<?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-8983679</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:00:24.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vampyre Fantasies</title><subtitle type='html'>Hi.... I wanted a place to put my poetry and this is it. Some of it may be morbid or just not make sesnse to you but hell it's my place so blah!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vampyrefantasies.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983679/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vampyrefantasies.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lady DeWinter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866121156469873933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8983679.post-110124584402138688</id><published>2004-11-23T16:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T13:37:24.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Perfect Daughter</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry I wasn't the perfect one.&lt;br /&gt;The girl who at every turn made you smile and proud to have her.&lt;br /&gt;So many times I wished to be her.&lt;br /&gt;But wishing would not make it happen.&lt;br /&gt;You don't understand the pain I feel and you say that you love us the same.&lt;br /&gt;You don't know that you're lying.&lt;br /&gt;I want you to be proud of me, but every choice I make seems to make you even more unhappy.&lt;br /&gt;I scream and cry myself to sleep but can you hear me?&lt;br /&gt;No because blankets and pillows muffle my sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;So praise her, love her, hold her, and treat her.&lt;br /&gt;Be happy for you have the perfect daughter and she is not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8983679-110124584402138688?l=vampyrefantasies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vampyrefantasies.blogspot.com/feeds/110124584402138688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8983679&amp;postID=110124584402138688' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983679/posts/default/110124584402138688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983679/posts/default/110124584402138688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vampyrefantasies.blogspot.com/2004/11/perfect-daughter.html' title='The Perfect Daughter'/><author><name>Lady DeWinter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866121156469873933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8983679.post-110124541750394971</id><published>2004-11-23T16:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T13:30:17.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking in the Mirror</title><content type='html'>Who is that girl I see looking back at me?&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure.&lt;br /&gt;Is that the same girl that I see everyday?&lt;br /&gt;Dark hair, eyes of honey, smiling lips, and skin so soft.&lt;br /&gt;Beauty I realized when my eyes were opened by my first love.&lt;br /&gt;Though not many recognize it the exterior I show hides my insecurities.&lt;br /&gt;I feel safe safe in the arms of love but where are those arms?&lt;br /&gt;Those arms are gone so saftey is as well and  pain, fear, and self loathing replace all the good.&lt;br /&gt;Beauty has turned to the ugliness that I see everyday and no more smiles grace my face.&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/8983679-110124541750394971?l=vampyrefantasies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vampyrefantasies.blogspot.com/feeds/110124541750394971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8983679&amp;postID=110124541750394971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983679/posts/default/110124541750394971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983679/posts/default/110124541750394971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vampyrefantasies.blogspot.com/2004/11/looking-in-mirror.html' title='Looking in the Mirror'/><author><name>Lady DeWinter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866121156469873933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8983679.post-110124499994348531</id><published>2004-11-23T16:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T13:23:19.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hide My Tears</title><content type='html'>Rain, rain come today.&lt;br /&gt;Pour down hide my tears and all my fears.&lt;br /&gt;Lightning strike close to that which I hate.&lt;br /&gt;Thunder be my voice let me scream, let me shout.&lt;br /&gt;My pain and sorrow is overflowing, take it now, show them how.&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to feel anymore, just a wave upon the shore.&lt;br /&gt;Peices of me scattered, I have no more heart, I have no more cares.&lt;br /&gt;When did I get so stretched ?&lt;br /&gt;I"m just too stressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8983679-110124499994348531?l=vampyrefantasies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vampyrefantasies.blogspot.com/feeds/110124499994348531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8983679&amp;postID=110124499994348531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983679/posts/default/110124499994348531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983679/posts/default/110124499994348531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vampyrefantasies.blogspot.com/2004/11/hide-my-tears.html' title='Hide My Tears'/><author><name>Lady DeWinter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866121156469873933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8983679.post-110124464745047141</id><published>2004-11-23T16:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T13:17:27.