;br /&gt;the comfort of being alone with God.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to worry about worldly chaos…&lt;br /&gt;I just want flowers and fire, sun and rain,.&lt;br /&gt;peace and … peace.&lt;br /&gt;05-97&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656475-109737709043635976?l=overjoyedgirl2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overjoyedgirl2.blogspot.com/feeds/109737709043635976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8656475&amp;postID=109737709043635976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656475/posts/default/109737709043635976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656475/posts/default/109737709043635976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overjoyedgirl2.blogspot.com/2004/10/traffic.html' title='Traffic'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404964855577470228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/69/169149153_5d524823a2_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656475.post-109737703251868122</id><published>2004-10-09T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T19:57:12.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>White </title><content type='html'>I wore the nice clothes,&lt;br /&gt;I kept my looks as he liked.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to make him love me&lt;br /&gt;So I conformed.&lt;br /&gt;He loved a structured look,&lt;br /&gt;He liked a tailored cut.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to be perfect for him.&lt;br /&gt;So I forgot to be me.&lt;br /&gt;And he forgot to notice.&lt;br /&gt;He forgot what drew him first to me.&lt;br /&gt;I lost the glow that attracted him&lt;br /&gt;   because I became ordinary.&lt;br /&gt;I vowed I’d never be like her.&lt;br /&gt;I worried that I would.&lt;br /&gt;I promised to be unique.&lt;br /&gt;Unique of what?&lt;br /&gt;I was gonna be different from all the girls!&lt;br /&gt;So I wasn’t so different...&lt;br /&gt;                                                5-12-99&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656475-109737703251868122?l=overjoyedgirl2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overjoyedgirl2.blogspot.com/feeds/109737703251868122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8656475&amp;postID=109737703251868122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656475/posts/default/109737703251868122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656475/posts/default/109737703251868122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overjoyedgirl2.blogspot.com/2004/10/white.html' title='White '/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404964855577470228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/69/169149153_5d524823a2_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656475.post-109737697930007632</id><published>2004-10-09T19:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T19:56:19.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Over</title><content type='html'>For some reason I can’t say goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;Not for a lack of trying...&lt;br /&gt;But I miss your hand on my cheek,&lt;br /&gt;and your assurances that I am beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to die when I recall how you said my name, or called me your love.&lt;br /&gt;I felt like the most important then,&lt;br /&gt;   and I know I could again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the risks are too big and the sadness&lt;br /&gt;   for all would be great.&lt;br /&gt;So I will just keep the sadness fo rmyself and let everyone else have my happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU ARE WHAT’S IMPORTANT.&lt;br /&gt;I want you to find a love that will convince you of &lt;br /&gt;   what I could not. &lt;br /&gt;That you are worth the risk, and you are worth the&lt;br /&gt;   fight.&lt;br /&gt;That it is okay to trust in forever.&lt;br /&gt;   I just wish it could’ve been me...&lt;br /&gt;                                                2-17-99&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656475-109737697930007632?l=overjoyedgirl2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overjoyedgirl2.blogspot.com/feeds/109737697930007632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8656475&amp;postID=109737697930007632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656475/posts/default/109737697930007632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656475/posts/default/109737697930007632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overjoyedgirl2.blogspot.com/2004/10/getting-over.html' title='Getting Over'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404964855577470228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/69/169149153_5d524823a2_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656475.post-109737692794311342</id><published>2004-10-09T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T19:55:27.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Your Party is not Answering"</title><content type='html'>No masks, no games&lt;br /&gt;No faces, just names.&lt;br /&gt;All smiles, no frowns,&lt;br /&gt;Just ups, no down’s.&lt;br /&gt;   Then something changed.  You wouldn’t tell me&lt;br /&gt;    what, and I stayed up nights wondering if you&lt;br /&gt;    were a stupid dream.  I kept contact and tired to&lt;br /&gt;    keep the past; not knowing the past you were&lt;br /&gt;    living was farther behind than I could ever find.&lt;br /&gt;Now there are nothing but masks.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing but games.&lt;br /&gt;No smiles, no names.&lt;br /&gt;No ups, just downs.