<?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-3856450633807402082</id><updated>2012-02-16T00:35:06.017-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Pause Before The Decline</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinwoodall.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856450633807402082/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinwoodall.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Justin Woodall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14608760173856226808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0rAMD7yMmY/S9ANpQD5R_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/rQ-VRBCp3nU/S220/n364463522679_9675.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3856450633807402082.post-869723413558674452</id><published>2010-06-28T02:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T03:01:32.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'Don't Believe In Me (When I Can't Even Believe In Myself)'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Without the existence of photographs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Could you even prove I was here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lost in memories and paragraphs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And a kiss doesn't last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And you can't hold what was never there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm starting to think that I was never meant to find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This path so sheltered by the dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A hand so cold that I could no longer feel mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Is it death or something more divine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Buried alive as I am still breathing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A shot of something to stop this heaving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No, not life as it feels like concrete in my veins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Soured by the shame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A thousand heartbeats silenced&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Many left unnamed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Maybe I'll find my way back someday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As the stars find their way back when the day ends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Not all scars will mend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ripping myself to shreds just to feel something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Maybe a glimpse of the sun as the sky changes from blue to gray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I want to vanish in the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Maybe it's better that way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;© Justin Woodall,  June   2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3856450633807402082-869723413558674452?l=justinwoodall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinwoodall.blogspot.com/feeds/869723413558674452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justinwoodall.blogspot.com/2010/06/dont-believe-in-me-when-i-cant-even.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856450633807402082/posts/default/869723413558674452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856450633807402082/posts/default/869723413558674452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinwoodall.blogspot.com/2010/06/dont-believe-in-me-when-i-cant-even.html' title='&apos;Don&apos;t Believe In Me (When I Can&apos;t Even Believe In Myself)&apos;'/><author><name>Justin Woodall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14608760173856226808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0rAMD7yMmY/S9ANpQD5R_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/rQ-VRBCp3nU/S220/n364463522679_9675.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3856450633807402082.post-8536493675133342006</id><published>2010-06-26T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T20:22:10.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'To Find Sincerity In A Smile'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every  time I turn around, it's my face against the ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Lungs full of soot, aching from the  screaming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Calling out to  anyone who'll listen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Waiting  for the day, when I'm finally swept away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Either up into the sky, free as a bird&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Or under the rug where maybe I'll fall  asleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I want so badly to be  numb...but I can't help but feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Even if pain is the only thing awaiting me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The only thing that I find to be real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;© Justin Woodall,  June  2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3856450633807402082-8536493675133342006?l=justinwoodall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinwoodall.blogspot.com/feeds/8536493675133342006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justinwoodall.blogspot.com/2010/06/to-find-sincerity-in-smile_26.