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Destined</title><content type='html'>They say I'm like sister oranother one of the guys.&lt;br /&gt;When will I be the love interest or the girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;I sit in front of this mirror trying to see that something.&lt;br /&gt;Is it yrue that girls like me aren't meant for love?&lt;br /&gt;Could I be anything more?&lt;br /&gt;Or is my life destined to be lonely and closed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8983679-110124464745047141?l=vampyrefantasies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vampyrefantasies.blogspot.com/feeds/110124464745047141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8983679&amp;postID=110124464745047141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983679/posts/default/110124464745047141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983679/posts/default/110124464745047141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vampyrefantasies.blogspot.com/2004/11/destined.html' title='Destined'/><author><name>Lady DeWinter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866121156469873933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8983679.post-110004409859428771</id><published>2004-11-09T15:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T15:48:18.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Was This?</title><content type='html'>Where did I go wrong?&lt;br /&gt;Did I believe too much in us?&lt;br /&gt;Was there ever really an us?&lt;br /&gt;From the outside our friends thought we were in love and so did I.&lt;br /&gt;Yet I know something was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Things were too bright, too clean, too picture perfect.&lt;br /&gt;I believed sweet lies from your lips.&lt;br /&gt;The same sweet lips that kissed me softly.&lt;br /&gt;Instinct said run, my heartsaid stay love.&lt;br /&gt;So why now I'd like to know....&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever truly love me?&lt;br /&gt;Did you simply need the extra ego boost of a niave' teenage girl that thought the world of you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8983679-110004409859428771?l=vampyrefantasies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vampyrefantasies.blogspot.com/feeds/110004409859428771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8983679&amp;postID=110004409859428771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983679/posts/default/110004409859428771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983679/posts/default/110004409859428771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vampyrefantasies.blogspot.com/2004/11/what-was-this.html' title='What Was This?'/><author><name>Lady DeWinter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866121156469873933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8983679.post-109959571564155116</id><published>2004-11-04T11:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-04T11:15:15.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family</title><content type='html'>They have so many faces.&lt;br /&gt;All a different shape and size.&lt;br /&gt;Some have dimples others don't.&lt;br /&gt;Brown eyes,blue, green, and hazel.&lt;br /&gt;We come together,&lt;br /&gt;We stay far apart,&lt;br /&gt;But no matter love or hate we are Family.&lt;br /&gt;We fight but still have a the connection.&lt;br /&gt;Laughter, tears, scratches, and mending,&lt;br /&gt;We all have a coomon place .&lt;br /&gt;So whether we like or not we will always be Family....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8983679-109959571564155116?l=vampyrefantasies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vampyrefantasies.blogspot.com/feeds/109959571564155116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8983679&amp;postID=109959571564155116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983679/posts/default/109959571564155116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983679/posts/default/109959571564155116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vampyrefantasies.blogspot.com/2004/11/family.html' title='Family'/><author><name>Lady DeWinter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01866121156469873933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8983679.post-109943653495084516</id><published>2004-11-02T14:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T15:02:14.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Where to Go</title><content type='html'>Where am I to go?&lt;br /&gt;No one seems to care or hear my cries.&lt;br /&gt;Sobs rack my body and the pain is unbearable.&lt;br /&gt;Friends do not exist in this cold lonely world.&lt;br /&gt;Darkness surrounds and fear is an everyday occurence.&lt;br /&gt;Where can I turn ?&lt;br /&gt;Who can I look to for comfort and love?&lt;br /&gt;Do I even exist others?&lt;br /&gt;Or am I just the pretty doll that sits on the shelf thaa catches dust and is taken down for show and tell?&lt;br /&gt;I sit there on that shelf longing for companionship and love but day after day more dust collects and I am forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8983679-109943653495084516?l=vampyrefantasies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vampyrefantasies.blogspot.com/feeds/109943653495084516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8983679&amp;postID=109943653495084516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8983679/posts/default/109943653495084516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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