&lt;br /&gt;No dreams, no sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656475-109737692794311342?l=overjoyedgirl2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overjoyedgirl2.blogspot.com/feeds/109737692794311342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8656475&amp;postID=109737692794311342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656475/posts/default/109737692794311342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656475/posts/default/109737692794311342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overjoyedgirl2.blogspot.com/2004/10/your-party-is-not-answering.html' title='&quot;Your Party is not Answering&quot;'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404964855577470228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/69/169149153_5d524823a2_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656475.post-109737687852121321</id><published>2004-10-09T19:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T19:54:38.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Battle Cry</title><content type='html'>How can I say that I follow this crowd?&lt;br /&gt;I have seen the light and I teach the truth.&lt;br /&gt;To walk so close to the edge invites disaster.&lt;br /&gt;The light grows dim and the consequences of sin   &lt;br /&gt;   grow at an alarming rate.&lt;br /&gt;It becomes so easy to lose your standards and cling&lt;br /&gt;   to the temporary.&lt;br /&gt;So, I say to myself as the prophets of old:&lt;br /&gt;“Awake my soul!  No longer droop in sin.”&lt;br /&gt;                                                1-15-01&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656475-109737687852121321?l=overjoyedgirl2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overjoyedgirl2.blogspot.com/feeds/109737687852121321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8656475&amp;postID=109737687852121321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656475/posts/default/109737687852121321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656475/posts/default/109737687852121321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overjoyedgirl2.blogspot.com/2004/10/battle-cry.html' title='Battle Cry'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404964855577470228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/69/169149153_5d524823a2_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656475.post-109737682119836295</id><published>2004-10-09T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T19:53:41.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Healing Place</title><content type='html'>As each day passes, I feel stronger&lt;br /&gt;   and more separate from the strange.&lt;br /&gt;I continue to look for straighter roads&lt;br /&gt;   and harder paths,&lt;br /&gt;Knowing the outcome of each struggle&lt;br /&gt;   helps me to take each step.&lt;br /&gt;I love my pain because the joy is so&lt;br /&gt;   much more.&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn’t be me without it.&lt;br /&gt;                                                4-17-01&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656475-109737682119836295?l=overjoyedgirl2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overjoyedgirl2.blogspot.com/feeds/109737682119836295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8656475&amp;postID=109737682119836295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656475/posts/default/109737682119836295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656475/posts/default/109737682119836295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overjoyedgirl2.blogspot.com/2004/10/healing-place.html' title='A Healing Place'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404964855577470228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/69/169149153_5d524823a2_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656475.post-109737676742463149</id><published>2004-10-09T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T19:52:47.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Again</title><content type='html'>Putting it all together&lt;br /&gt;Broken pieces on the floor&lt;br /&gt;Each one touched with sadness.&lt;br /&gt;I pick up one and see a reflection&lt;br /&gt;   of the past. &lt;br /&gt;I wish I could just sweep it under&lt;br /&gt;   the carpet and forget.&lt;br /&gt;But I know at the same time that&lt;br /&gt;   forgetting would lead to the same&lt;br /&gt;   sadness.&lt;br /&gt;                                       4-17-00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656475-109737676742463149?l=overjoyedgirl2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overjoyedgirl2.blogspot.com/feeds/109737676742463149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8656475&amp;postID=109737676742463149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656475/posts/default/109737676742463149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656475/posts/default/109737676742463149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overjoyedgirl2.blogspot.com/2004/10/never-again.html' title='Never Again'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404964855577470228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/69/169149153_5d524823a2_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656475.post-109737665892184192</id><published>2004-10-09T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T19:50:58.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Breathing Space</title><content type='html'>The year is up&lt;br /&gt;I’ve found my place.&lt;br /&gt;The heartache and wounds have&lt;br /&gt;healed with little or no evidence of the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that love was once and forever.&lt;br /&gt;This preconditioning has made&lt;br /&gt;   the journey a hard one to walk.