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856450633807402082/posts/default/8536493675133342006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856450633807402082/posts/default/8536493675133342006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinwoodall.blogspot.com/2010/06/to-find-sincerity-in-smile_26.html' title='&apos;To Find Sincerity In A Smile&apos;'/><author><name>Justin Woodall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14608760173856226808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0rAMD7yMmY/S9ANpQD5R_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/rQ-VRBCp3nU/S220/n364463522679_9675.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3856450633807402082.post-3595312106951042654</id><published>2010-06-08T17:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T17:19:21.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'Impromptu Breakfast In Space'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stars soar through my veins&lt;br /&gt;Like intergalactic ecstasy&lt;br /&gt;Lunar love keeping me sane while the Earth drifts far away from me&lt;br /&gt;And within the glory of our cosmic collision&lt;br /&gt;The planets align as we drift further into darkness&lt;br /&gt;Heavenly bliss and wonder grabs hold of us during the intermission&lt;br /&gt;As we watch life and death fuse into one&lt;br /&gt;And in the twilight we find where we belong&lt;br /&gt;The warmth of a kiss showers us with intuition&lt;br /&gt;That our universe emerges underneath the vision of a sacred sun...our protector&lt;br /&gt;We are bathed within the unborn light&lt;br /&gt;Dancing on the constellation where Heaven and Earth meet&lt;br /&gt;And they mingle playfully as we drink in tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;And slowly sweat out yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© Justin Woodall, June 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3856450633807402082-3595312106951042654?l=justinwoodall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinwoodall.blogspot.com/feeds/3595312106951042654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justinwoodall.blogspot.com/2010/06/impromptu-breakfast-in-space.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856450633807402082/posts/default/3595312106951042654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856450633807402082/posts/default/3595312106951042654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinwoodall.blogspot.com/2010/06/impromptu-breakfast-in-space.html' title='&apos;Impromptu Breakfast In Space&apos;'/><author><name>Justin Woodall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14608760173856226808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0rAMD7yMmY/S9ANpQD5R_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/rQ-VRBCp3nU/S220/n364463522679_9675.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3856450633807402082.post-5398556696479030418</id><published>2010-05-17T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T10:54:58.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 style="font-weight: normal; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"  class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music saves my sanity. It captures my soul and  embraces my heart. When I am lonely it holds me in the night. I am  forever indebted to the lyrics and melodies that accompany&lt;br /&gt;my life.  And when I embark on my endless dream I'm sure you will faintly hear me  singing you to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;© Justin Woodall, May 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3856450633807402082-5398556696479030418?l=justinwoodall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinwoodall.blogspot.com/feeds/5398556696479030418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justinwoodall.blogspot.com/2010/05/music-saves-my-sanity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856450633807402082/posts/default/5398556696479030418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856450633807402082/posts/default/5398556696479030418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinwoodall.blogspot.com/2010/05/music-saves-my-sanity.html' title=''/><author><name>Justin Woodall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14608760173856226808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0rAMD7yMmY/S9ANpQD5R_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/rQ-VRBCp3nU/S220/n364463522679_9675.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3856450633807402082.post-7239617630660530148</id><published>2010-05-13T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T23:07:30.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'Making A Wish On An Exploding Star'</title><content type='html'>Nobody likes damaged goods&lt;br /&gt;So grab the duct tape, baby&lt;br /&gt;And let's hit the lights and try and forget&lt;br /&gt;Not every wound is meant to heal, so we just learn to deal&lt;br /&gt;With taking things as they come&lt;br /&gt;I try to take every step without a stumble&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes gravity gets the best of me&lt;br /&gt;I'll continue moving forward, like sun beams toward the Earth&lt;br /&gt;I'll establish the spark and watch your eyes ignite&lt;br /&gt;So I can bathe in the light and find my way back home&lt;br /&gt;A trail of flames makes its way across this room tonight&lt;br /&gt;And I feel the electricity surge from your fingertips&lt;br /&gt;You make me feel like a human lighting rod&lt;br /&gt;Plug me in and we can fight the morning together&lt;br /&gt;Don't let the sun in on our plans&lt;br /&gt;A solar explosing nipping at our heels&lt;br /&gt;We take in, live with, lose, then forget memories that once made us smile&lt;br /&gt;But today we can choose to be reborn&lt;br /&gt;Life means more than just surviving&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to leave my mark on you...on everything I see&lt;br /&gt;Hope floats on a sea of dreams&lt;br /&gt;And everything is gold until you turn your back on it&lt;br /&gt;We'll walk against the wind and you can teach me to dance&lt;br /&gt;Fall away into the deep and when we awake dawn will kiss our eyes&lt;br /&gt;Nobody has to know about our imperfections as we discard them slowly&lt;br /&gt;Until Only you can see remnants of my failures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© Justin Woodall, May 2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3856450633807402082-7239617630660530148?l=justinwoodall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinwoodall.blogspot.com/feeds/7239617630660530148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justinwoodall.blogspot.com/2010/05/making-wish-on-exploding-star.