<?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-4515558181275209947</id><updated>2012-01-24T15:42:43.278-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyrically Superior</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshprincesspoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4515558181275209947/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshprincesspoetry.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>♪ ♪ Fř£Sh pŘîNÇëSš™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00624042675056982255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M_V3il97g3g/Tx9B5eB21FI/AAAAAAAABJQ/4CbGrPiPHfo/s220/226938_10150192547823802_732678801_7042938_2101759_n-1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4515558181275209947.post-2207027540892843336</id><published>2011-09-14T09:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T09:29:24.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT</title><content type='html'>All of my Blogger fam, I have just created a Tumblr as well. 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ANNOUNCEMENT'/><author><name>♪ ♪ Fř£Sh pŘîNÇëSš™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00624042675056982255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M_V3il97g3g/Tx9B5eB21FI/AAAAAAAABJQ/4CbGrPiPHfo/s220/226938_10150192547823802_732678801_7042938_2101759_n-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4515558181275209947.post-4050185798279436471</id><published>2010-03-16T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T12:42:11.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Walk by Faith, Not By Sight</title><content type='html'>It is true that we learn the most as children&lt;br /&gt;we retain the most, and we absorb the most as children&lt;br /&gt;so why do most kids grow up deceived ?&lt;br /&gt;Why are children looked down upon and silenced ?&lt;br /&gt;Why is the intelligence and view point of a child overlooked ?&lt;br /&gt;They become brainwashed, told HOW to think,&lt;br /&gt;All the way up until adulthood....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that in school Logic seems to be the answer to everything&lt;br /&gt;Yet we are still exposed to so much religion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is it that women are still considered "inferior" to men&lt;br /&gt;Yet so many women raise entire families all on their own ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People shun, frown, spit DOWN upon the ghetto&lt;br /&gt;They say they wanna "get up out the ghetto"&lt;br /&gt;Yet they GLORIFY it and glorify hood lifestyle....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a balance of imbalances&lt;br /&gt;Millions, Billions, Trillions of little Yin and Yangs&lt;br /&gt;Do not always believe what is placed before you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Simply because it is whats VISIBLE&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cant SEE the air, but we &lt;i&gt;WITNESS&lt;/i&gt; the wind do its job every day.&lt;br /&gt;We cant TOUCH emotion, but we can still &lt;i&gt;FEEL&lt;/i&gt; it.&lt;br /&gt;We can never LEARN to fly, but we &lt;i&gt;KNOW&lt;/i&gt; the sky's the limit&lt;br /&gt;We cant HEAR Gods voice, but he still &lt;i&gt;SPEAKS&lt;/i&gt; to us and gets his word accross in different ways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See beyond the obvious&lt;br /&gt;Read between the lines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are living contradictions&lt;br /&gt;Life is an oxymoron&lt;br /&gt;thats why i've learned to follow the path that my heart chooses&lt;br /&gt;and whether it is wrong, or it is right&lt;br /&gt;I always walk by faith&lt;br /&gt;and not by sight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/Freshprincess23/?action=view&amp;current=footprints_in_sand_wallpaper-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/Freshprincess23/footprints_in_sand_wallpaper-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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pŘîNÇëSš™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00624042675056982255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M_V3il97g3g/Tx9B5eB21FI/AAAAAAAABJQ/4CbGrPiPHfo/s220/226938_10150192547823802_732678801_7042938_2101759_n-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4515558181275209947.post-5024565047897304558</id><published>2010-01-20T16:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T17:04:46.505-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Handles</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;fat squeezed on the sides&lt;br /&gt;make me wish every night&lt;br /&gt;that these were something i could hide&lt;br /&gt;those DREADED love handles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;staring in the mirror often&lt;br /&gt;this perfect image i get lost in&lt;br /&gt;will criticisms ever soften?