&lt;br /&gt;                                       1-99&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656475-109737665892184192?l=overjoyedgirl2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overjoyedgirl2.blogspot.com/feeds/109737665892184192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8656475&amp;postID=109737665892184192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656475/posts/default/109737665892184192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656475/posts/default/109737665892184192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overjoyedgirl2.blogspot.com/2004/10/breathing-space.html' title='Breathing Space'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404964855577470228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/69/169149153_5d524823a2_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656475.post-109737627820996785</id><published>2004-10-09T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T19:44:38.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Refrigerator Poetry</title><content type='html'>I need to make my naked shame sing words that fail to understand.&lt;br /&gt;That you are in my mouth-a drug like fire on my tongue&lt;br /&gt;Asking for mercy, swallowing His grace.&lt;br /&gt;So, come closer to  where every embrace is light.&lt;br /&gt;Remember as you forget this waltz, you did believe in Him.&lt;br /&gt;2-28-03&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656475-109737627820996785?l=overjoyedgirl2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overjoyedgirl2.blogspot.com/feeds/109737627820996785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8656475&amp;postID=109737627820996785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656475/posts/default/109737627820996785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656475/posts/default/109737627820996785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overjoyedgirl2.blogspot.com/2004/10/refrigerator-poetry.html' title='Refrigerator Poetry'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404964855577470228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/69/169149153_5d524823a2_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656475.post-109737564445136264</id><published>2004-10-09T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T07:10:58.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exaltation</title><content type='html'>So much to learn, I feel afraid.&lt;br /&gt;What I am fighting for...&lt;br /&gt;There is no alternative.&lt;br /&gt;I am walking a thin line,&lt;br /&gt;clutching stacks of books, volumes of knowledge&lt;br /&gt;and pages of wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;Destined for failure.&lt;br /&gt;But no...&lt;br /&gt;Because of 'The Man',&lt;br /&gt;Destined for Greatness.&lt;br /&gt;12-29-00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656475-109737564445136264?l=overjoyedgirl2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overjoyedgirl2.blogspot.com/feeds/109737564445136264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8656475&amp;postID=109737564445136264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656475/posts/default/109737564445136264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656475/posts/default/109737564445136264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overjoyedgirl2.blogspot.com/2004/10/exaltation.html' title='Exaltation'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404964855577470228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/69/169149153_5d524823a2_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656475.post-109737538417161188</id><published>2004-10-09T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T07:14:56.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Homesick</title><content type='html'>It's been so long, I don't remember what it feels like&lt;br /&gt;to see joy in the physical.&lt;br /&gt;It's all good and bad, but the happy times&lt;br /&gt;are harder to remember;&lt;br /&gt;And they don't last nearly long enough.&lt;br /&gt;The only burning I feel is a choice gone bad,&lt;br /&gt;and I know as soon as I go back,&lt;br /&gt;it will feel like time went by in a blur.&lt;br /&gt;I long for the security of His promise&lt;br /&gt;and I want to go home.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh Father, isn't there anyway we can be friends again?"&lt;br /&gt;01-27-99&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656475-109737538417161188?l=overjoyedgirl2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overjoyedgirl2.blogspot.com/feeds/109737538417161188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8656475&amp;postID=109737538417161188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656475/posts/default/109737538417161188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656475/posts/default/109737538417161188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overjoyedgirl2.blogspot.com/2004/10/homesick.html' title='Homesick'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404964855577470228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/69/169149153_5d524823a2_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656475.post-109737431971846356</id><published>2004-10-09T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T19:11:59.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>We were laughing hysterically.&lt;br /&gt;My sides ached from the strain of not breathing.&lt;br /&gt;And when we stopped, I had forgotten why we had started.&lt;br /&gt;Such is life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656475-109737431971846356?l=overjoyedgirl2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overjoyedgirl2.blogspot.com/feeds/109737431971846356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8656475&amp;postID=109737431971846356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656475/posts/default/109737431971846356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656475/posts/default/109737431971846356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overjoyedgirl2.blogspot.com/2004/10/untitled_09.