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856450633807402082/posts/default/7239617630660530148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856450633807402082/posts/default/7239617630660530148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinwoodall.blogspot.com/2010/05/making-wish-on-exploding-star.html' title='&apos;Making A Wish On An Exploding Star&apos;'/><author><name>Justin Woodall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14608760173856226808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0rAMD7yMmY/S9ANpQD5R_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/rQ-VRBCp3nU/S220/n364463522679_9675.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3856450633807402082.post-4366710708645983346</id><published>2010-04-22T01:41:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T11:31:16.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'(Survivors) The Ones That Refuse To Die'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;" &gt;Sometimes I feel like  somebody stopped the world&lt;br /&gt;Froze the sins of yesterday&lt;br /&gt;To my  tongue and out my ears&lt;br /&gt;And I believe there was a train to get us out  of here&lt;br /&gt;But someone failed to tell us all&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm stuck between  the concrete and the sand&lt;br /&gt;And I can't believe my eyes anymore&lt;br /&gt;I  can only rely on my feet&lt;br /&gt;To keep me moving toward tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;And I  still can't decide what's best for me&lt;br /&gt;Should I stand and fight...&lt;br /&gt;Or  run away quickly like the years gone by?&lt;br /&gt;The shadows make it hard to  see your face&lt;br /&gt;Can I remove the hair from you mouth?&lt;br /&gt;So I can  taste the sweetness of yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Before everything went to Hell again&lt;br /&gt;Before  the missteps swallowed us whole&lt;br /&gt;While your watching her lips, boy...&lt;br /&gt;Her  hands are writing the words to kill off your heart&lt;br /&gt;And leave your  soul gasping for hope&lt;br /&gt;Take away all of the underlines and prepare to  fall&lt;br /&gt;Into the arms of sorrow&lt;br /&gt;Solitude reborn&lt;br /&gt;When will I ever  be here again?&lt;br /&gt;I must take every chance I can&lt;br /&gt;Empty all this fear  out of my veins&lt;br /&gt;Don't speak unless you mean it&lt;br /&gt;Because your words  are like lightning against my skin&lt;br /&gt;Keeping the hair on my arms  standing&lt;br /&gt;Like waves about to crash into shore&lt;br /&gt;To take us all under&lt;br /&gt;And  maybe for good this time&lt;br /&gt;Take a breath and follow-through&lt;br /&gt;We're  all too young to die&lt;br /&gt;A world too optimistic&lt;br /&gt;Our mother&lt;br /&gt;We lie  within her eyes&lt;br /&gt;Watching over us until our train passes by once more&lt;br /&gt;Riding  into the sunset of our days&lt;br /&gt;Smiling all the way&lt;br /&gt;Back to a day  when your arms were the only destination I cared to see&lt;br /&gt;And your lips  were my only way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;" &gt;© Justin Woodall, April 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3856450633807402082-4366710708645983346?l=justinwoodall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinwoodall.blogspot.com/feeds/4366710708645983346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justinwoodall.blogspot.com/2010/04/survivors-ones-that-refuse-to-die.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856450633807402082/posts/default/4366710708645983346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856450633807402082/posts/default/4366710708645983346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinwoodall.blogspot.com/2010/04/survivors-ones-that-refuse-to-die.html' title='&apos;(Survivors) The Ones That Refuse To Die&apos;'/><author><name>Justin Woodall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14608760173856226808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0rAMD7yMmY/S9ANpQD5R_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/rQ-VRBCp3nU/S220/n364463522679_9675.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3856450633807402082.post-1317533251838915266</id><published>2010-04-22T01:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T11:28:21.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'A Fire Inside'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Is it showing?&lt;br /&gt;I try to hold it all inside&lt;br /&gt;I feel  the fire growing&lt;br /&gt;The inferno shows through my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scorching  my heart from the inside out&lt;br /&gt;Nowhere to hide when the blaze comes  from within&lt;br /&gt;The beginning of a defining bout&lt;br /&gt;We'll all take a  breathe as the countdown begins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll brace myself as the sparks  take hold&lt;br /&gt;As the old turns to dust&lt;br /&gt;Cauterize these gaping wounds  closed&lt;br /&gt;The sky showers ashes upon us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As smoke fills our lungs  and blocks out the sun&lt;br /&gt;Flesh falls to the ground&lt;br /&gt;Can't you feel it  all coming undone?