&lt;br /&gt;these AWFUL love handles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell my boyfriend that I hate them &lt;br /&gt;i know theyre heavy if i weighed them&lt;br /&gt;if only i could recreate them &lt;br /&gt;these UGLY love handles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suprisingly he cant agree&lt;br /&gt;on this way that I see me&lt;br /&gt;he thinks in flaws that theres beauty&lt;br /&gt;EVEN in love handles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says "your perfect with them there&lt;br /&gt;and thats why I cant help but stare&lt;br /&gt;I love your walk, your skin, your hair,&lt;br /&gt;and EVEN your love handles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your gorgeous as the rarest gem&lt;br /&gt;even WITH them your STILL a ten&lt;br /&gt;Besides I can HOLD ONTO THEM ;)&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE your love handles"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If God gave them, then they're meant&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i'll learn to be content..&lt;br /&gt;dont beat yourself up, dont RESENT&lt;br /&gt;your LOVELY LOVE HANDLES&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a 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href="http://www.fun-learning-spanish.com/image-files/grass-is-always-greener.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 273px;" src="http://www.fun-learning-spanish.com/image-files/grass-is-always-greener.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;There once was a boy who had been with a girl&lt;br /&gt;and for several years she was his whole world&lt;br /&gt;they stayed inseperable, stayed hand in hand&lt;br /&gt;thru any and all they withstood all the bad&lt;br /&gt;they had little arguments here and there&lt;br /&gt;but his friends would still envy and say "its not fair"&lt;br /&gt;"you have such a good girl yet u nit pick so much&lt;br /&gt;what WE'D give just to feel a REAL womans touch&lt;br /&gt;we have REAL issues, REAL disagreements&lt;br /&gt;u guys fight over nothing, but u just cant see it"&lt;br /&gt;hed replied "shes not golden", he'd act with such pride&lt;br /&gt;the grass is always greener on the other side"....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the little arguments grew worse and worse&lt;br /&gt;until they seemed to go from blessed to cursed&lt;br /&gt;these little altercations seemed such a big deal&lt;br /&gt;yet his friends tried to tell the boy "be happy still"&lt;br /&gt;"she loves u so much, but u dont have a clue&lt;br /&gt;and despite all the fighting she STILL stays true&lt;br /&gt;she always stays faithful tho she might work your nerves&lt;br /&gt;u work hers as well its just what yall deserve&lt;br /&gt;the minor fighting and little things&lt;br /&gt;should not overpower the love that she brings&lt;br /&gt;work thru the issues to get to the prize&lt;br /&gt;youll be proud of your work once and youll finally realize&lt;br /&gt;that these tiny lost battles are NOT the whole war&lt;br /&gt;and the love of your life is worth fighting for"&lt;br /&gt;the boy just ignored them, refused the advice&lt;br /&gt;"in the past couple hours we've argued-TWICE!&lt;br /&gt;i cant deal with the arguments, i SWEAR that ive tried&lt;br /&gt;the grass is always greener on the other side"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple months passed and the battles got worse&lt;br /&gt;seemed like love came in second and fighting in first&lt;br /&gt;they argued of nonsense, such meaningless matters&lt;br /&gt;unnecessary attitudes kept them feeling battered&lt;br /&gt;they stayed on edge, letting these issues evolve&lt;br /&gt;into full fledged fights, where nothing got solved&lt;br /&gt;the boys messed up attitude kept anger afloat&lt;br /&gt;and he was slowly but surely sinking their boat&lt;br /&gt;one hot summer day as he mowed the lawn&lt;br /&gt;he noticed a neighbor, to her he was drawn&lt;br /&gt;this new lady in town was so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;with her amazing face and effortless curves&lt;br /&gt;they met eye to eye and she smiled at him&lt;br /&gt;he looked back at her with an enormous grin&lt;br /&gt;"if i could just have her" how he lusted inside&lt;br /&gt;"the grass is always greener on the other side"....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they talked and they talked while the wife was at work&lt;br /&gt;who knew in her smile all the evils that lurked&lt;br /&gt;she knew he was married, but she didnt care&lt;br /&gt;"i dont know his wife, they can not be repaired"&lt;br /&gt;after a month he went over her house&lt;br /&gt;they started kissing and he undid her blouse&lt;br /&gt;one thing led to another, til it finally went down&lt;br /&gt;then they laid there a while and he looked all around&lt;br /&gt;"nobody saw, so whered this guilt come from?