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404964855577470228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/69/169149153_5d524823a2_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656475.post-109737421217587401</id><published>2004-10-09T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T07:12:24.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We</title><content type='html'>It used to be in terms of 'we'.&lt;br /&gt;But now it's only terms of 'me'.&lt;br /&gt;We were together every day.&lt;br /&gt;But I couldn't convince you I would stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved you with every piece of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Yet you were sure that we would part.&lt;br /&gt;You kept saying we'd go our own ways.&lt;br /&gt;And I loved you; even on those days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The phone calls, they messages, they filled me with joy.&lt;br /&gt;Who knew it'd be so simple to destroy;&lt;br /&gt;My hope if forever, and a love that would last.&lt;br /&gt;It was over so fast...&lt;br /&gt;02-27-99&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656475-109737421217587401?l=overjoyedgirl2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overjoyedgirl2.blogspot.com/feeds/109737421217587401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8656475&amp;postID=109737421217587401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656475/posts/default/109737421217587401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656475/posts/default/109737421217587401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overjoyedgirl2.blogspot.com/2004/10/we.html' title='We'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404964855577470228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/69/169149153_5d524823a2_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656475.post-109737399689270694</id><published>2004-10-09T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T19:07:22.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>History Repeats Itself</title><content type='html'>When all is said and done, and all is done and said,&lt;br /&gt;When there is nothing left to say,&lt;br /&gt;There is the look.&lt;br /&gt;The look that could start it all again&lt;br /&gt;that starts it all again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the day is through and over,&lt;br /&gt;After you've said your prayers and closed your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;The dream seems to come again,&lt;br /&gt;It's not the first, and it's not the last&lt;br /&gt;But it says it all again...&lt;br /&gt;starts it all again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you've thought it all forgotten,&lt;br /&gt;and have thrown it all away.&lt;br /&gt;You FEEL it all forgotten,&lt;br /&gt;But the look sends you back to get it.&lt;br /&gt;It brings it back again..and you know you never lost it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you think a song is over,&lt;br /&gt;And you go to turn the station.&lt;br /&gt;But the song starts it tune again,&lt;br /&gt;and it is so inviting...so inviting.&lt;br /&gt;So, you stop to hear.&lt;br /&gt;It plays it all again.&lt;br /&gt;They start it all again.&lt;br /&gt;And you say, "Bring it back again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has always been there, but not where you can see.&lt;br /&gt;One day you think it's over and you reflect no more upon it.&lt;br /&gt;And he looks your way again,&lt;br /&gt;History repeats itself and you find you're under his spell again...&lt;br /&gt;Then you realize&lt;br /&gt;you've never left it.&lt;br /&gt;once again...&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/8656475-109737399689270694?l=overjoyedgirl2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overjoyedgirl2.blogspot.com/feeds/109737399689270694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8656475&amp;postID=109737399689270694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656475/posts/default/109737399689270694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656475/posts/default/109737399689270694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overjoyedgirl2.blogspot.com/2004/10/history-repeats-itself.html' title='History Repeats Itself'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404964855577470228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/69/169149153_5d524823a2_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656475.post-109737358360305068</id><published>2004-10-09T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T18:59:43.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>Clouds are not answering my call.&lt;br /&gt;I sing into the empty sky,&lt;br /&gt;And it echoes off of the stars.&lt;br /&gt;The Milky Way once said we were friends,&lt;br /&gt;But you changed your mind when she smiled...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656475-109737358360305068?l=overjoyedgirl2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overjoyedgirl2.blogspot.com/feeds/109737358360305068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8656475&amp;postID=109737358360305068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656475/posts/default/109737358360305068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656475/posts/default/109737358360305068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overjoyedgirl2.blogspot.com/2004/10/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404964855577470228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/69/169149153_5d524823a2_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656475.post-109737350903115020</id><published>2004-10-09T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T18:58:29.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving Home</title><content type='html'>Familiar faces all around me smile.