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      <title>Witching hour.....</title>
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&amp;nbsp;What now....&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Always on my&amp;nbsp;mind.....Matthew H...&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; There&amp;nbsp;are oceans battling their creator......&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Sad, lonely men walking on damaged ground....&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; There is love but where is it?&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; Is it in my hands...am I reaching...or is it in my dreams?&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;I turn my&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;back to breath and you have already taken it.....&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; Crept in my souls bottom and spread the disease.....&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;A light fog is all I see after I wipe these tears....&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; A faint smell of a mistake that has no repair...&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; A soul....my soul .... A fleeting beauty in disguise&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; A soft touch hidden with a past that test my strength&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Iam awake but still dreaming&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;Iam falling but loving the rush...&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; I kneel but not in prayer.....&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I am honest but liers will never see......&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;There are notes unsung....&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; And your voice wrapping around me and everyone...&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;The weakness I fear has made me victorious&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; Your stern hand did not break the mold...&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; My doubts have been recovered....&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; Your love is like a death....&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Is there really a difference???&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; You float where I&amp;nbsp;can not see....&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; If in my lucky hour you appear to me...&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; A ghost solid.....not hollow&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;Making no sense to the mind....but overpowering the heart,...&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;A man waiting at my side.....&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Making love to my spirit ....&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;Leaving everything else behind....&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; You&amp;nbsp;do no understand me.....&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;am like everyone else you say&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; But iam not...&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;I feed on my passion....&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; Id love you if you would take off your armor?......&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;Let it fall at my feet....&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It would wash away down this golden street...&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Euphoric&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Love felt&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; A steady hand&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Two naked bodies giving it all away ....&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; A thrill...danger&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Tricky rules....blind folded&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; Similar to an end....&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; But the beginning of a crippling emotion....&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; Stripping the old&amp;nbsp;away....&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;Becoming the unicorn untamed....unattainable lust.....&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; Behind every love..there is a wicked twisted lust.....&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Where black doors are&amp;nbsp;red....&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; And birds have no wings....&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; And&amp;nbsp;we are cloned.....&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; Forced upon rules that were made up.....&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Canvas&amp;nbsp;that was once blank....&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;Now sets the scene of the creative hand....&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;A perception most leave&amp;nbsp;out....&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Why do we speak?&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Why do we wonder?&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;Why do we hope?&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; Like a flute..... with all its notes&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Tells a story.....in a melody&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Like a human....with all its skin.....&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Has to feel something......&lt;br /&gt;
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      <pubDate>Wed, 10 Sep 2008 22:07:25 +0000</pubDate>
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      <author>thefirstmagenta</author>
      <link>http://trig.com/thefirstmagenta/blog/2008/9/10/post/52577</link>
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      <title>blank sky</title>
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&amp;nbsp; i tried to stop myself, look at every thing that could go wrong and when it came down to it,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; i knew i was safe, we lost ourselves when we stopped believing in the sun....&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; we broke apart when you lost your mind...&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;when you cried because you had killed my dreams...&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; failing to see the reason why&amp;nbsp;you had&amp;nbsp;ruined all time....&lt;br /&gt;
i stole for you and you threw it back ....i cant go on,,,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;you think i liked that hurt ...the pain...the nothing&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; you were here and then gone.....the crashing smiles...covered in your memory,,,&lt;br /&gt;
iam drenched in your sins..your smut..you fooled me..i wish you were dead...&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;stray from your cave of slaves to come into my world jus long enough to fuck it all up.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;you made me a whore when you laid me....over and over agian...&lt;br /&gt;
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now&amp;nbsp;you want a saint... to set on your stand..&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;after you leave me stained with your sex....&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; you confused my mind to what was safe.....&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;you&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;abuse, come to me crying labling youself the victim&lt;br /&gt;
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      <pubDate>Tue, 02 Sep 2008 05:43:34 +0000</pubDate>
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      <author>thefirstmagenta</author>
      <link>http://trig.com/thefirstmagenta/blog/2008/9/2/post/52154</link>
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      <title>Tell me how ya really feel.....</title>
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&amp;nbsp; I'am tired of talking and tired of trying to help you and you&amp;nbsp;walking away like it never happened..&lt;br /&gt;
You do not hold a mind of your own and for that I find you weak... You lack what I feed on everyday that is creativity and self-awareness.... You do not make me smile I find you sad....you cut your wrist for attention and somehow I feel like the fool... I gave you my hand and now I wanna push you away with it....I say go crawl in a hole cause thats where you belong..turn your back on your family and friends who nearly saw you bleed to death...live in a box of your own sorrow.... You can run but you cant hide from yourself....</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 15 Aug 2008 04:50:08 +0000</pubDate>