&lt;br /&gt;Your ears will bleed from the sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The  flames will consume us all&lt;br /&gt;As a thousand cries erupt in the night&lt;br /&gt;The  pyre will grow as the buildings fall&lt;br /&gt;Through the sea of flames I can  see the deliverance of twilight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new world forms&lt;br /&gt;A new face  shines through&lt;br /&gt;Within the whirling walls of this firestorm&lt;br /&gt;Reborn  in the embers and feeling brand new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ashes of yesterday will  blow away&lt;br /&gt;The pain of the past will fade&lt;br /&gt;But we will never forget  the day&lt;br /&gt;That our souls were bathed in the heatwave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;© Justin Woodall, March 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3856450633807402082-1317533251838915266?l=justinwoodall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinwoodall.blogspot.com/feeds/1317533251838915266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justinwoodall.blogspot.com/2010/04/fire-inside.html#comment-form' title='0 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type='text'>'Disconnected'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these questions fill my head&lt;br /&gt;Until it aches  too much to sleep&lt;br /&gt;Like "Do you look at him the way you use to look at  me?"&lt;br /&gt;And all I can do is try and coax myself into nocturnal bliss&lt;br /&gt;With  the hope that maybe I'll see you there&lt;br /&gt;Waiting in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;You  said you'd always be there for me&lt;br /&gt;Now you're gone&lt;br /&gt;And I have so  much left to say&lt;br /&gt;But no way to get the words to you&lt;br /&gt;I lie here  disconnected from the world&lt;br /&gt;With you inhabiting every free space in  my mind&lt;br /&gt;And the thought of you will never fade&lt;br /&gt;And I'd rather die  alone than love another&lt;br /&gt;Memories play in my head like old, home  movies&lt;br /&gt;And this is my favorite part&lt;br /&gt;You see that girl walking  toward me?&lt;br /&gt;She's all mine&lt;br /&gt;Then the reel runs down&lt;br /&gt;And I sit  alone in the dark&lt;br /&gt;Counting the hours until dawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;© Justin Woodall, March 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3856450633807402082-1610898829829529512?l=justinwoodall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinwoodall.blogspot.com/feeds/1610898829829529512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justinwoodall.blogspot.com/2010/04/disconnected.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856450633807402082/posts/default/1610898829829529512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856450633807402082/posts/default/1610898829829529512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinwoodall.blogspot.com/2010/04/disconnected.html' title='&apos;Disconnected&apos;'/><author><name>Justin Woodall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14608760173856226808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0rAMD7yMmY/S9ANpQD5R_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/rQ-VRBCp3nU/S220/n364463522679_9675.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3856450633807402082.post-2064596905317806057</id><published>2010-04-22T01:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T01:38:49.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'Accension'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Waking up against a wall&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm trying to decide&lt;br /&gt;What's  next for me?&lt;br /&gt;Do I stand or do I fall?&lt;br /&gt;Which direction takes me  toward the horizon...&lt;br /&gt;And which turns me into someone I don't wanna  be?&lt;br /&gt;Drowning in the flames&lt;br /&gt;With a paper heart&lt;br /&gt;I'm choking on  the smoke as it surrounds me&lt;br /&gt;And I hear time ticking away beside my  bed&lt;br /&gt;There's no time left to hide&lt;br /&gt;No burying it all in the sheets&lt;br /&gt;It's  now or never&lt;br /&gt;And I'm bracing for the ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;© Justin Woodall, March 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3856450633807402082-2064596905317806057?l=justinwoodall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinwoodall.blogspot.com/feeds/2064596905317806057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justinwoodall.blogspot.com/2010/04/accension.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;Memories like concrete shoes&lt;br /&gt;Hold me in place&lt;br /&gt;Captive  as all this hurt burns my flesh from the bone&lt;br /&gt;I am hostage&lt;br /&gt;I  can't do anything but wait&lt;br /&gt;Wait for your return&lt;br /&gt;And I wait&lt;br /&gt;Knowing  that I don't deserve a second chance&lt;br /&gt;A second glance&lt;br /&gt;I just need  you to know that I'm still in love with you&lt;br /&gt;And every second I'm  without you I'm a mess&lt;br /&gt;And you inhabit every corner of my mind&lt;br /&gt;Possessing  me like always before&lt;br /&gt;You made up everything I am&lt;br /&gt;So in your wake  I am nothing&lt;br /&gt;I merely exist until you come back to me&lt;br /&gt;Everything I  want to be is far away&lt;br /&gt;And I should have told you just how much I  needed you&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you'd still be here today&lt;br /&gt;I guess we always  expect there to be more time&lt;br /&gt;I always thought I had more time&lt;br /&gt;To  say all the things I needed to say&lt;br /&gt;I never thought you'd take your  heart away&lt;br /&gt;Now with every breath I plead&lt;br /&gt;To love you in all the  ways I need to love you&lt;br /&gt;To say all the things I never got a chance to  say&lt;br /&gt;You're more than a memory&lt;br /&gt;You're everything to me&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes  a man has to lose it to know what he can't live without&lt;br /&gt;And I'm  holding on to you&lt;br /&gt;Because I can't let go&lt;br /&gt;I'm a slave to this love&lt;br /&gt;Until  I close my eyes forever&lt;br /&gt;And yours will be the last name I speak of  before I sleep&lt;br /&gt;And your face will be the only one I see once I'm  gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;© Justin Woodall, February 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Woodall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14608760173856226808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0rAMD7yMmY/S9ANpQD5R_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/rQ-VRBCp3nU/S220/n364463522679_9675.