&lt;br /&gt;They disappear and blank walls stare back.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing remembered, no one to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;I am moving on.&lt;br /&gt;Trying to at least.&lt;br /&gt;Something is keeping me here.&lt;br /&gt;There isn't any reason for me to linger...&lt;br /&gt;I have said my good-byes and accepted whatever life sets in my way.&lt;br /&gt;I stop for one last look at the familiar places around town.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if this was what it was like&lt;br /&gt;leaving Heavenly Father and Mother...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656475-109737350903115020?l=overjoyedgirl2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overjoyedgirl2.blogspot.com/feeds/109737350903115020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8656475&amp;postID=109737350903115020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656475/posts/default/109737350903115020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656475/posts/default/109737350903115020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overjoyedgirl2.blogspot.com/2004/10/leaving-home.html' title='Leaving Home'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404964855577470228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/69/169149153_5d524823a2_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656475.post-109737290723460340</id><published>2004-10-09T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T18:48:27.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Trilogy</title><content type='html'>Slowly my apprehension is fading.&lt;br /&gt;If I stay alone, it will keep me company.&lt;br /&gt;My love' that is, not my fear.&lt;br /&gt;I hope...&lt;br /&gt;1-24-98&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;My talents have dwindled to the reputable and deplorable.&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember that we promised to laugh?&lt;br /&gt;Was I crying then too?&lt;br /&gt;Or just now...&lt;br /&gt;How can I ask you to remember when I can't?&lt;br /&gt;1-20-98&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;The inadequacies of expression hurt like grey.&lt;br /&gt;It is a sweet agony.&lt;br /&gt;But I don't hear it until much later&lt;br /&gt;when it means something completely upside-down.&lt;br /&gt;My lips sting from the clenching of my jaw,&lt;br /&gt;but not nearly as much as my head aches from the&lt;br /&gt;dull fuzzy blanket that shields me from the fatasies I wish to create.&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are growing heavy and I believe I will fall&lt;br /&gt;under and dream of Void,&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not certain because I don't know who he is.&lt;br /&gt;1-24-98&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656475-109737290723460340?l=overjoyedgirl2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overjoyedgirl2.blogspot.com/feeds/109737290723460340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8656475&amp;postID=109737290723460340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656475/posts/default/109737290723460340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656475/posts/default/109737290723460340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overjoyedgirl2.blogspot.com/2004/10/trilogy.html' title='A Trilogy'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404964855577470228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/69/169149153_5d524823a2_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656475.post-109737264562100236</id><published>2004-10-09T18:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T18:44:05.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hindsight</title><content type='html'>I wasn't worth you rcheap white trash.&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't good enough for your holiness.&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't strong enough for your stature.&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't pretty enough for you rmodel perfect taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't sing well enough for your ears.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't write enough for your mind.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't feel exactly as you prefer.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't cope with my failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't reach high enough to touch you.&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't cry enough to ease your pain.&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't try hard enough to suit you.&lt;br /&gt;So I shouldn't complain.&lt;br /&gt;1-20-98&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656475-109737264562100236?l=overjoyedgirl2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overjoyedgirl2.blogspot.com/feeds/109737264562100236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8656475&amp;postID=109737264562100236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656475/posts/default/109737264562100236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656475/posts/default/109737264562100236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overjoyedgirl2.blogspot.com/2004/10/hindsight_09.html' title='Hindsight'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404964855577470228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/69/169149153_5d524823a2_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656475.post-109737252889923593</id><published>2004-10-09T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T18:52:03.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heaven</title><content type='html'>I want to picture the world as being heaven.&lt;br /&gt;But all I can think of is the moon smiling down on all of us.