&lt;br /&gt;could it be 'cuz i betrayed my loved one?&lt;br /&gt;this object of fantasy wasnt all that&lt;br /&gt;she isnt where my heart needs to be at&lt;br /&gt;i STILL love my girl, im STILL not satisfied&lt;br /&gt;as i look at this woman i'm laying beside&lt;br /&gt;why wasnt it better ? it did not blow my mind"&lt;br /&gt;guess the grass isnt greener on the other side"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ruined my commitment and i betrayed my girl&lt;br /&gt;who would die for me, even give me the world&lt;br /&gt;my boys tried to warn me to make her my wife&lt;br /&gt;but my selfishness cost me the love of my life&lt;br /&gt;all the meaningless arguments are small i see now&lt;br /&gt;when comparing them to this love that i found&lt;br /&gt;ive been blessed with a queen, treated her like a peasant&lt;br /&gt;i said hurtful things and i told her i meant it&lt;br /&gt;i feel so stupid, feel so bad i could die&lt;br /&gt;and i know once i tell her all she'll do is cry&lt;br /&gt;wat we have will be over, i cant blame her its me&lt;br /&gt;shes everything that a woman should be&lt;br /&gt;fellas please listen and take my advice&lt;br /&gt;if u keep up the fighting u WILL pay the price&lt;br /&gt;dont let short term feelings ruin long term pacts&lt;br /&gt;pay attention to attitudes and how u act&lt;br /&gt;wen u want to stray, THINK before u decide&lt;br /&gt;cuz the grass aint much greener on the other side&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3571/3413411700_1de8699dbd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 325px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3571/3413411700_1de8699dbd.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4515558181275209947-8748692888719995945?l=freshprincesspoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshprincesspoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/8748692888719995945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freshprincesspoetry.blogspot.com/2009/12/grass-is-always-greener-on-other-side.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4515558181275209947.post-9048477274694945039</id><published>2009-12-18T12:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T13:17:37.502-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just want a Prince</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=green&gt;I have had so many well disguised frogs in my time&lt;br /&gt;You dont think u can relate?&lt;br /&gt;You dont understand?&lt;br /&gt;let me explain it in depth...&lt;br /&gt;Each time I believe I have found my prince charming&lt;br /&gt;I realize that he is a frog in well worn camoflauge&lt;br /&gt;he shrinks from his tall, athletic stature&lt;br /&gt;into a hunched-over creature thats down on all fours...&lt;br /&gt;that confident strut that he once posessed&lt;br /&gt;u know, the one that attracted you to him?&lt;br /&gt;turns into mere hop-hop-hopping&lt;br /&gt;that body that was held high, and all up for grabs&lt;br /&gt;is a fat packed belly that rubs the ground as he hops,&lt;br /&gt;a creature who lives close to the ground...&lt;br /&gt;those amazing kisses and gorgeous smile&lt;br /&gt;evolves into a wet, slimy toothless mouth&lt;br /&gt;and that soft voice?&lt;br /&gt;you know, the one he used to talk to YOU and only YOU?&lt;br /&gt;the one in which all his sweet nothings and kind words were spoken?&lt;br /&gt;turns into ribbits and croaks!...&lt;br /&gt;that flawless complexion and gorgeous face fades right before your eyes&lt;br /&gt;and those hideous warts begin to sprout&lt;br /&gt;and that GREEN skin begins to show&lt;br /&gt;revealing itself&lt;br /&gt;revealing the so called "Prince's" true insides&lt;br /&gt;you realize that your prince is an illusion, right before your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;such a disappointment it is.&lt;br /&gt;i was misled!&lt;br /&gt;it was a well thought out cover up all along&lt;br /&gt;and now i am back to square one&lt;br /&gt;sometimes the deceitful ways of frogs can make me weary&lt;br /&gt;my perfect idea of reality indeed is distorted...&lt;br /&gt;yet,&lt;br /&gt;part of me stays faithful...&lt;br /&gt;I cannot give up!&lt;br /&gt;I know that there is a handsome prince hidden amongst all these nasty green frogs&lt;br /&gt;and im sure that he is looking for a princess to call his own&lt;br /&gt;just as i go thru frogs to find the prince&lt;br /&gt;i am sure he is sifting thru weeds of women himself to find a true rose that HE can love&lt;br /&gt;I believe that we can, and will, live happily ever after.&lt;br /&gt;so I guess until that day I find him&lt;br /&gt;I'll have to keep searcing thru the frogs&lt;br /&gt;I know that I will find my TRUE prince charming&lt;br /&gt;eventually...