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      <author>thefirstmagenta</author>
      <link>http://trig.com/thefirstmagenta/blog/2008/8/15/post/51372</link>
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      <title>.............</title>
      <description>&amp;nbsp;A pill won't help me..&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;I can't escape my insanity.&lt;br /&gt;
You think you know me-&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;You'd be surprised if you tempted me....&lt;br /&gt;
Death is at my back..&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; Like a dark hallway..&lt;br /&gt;
Leaves you crippled and cold..&lt;br /&gt;
I need something in my veins-&lt;br /&gt;
that makes me aware of my fears,,,&lt;br /&gt;
I never judge a soul...&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;So why point your finger at me????&lt;br /&gt;
You have your money and riches,,&lt;br /&gt;
I have the strength I count on...&lt;br /&gt;
Never to be robbed from me....&lt;br /&gt;
I wear scars on my arms...&lt;br /&gt;
A reminder of an outlet-&lt;br /&gt;
that will not fade...&lt;br /&gt;
You put me in that building...&lt;br /&gt;
Fed me all these lies-&lt;br /&gt;
Told me I was crazy..&lt;br /&gt;
Now look who has to lie......&lt;br /&gt;
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You fucked my mind...&lt;br /&gt;
Crawled in and raped..&lt;br /&gt;
The only thing I had-&lt;br /&gt;
A voice so discreet...&lt;br /&gt;
A fortress of regrets-&lt;br /&gt;
Thrown in my face..&lt;br /&gt;
After all this I say:&lt;br /&gt;
Anger is all I can&amp;nbsp;taste..&lt;br /&gt;
Will anything calm me?&lt;br /&gt;
Will anybody want me?&lt;br /&gt;
If you try to effect me...&lt;br /&gt;
Will you love me..&lt;br /&gt;
or will you break me??</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 27 Mar 2008 17:45:24 +0000</pubDate>
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      <author>thefirstmagenta</author>
      <link>http://trig.com/thefirstmagenta/blog/2008/3/27/post/45141</link>
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      <title>Nothing left to say....</title>
      <description>&amp;nbsp; I can't even speak...&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; Remembering y&lt;u&gt;ou&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;is easy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp; Telling myself your gone..&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Is a task of my everyday life..&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The love I had somehow dissappeared..&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I hear your voice in the halls&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I see you in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; Your hands still grasp my soul..&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; I wish I would have died...&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;At times I&amp;nbsp;forget your gone..&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; Crying&amp;nbsp; over a smell&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; Knowing you'll never call me again.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; I truely don't know If I'll get by,,,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; Your life was taken too soon..&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; If i was half the person you were...&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; I could land on my feet..&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; The&amp;nbsp; world lost an angel..&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The day you were taken&amp;nbsp;away..&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I pray I find a love like the love I found in you..&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I don't wanna feel lost anymore...&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; That's the price you pay....&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; If I could have one more day with you...&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I'd let&amp;nbsp;you&amp;nbsp;know...&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; You were the love of&amp;nbsp;my life..&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; And my heart never stopped beating for you.....&lt;br /&gt;
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      <pubDate>Thu, 14 Feb 2008 04:42:51 +0000</pubDate>
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      <author>thefirstmagenta</author>
      <link>http://trig.com/thefirstmagenta/blog/2008/2/14/post/42716</link>
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      <title>Blog for November 29, 2007</title>
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It seemed that there was a door....&lt;br /&gt;
A man , with deceitful skin took me along a wall&lt;br /&gt;
I wanted the feeling of looking into his eyes&lt;br /&gt;
He had none, I had no way out..&lt;br /&gt;
His power evident with sickness and confusion&lt;br /&gt;
He knocked me to my knees..&lt;br /&gt;
Pleased with my head down..&lt;br /&gt;
He took over every instinct I've ever had and ever will&lt;br /&gt;
The touch slithered through my body and split my emotions in half&lt;br /&gt;
All of my figure exposed for the others ....&lt;br /&gt;
Once, where there was a voice..&lt;br /&gt;
The voice died and crept down into the holes of the weakest humans&lt;br /&gt;
Scattered pieces of life..&lt;br /&gt;
I now had to pick up..&lt;br /&gt;
He left me incomplete...&lt;br /&gt;
I would have cried..&lt;br /&gt;
But he beat the tears out of me...&lt;br /&gt;
I was the night..&lt;br /&gt;
Deep inside of a regret&lt;br /&gt;
He chained me to his fears..&lt;br /&gt;
Like maggots to a death&lt;br /&gt;
Like a scream that won't shake&lt;br /&gt;
A Forbidden lack of faith....&lt;br /&gt;
A fucking blow to the head..&lt;br /&gt;
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      <pubDate>Thu, 29 Nov 2007 02:30:34 +0000</pubDate>
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      <author>thefirstmagenta</author>
      <link>http://trig.com/thefirstmagenta/blog/2007/11/29/post/38207</link>
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      <title>JUST ONE OF MY MANY WRITINGS.......</title>
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I WANNA LOSE CONTROL&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; FEEL YOUR HANDS GO THROUGH MY SOUL&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; GET AWAY FROM PAIN&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; THAT EATS AWAY AT MY SENSES&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; DID I EVER HAVE ANYTHING I COULD CALL MY OWN?&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; WHY SPIRAL DOWN INTO NOTHING&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I HAVE TRIED TO ESCAPE FEAR&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; WHY CAN'T YOU LEAVE ME ALONE?&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; LOVE IS DESTROYING ME&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; CAN YOU BRING ME BACK,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; CAN YOU FIND A WAY,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; TO ERASE THE THINGS THAT I HAVE DONE ?&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; DARK CIRCLES APPEAR BENEATH MY EYES&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; BREAKING BONES-&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; SUNKEN SKIN SPREADS APART&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; LEFT&amp;nbsp; BLACK AND COLD&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; THE MAN WHO COULD NOT LIVE&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I CAN NOT SEE YOU ANYMORE&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; WALKING ALL OVER MY BODY&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; BLEEDING OUT OF EVERY PORE&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I HAVE ENTERED YOUR MIND BEFORE&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ALL FUCKED UP ON LIES&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; YOU&amp;nbsp; ATTEMPT&amp;nbsp; TO CREATE&amp;nbsp; A&amp;nbsp; NEW&amp;nbsp; YOU-&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; BUT YOU WILL BE THE THERE TOO....&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 07 Nov 2007 18:32:18 +0000</pubDate>
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      <author>thefirstmagenta</author>
      <link>http://trig.com/thefirstmagenta/blog/2007/11/7/post/36584</link>
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