&lt;br /&gt;The stars are not twinkling, but they are bright as the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to picture a field of sunflowers,&lt;br /&gt;But it is winter now and the flowers are dead and gone.&lt;br /&gt;Not even a stray petal on the ground as evidence of a once beautiful view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can picture a warm summer day where their isn't a care in my mind,&lt;br /&gt;But it can only last for a day because I can't really picture heaven,&lt;br /&gt;Without getting homesick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656475-109737252889923593?l=overjoyedgirl2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overjoyedgirl2.blogspot.com/feeds/109737252889923593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8656475&amp;postID=109737252889923593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656475/posts/default/109737252889923593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656475/posts/default/109737252889923593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overjoyedgirl2.blogspot.com/2004/10/heaven.html' title='Heaven'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404964855577470228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/69/169149153_5d524823a2_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656475.post-109737242055901487</id><published>2004-10-09T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T08:46:08.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Noisy Day's</title><content type='html'>There's nothing more frightening&lt;br /&gt;than no words on a noisy feeling day.&lt;br /&gt;Every so often, I catch myself breathing.&lt;br /&gt;Fire burns in the pit of my stomach,&lt;br /&gt;rises through my body and engulfs my heart in flame.&lt;br /&gt;So, I figure, if I stop breathing, the fire will die.&lt;br /&gt;On thing that keeps me here, is a foolish hope that it was all a big mistake.&lt;br /&gt;He will call. Don't be afraid.&lt;br /&gt;It will be all right...or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656475-109737242055901487?l=overjoyedgirl2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overjoyedgirl2.blogspot.com/feeds/109737242055901487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8656475&amp;postID=109737242055901487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656475/posts/default/109737242055901487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656475/posts/default/109737242055901487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overjoyedgirl2.blogspot.com/2004/10/noisy-days.html' title='Noisy Day&apos;s'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404964855577470228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/69/169149153_5d524823a2_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656475.post-109737336382451390</id><published>2004-10-09T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T18:56:03.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Answers</title><content type='html'>Trying again is the way to go,&lt;br /&gt;but when all you receive is pain in the end, what is it all for?&lt;br /&gt;It feels like you look far and wide for the answers to your problems.&lt;br /&gt;And you need to realize that you have only looked in the darkness.&lt;br /&gt;To look for the light is your one true answer.&lt;br /&gt;So, learn and grow. Look at the light.&lt;br /&gt;Think of the light, and live for it.&lt;br /&gt;Why are you sad? All of the answers,&lt;br /&gt;All of the happiness is there right before you;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for you to turn from the darkness to embrace it.&lt;br /&gt;Believe in the love that is there.&lt;br /&gt;Hope for the love, and when you reach it,&lt;br /&gt;He will be waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656475-109737336382451390?l=overjoyedgirl2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overjoyedgirl2.blogspot.com/feeds/109737336382451390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8656475&amp;postID=109737336382451390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656475/posts/default/109737336382451390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656475/posts/default/109737336382451390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overjoyedgirl2.blogspot.com/2004/10/answers.html' title='Answers'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404964855577470228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/69/169149153_5d524823a2_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656475.post-109737201657649996</id><published>2004-10-09T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T18:34:27.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Like waves crashing and symbols bashing&lt;br /&gt;Life erupts into flame and I find myself fully awake.&lt;br /&gt;A smile teases my lips,&lt;br /&gt;     hesitant to feel secure in a quickly dying spark.&lt;br /&gt;Parallel days, parallel thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;I need to believe that soon I will tire of this life of mine.&lt;br /&gt;Playing and rewinding, playing and rewinding,&lt;br /&gt;     playing and...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656475-109737201657649996?l=overjoyedgirl2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overjoyedgirl2.blogspot.com/feeds/109737201657649996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8656475&amp;postID=109737201657649996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656475/posts/default/109737201657649996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656475/posts/default/109737201657649996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overjoyedgirl2.blogspot.com/2004/10/movies.html' title='Movies'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404964855577470228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/69/169149153_5d524823a2_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