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/Freshprincess23/?action=view&amp;current=prince-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/Freshprincess23/prince-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div 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pŘîNÇëSš™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00624042675056982255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M_V3il97g3g/Tx9B5eB21FI/AAAAAAAABJQ/4CbGrPiPHfo/s220/226938_10150192547823802_732678801_7042938_2101759_n-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4515558181275209947.post-4621177891650968872</id><published>2009-11-09T02:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T03:05:16.104-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe I should Just Be Alone</title><content type='html'>I used to think that love was the answer, because in the end it is… right ?&lt;br /&gt;But when is one really truly ready 4 love ?&lt;br /&gt;THAT’S the hardest question to answer. As people, we constantly want different things. Sometimes we want the warmth and high that comes with a relationship&lt;br /&gt;Other times we want the freedom and no strings that come with being single…&lt;br /&gt;So how do we cope with this ?&lt;br /&gt;I always wanted that dream guy&lt;br /&gt;But got my heart broken time after time&lt;br /&gt;Im not even attracted to females&lt;br /&gt;I thought about lesbianism… girls probably don’t cheat, women are more sensitive and caring&lt;br /&gt;Pshh&lt;br /&gt;Women cheat almost as much as men&lt;br /&gt;That is definitely not the answer&lt;br /&gt;I have finally realized that all men are the same&lt;br /&gt;And so are all women….&lt;br /&gt;So what do we do ?&lt;br /&gt;Theres nothing I can do&lt;br /&gt;Theres not even answer to this question&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should&lt;br /&gt;Just&lt;br /&gt; Be&lt;br /&gt;  Alone...&lt;br /&gt;I either stay single and have an emptiness inside, yearning to be loved&lt;br /&gt;Or I be in a relationship-paranoid, risking heart break, or breaking someones heart myself (as I am only human as well)&lt;br /&gt;It’s a catch 22&lt;br /&gt;I lose…or I lose some more….&lt;br /&gt;I have figured out the only sensible solution&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the only thing CLOSE to a solution…&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the answer is solitude&lt;br /&gt; Maybe I need to &lt;br /&gt;   Just&lt;br /&gt;     Be&lt;br /&gt;       Alone…&lt;br /&gt;Women and men are wicked&lt;br /&gt;I would rather spare myself the heartbreak that comes with relationships&lt;br /&gt;And spare myself the missing piece in my heart that being single comes with&lt;br /&gt;I will be ME, and do bad all by myself&lt;br /&gt;I will focus on ME and focus on MY LIFE MY GOALS &lt;br /&gt;Me getting closer to God&lt;br /&gt;After all these failed attempts&lt;br /&gt;And unhappiness&lt;br /&gt;I have reached the conclusion&lt;br /&gt;That Maybe I was meant to be alone forever&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should&lt;br /&gt; Just&lt;br /&gt;   Be&lt;br /&gt;     Alone…...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.paraorkut.com/img/pics/images/a/alone-13004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 500px;" src="http://images.paraorkut.com/img/pics/images/a/alone-13004.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4515558181275209947-4621177891650968872?l=freshprincesspoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshprincesspoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/4621177891650968872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freshprincesspoetry.blogspot.com/2009/11/maybe-i-should-just-be-alone.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4515558181275209947/posts/default/4621177891650968872'/><link 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seasons come and go&lt;br /&gt;it seems as though so has our love&lt;br /&gt;what once seemed genuine and real&lt;br /&gt;has merely passed, like the summer season that is now &lt;br /&gt;coming&lt;br /&gt;to &lt;br /&gt;an end.&lt;br /&gt;the leaves on the trees, that were once rich in color and flourishing,&lt;br /&gt;have all withered away...&lt;br /&gt;like my heart,&lt;br /&gt;the branches are left empty...&lt;br /&gt;all but one leaf remains struggling to hold on&lt;br /&gt;I guess you couldn't stand the chill...&lt;br /&gt;you walked out the door and packed all your things&lt;br /&gt;a single tear fell from my eyes...&lt;br /&gt;I sit and gaze out the window&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess its "goodbye" I call&lt;br /&gt;Im trying not to bawl &lt;br /&gt;I say, farewell,&lt;br /&gt;as the last &lt;br /&gt;        leaf&lt;br /&gt;       in&lt;br /&gt;         autumn&lt;br /&gt;           falls...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G4M3c2cCzCk/Ss0qVdBo7MI/AAAAAAAAAzA/2rxc5qnT7iA/s1600-h/2044529901_6b1e8d07e6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 217px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G4M3c2cCzCk/Ss0qVdBo7MI/AAAAAAAAAzA/2rxc5qnT7iA/s320/2044529901_6b1e8d07e6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390010877089475778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4515558181275209947-1303287367709371626?l=freshprincesspoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshprincesspoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/1303287367709371626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freshprincesspoetry.blogspot.com/2009/10/last-leaf-of-autumn.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4515558181275209947/posts/default/1303287367709371626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4515558181275209947/posts/default/1303287367709371626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshprincesspoetry.blogspot.com/2009/10/last-leaf-of-autumn.html' title='The Last Leaf of Autumn'/><author><name>♪ ♪ Fř£Sh pŘîNÇëSš™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00624042675056982255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M_V3il97g3g/Tx9B5eB21FI/AAAAAAAABJQ/4CbGrPiPHfo/s220/226938_10150192547823802_732678801_7042938_2101759_n-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G4M3c2cCzCk/Ss0qVdBo7MI/AAAAAAAAAzA/2rxc5qnT7iA/s72-c/2044529901_6b1e8d07e6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4515558181275209947.post-3835004928238673156</id><published>2009-09-11T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T09:45:01.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poem for Michael</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/boy%20and%20girl" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i306.photobucket.com/albums/nn249/lizette_94/girl.jpg" border="0" alt="boy &amp;amp;amp; girl Pictures, Images and Photos"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;We talk for hours exchanging words&lt;br /&gt;when nobody's listening you voice is heard&lt;br /&gt;how could we grow so close so fast&lt;br /&gt;Feel like Ive known you from a life in the past&lt;br /&gt;I spill to you problems and knowledge and goals&lt;br /&gt;your good for my heart, comfort to my soul&lt;br /&gt;I dont normally share, not the advice seeking kind&lt;br /&gt;But with you I can share anything on my mind&lt;br /&gt;You're real, unlike many people I know&lt;br /&gt;You dont lie, honestys the path you go&lt;br /&gt;I threw out my pen and my diary&lt;br /&gt;I dont need them as long as your here for me&lt;br /&gt;talking and sharing, reading and writing&lt;br /&gt;God put u in my life at a perfect timing&lt;br /&gt;a friendship so pure even water would envy&lt;br /&gt;who knew one day an angel would befriend me&lt;br /&gt;by your side I wont move, dance with you through the pain&lt;br /&gt;thru all obstacles our friendship will remain&lt;br /&gt;I only hope that I make you feel the same&lt;br /&gt;Just know that you're great, and Im happy you came&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4515558181275209947-3835004928238673156?l=freshprincesspoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M_V3il97g3g/Tx9B5eB21FI/AAAAAAAABJQ/4CbGrPiPHfo/s220/226938_10150192547823802_732678801_7042938_2101759_n-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4515558181275209947.post-5780443511197541993</id><published>2009-08-31T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T23:03:29.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>when the glitter has faded</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G4M3c2cCzCk/Spy5DHRLzqI/AAAAAAAAAuA/r949Jj1wdas/s1600-h/KK+Face_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 303px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G4M3c2cCzCk/Spy5DHRLzqI/AAAAAAAAAuA/r949Jj1wdas/s320/KK+Face_small.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376375518315400866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when the glitter has faded&lt;br /&gt;and sparkle has dimmed&lt;br /&gt;and shine is lackluster and gone&lt;br /&gt;and the songs have all played&lt;br /&gt;and the clothes have wore thin&lt;br /&gt;and the guests have left, and your alone&lt;br /&gt;just you and the mirror&lt;br /&gt;and nobody else&lt;br /&gt;tell me whats going on in your head?&lt;br /&gt;does the pain draw nearer&lt;br /&gt;when faced with yourself?&lt;br /&gt;Is the solitude something you dread?&lt;br /&gt;Does the glitter conceal&lt;br /&gt;the darkness within&lt;br /&gt;a disguise for the people around?&lt;br /&gt;tell me how do you feel&lt;br /&gt;when left ONLY in skin&lt;br /&gt;Does the sadness cause you to shut down?&lt;br /&gt;The money is great&lt;br /&gt;and the company too&lt;br /&gt;but what about when youre alone?&lt;br /&gt;the Anguish awaits&lt;br /&gt;and you wish you werent you&lt;br /&gt;you want all of the Gloominess gone&lt;br /&gt;when the glitter has faded&lt;br /&gt;and sparkle has dimmed&lt;br /&gt;and youre left with yourself, face to face&lt;br /&gt;hope you dont feel evaded&lt;br /&gt;or sorrow or brim&lt;br /&gt;and the lonesome you learn to embrace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G4M3c2cCzCk/Spy5DrsFGtI/AAAAAAAAAuI/O0gyhem9w1s/s1600-h/solitude.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G4M3c2cCzCk/Spy5DrsFGtI/AAAAAAAAAuI/O0gyhem9w1s/s320/solitude.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376375528091884242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4515558181275209947-5780443511197541993?l=freshprincesspoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M_V3il97g3g/Tx9B5eB21FI/AAAAAAAABJQ/4CbGrPiPHfo/s220/226938_10150192547823802_732678801_7042938_2101759_n-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G4M3c2cCzCk/Spy5DHRLzqI/AAAAAAAAAuA/r949Jj1wdas/s72-c/KK+Face_small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4515558181275209947.post-1765090874334876931</id><published>2009-08-31T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T20:14:25.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Retro Love</title><content type='html'>Such a big joke, relationships these days&lt;br /&gt;nobody ever seems to last...&lt;br /&gt;like our elders married 50 years&lt;br /&gt;like the couples in the past &lt;br /&gt;love back then was pure and real&lt;br /&gt;untainted like today&lt;br /&gt;a wedding ring was like a seal&lt;br /&gt;a pact you could not break&lt;br /&gt;we stayed with our men, and men with us&lt;br /&gt;when times seemeed bleak and gray &lt;br /&gt;'irreconcileable differences' was never marked&lt;br /&gt;like people of today&lt;br /&gt;infidelity, though evident,&lt;br /&gt;was not as common as now&lt;br /&gt;and if it was, they found a way&lt;br /&gt;they worked though it some how&lt;br /&gt;word is bond, to say I love you&lt;br /&gt;was always and forever&lt;br /&gt;not only thru the sunny days&lt;br /&gt;but through the gloomy weather&lt;br /&gt;nothing mattered in the world&lt;br /&gt;they put their mate above&lt;br /&gt;let's learn from them and take it back&lt;br /&gt;that old school, retro love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/Freshprincess23/Decorated%20images/?action=view&amp;current=retro_couple.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/Freshprincess23/Decorated%20images/retro_couple.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div 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pŘîNÇëSš™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00624042675056982255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M_V3il97g3g/Tx9B5eB21FI/AAAAAAAABJQ/4CbGrPiPHfo/s220/226938_10150192547823802_732678801_7042938_2101759_n-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/Freshprincess23/Decorated%20images/th_retro_couple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4515558181275209947.post-6069322160110869546</id><published>2009-08-25T10:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T10:09:31.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Silly Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N82reiIxnjs/SY9CdgUFC_I/AAAAAAAAACE/H4G2KrOXXfI/s400/Little+ghetto+boy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N82reiIxnjs/SY9CdgUFC_I/AAAAAAAAACE/H4G2KrOXXfI/s400/Little+ghetto+boy.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=black&gt;Silly Boy&lt;br /&gt;with your pick up lines &lt;br /&gt;and saggy jeans&lt;br /&gt;and $120 shoes&lt;br /&gt;(except for you really only paid $40, cuz they're fake)&lt;br /&gt;why must you act so disrespectfully???&lt;br /&gt;you and your friends...&lt;br /&gt;you all have such boisterous personalities.&lt;br /&gt;You boast and rant&lt;br /&gt;in some sort of inner struggle of who is the 'Alpha Male'&lt;br /&gt;you try and try to impress&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;your actions do NOT impress me.&lt;br /&gt;I have seen this a million times.&lt;br /&gt;pshhhh&lt;br /&gt;The typical cute boy, with a nice smile, nice little build and all, swags on point&lt;br /&gt;but he acts to please those around him.&lt;br /&gt;such an actor.&lt;br /&gt;silly boy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inside he is truly unhappy&lt;br /&gt;he dresses so freshh, he has a million pairs of kics&lt;br /&gt;but he comes from nothing.&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;br /&gt;in order to have these clothes&lt;br /&gt;he must steal most of them.&lt;br /&gt;And as his friends praise him, and the girls flock around admiring his fitts,&lt;br /&gt;one would think he'd feel happy....&lt;br /&gt;But in reality&lt;br /&gt;he doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;he smiles on the outside&lt;br /&gt;but inside he soaks in pools of guilt, because although the praise is beautiful to him,&lt;br /&gt;he was raised Christian, and the sin of stealing is atrocious ..&lt;br /&gt;so it is not hapiness, but guilt he feels&lt;br /&gt;as he gets dressed every morning.&lt;br /&gt;silly boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You smoke weed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      You pop pills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             You drink every weekend...&lt;br /&gt;and all those things make u feel a temporary goodness that you long to have when your sober.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have so many dreams, but there are only a few things your friends would find acceptable, and those are sports&lt;br /&gt;gangbanging&lt;br /&gt;dancing&lt;br /&gt;drug dealing&lt;br /&gt;or rapping&lt;br /&gt;..but you often times long for something more.&lt;br /&gt;something deeper.&lt;br /&gt;But..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;instead you keep your dreams and talents in a closed box, and go on ahead doin the same things that your nigguhs do.&lt;br /&gt;Instead of Rising up and bettering yourself&lt;br /&gt;you sink&lt;br /&gt;            down&lt;br /&gt;                   to&lt;br /&gt;                      their&lt;br /&gt;                            Level.&lt;br /&gt;Silly Boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you wake up and act out your routine.&lt;br /&gt;such an actor.&lt;br /&gt;you shower&lt;br /&gt;groom yourself,&lt;br /&gt;but today u change your routine a bit...&lt;br /&gt;and before you get dressed you look in the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;You stare&lt;br /&gt;and tears fill your eyes&lt;br /&gt;as you stare at your tattoo'd body&lt;br /&gt;and face piercings&lt;br /&gt;and new haircut.&lt;br /&gt;You realize now that you have let people mold you like dough into what you see in the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;Is it too late to change??&lt;br /&gt;What have you become???&lt;br /&gt;What will you become??&lt;br /&gt;smh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silly boy..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ronthompsonphotos.com/images/innercityblues/BOY%20IN%20THE%20HOOD%20-%20BW135%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 432px;" src="http://www.ronthompsonphotos.com/images/innercityblues/BOY%20IN%20THE%20HOOD%20-%20BW135%20copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4515558181275209947-6069322160110869546?l=freshprincesspoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshprincesspoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/6069322160110869546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freshprincesspoetry.blogspot.com/2009/08/silly-boy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4515558181275209947/posts/default/6069322160110869546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4515558181275209947/posts/default/6069322160110869546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshprincesspoetry.blogspot.com/2009/08/silly-boy.html' title='Silly Boy'/><author><name>♪ ♪ Fř£Sh pŘîNÇëSš™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00624042675056982255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M_V3il97g3g/Tx9B5eB21FI/AAAAAAAABJQ/4CbGrPiPHfo/s220/226938_10150192547823802_732678801_7042938_2101759_n-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N82reiIxnjs/SY9CdgUFC_I/AAAAAAAAACE/H4G2KrOXXfI/s72-c/Little+ghetto+boy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4515558181275209947.post-1785584375380468795</id><published>2009-08-25T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T10:13:50.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Im Dreaming, Don't Wake Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=F9827F&gt;&lt;b&gt;Im dreaming don't wake me&lt;br /&gt;My world has no flaws&lt;br /&gt;My heart beats contently&lt;br /&gt;there's no pain at all&lt;br /&gt;I fly next to birds&lt;br /&gt;I soar thru the stars&lt;br /&gt;I sleep on the moon and Im dancin on mars&lt;br /&gt;I swim thru the oceans&lt;br /&gt;the deepest abyss&lt;br /&gt;I ride upon dolphins, I talk to the fish&lt;br /&gt;Nobody is hurting&lt;br /&gt;and nobody cries&lt;br /&gt;we say what we feel&lt;br /&gt;and nobody lies&lt;br /&gt;Im dreaming, dont wake me&lt;br /&gt;the times standing still&lt;br /&gt;My pain is removed&lt;br /&gt;all sickness is healed&lt;br /&gt;we act as we want&lt;br /&gt;cuz nobody is judged&lt;br /&gt;we find enjoyment in all that we touch&lt;br /&gt;success flourishes&lt;br /&gt;like a rainforest around&lt;br /&gt;this dream world is something real life hasn't found&lt;br /&gt;everyone's joyful&lt;br /&gt;we live regret free&lt;br /&gt;to reach our potential &lt;br /&gt;be all we can be&lt;br /&gt;the deaf can hear&lt;br /&gt;the blind can see&lt;br /&gt;so hear my plea&lt;br /&gt;im dreaming ...&lt;br /&gt;dont wake 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