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3856450633807402082.post-2795243549580996114</id><published>2010-04-22T01:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T01:33:44.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'Falling Apart'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;Here I go again&lt;br /&gt;With nothing new to say&lt;br /&gt;But with so  much left to be said&lt;br /&gt;I'm still awake to the same fears&lt;br /&gt;Still  holding onto the same tears&lt;br /&gt;Slowly falling apart&lt;br /&gt;I wake to black  once again&lt;br /&gt;A sight so familiar by now&lt;br /&gt;The sound of your breathing  echoes through my head&lt;br /&gt;I reach out into the darkness&lt;br /&gt;Expecting to  feel you next to me&lt;br /&gt;But all I find is cold air&lt;br /&gt;And memories slip  through my fingers like freezing, Winter rain&lt;br /&gt;I try desperately to  hold on to what's left of my sanity&lt;br /&gt;I feel the anchor of pain settle  into my stomach&lt;br /&gt;A sensation ever growing&lt;br /&gt;Walls of solitude closing  in&lt;br /&gt;Readily able to bury me alive&lt;br /&gt;It's the shame of losing you&lt;br /&gt;And  the fear of never holding you again&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts that never leave my  head&lt;br /&gt;My new obsession&lt;br /&gt;And with each day that passes&lt;br /&gt;All these  feelings continue to grow&lt;br /&gt;Gathering power&lt;br /&gt;Taking me over again and  again&lt;br /&gt;And questions fill my head&lt;br /&gt;All of these things left unsaid&lt;br /&gt;As  I sink ever further into the fear&lt;br /&gt;The emptiness that I now call home&lt;br /&gt;Without  you here to guide me back to the light&lt;br /&gt;I just may be lost in the  dark forever&lt;br /&gt;My body convulses and screams until I finally fall  asleep&lt;br /&gt;Momentarily relief&lt;br /&gt;But the world continues to turn&lt;br /&gt;And  I'll awake to the same fears&lt;br /&gt;And I'll still be holding onto the same  tears&lt;br /&gt;Waking to find myself reaching out into the darkness again&lt;br /&gt;Finding  nothing but emptiness&lt;br /&gt;Waking to find but one more day just to  survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© Justin Woodall, February 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3856450633807402082-2795243549580996114?l=justinwoodall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinwoodall.blogspot.com/feeds/2795243549580996114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0rAMD7yMmY/S9ANpQD5R_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/rQ-VRBCp3nU/S220/n364463522679_9675.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3856450633807402082.post-2964779084097694957</id><published>2010-04-22T01:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T23:12:30.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'Remains'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep evades the  broken ones&lt;br /&gt;The image of your eyes  keep me awake again&lt;br /&gt;The tears  streaming down as I try to explain&lt;br /&gt;The  answers I'll keep tucked away  for now&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one day you'll ask the  right questions&lt;br /&gt;And maybe  this time I can make it come out the way&lt;br /&gt;it's  meant to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The  lines of communication have been severed&lt;br /&gt;Leaving  me dead in the air&lt;br /&gt;Now  I'm frozen in flight with no ground pattern&lt;br /&gt;I  guess I can't escape  the crash now&lt;br /&gt;My destiny lies in flames&lt;br /&gt;My  heart is all that  remains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me the time to explain&lt;br /&gt;To  collect all the  promises I once made&lt;br /&gt;Burn them down and rearrange the  ashes&lt;br /&gt;So  that we may start again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one ever said that it  would be this  hard&lt;br /&gt;But no one ever said that it couldn't be this easy&lt;br /&gt;To  fall  in love again&lt;br /&gt;To feel the comfort we once found in each other&lt;br /&gt;In   moments when I finally felt like I existed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 85%;"&gt;© Justin Woodall, February  2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3856450633807402082-2964779084097694957?l=justinwoodall.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0rAMD7yMmY/S9ANpQD5R_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/rQ-VRBCp3nU/S220/n364463522679_9675.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3856450633807402082.post-363754739084326108</id><published>2010-04-22T01:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T01:26:22.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'Sleeping With Shadows'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;Long nights slowly drain me&lt;br /&gt;Tearing my soul apart&lt;br /&gt;I'm  trying my best to keep the memories alive&lt;br /&gt;I sit alone and hope that  tomorrow will be better&lt;br /&gt;But I feel you drifting further from me&lt;br /&gt;And  this sinking feeling continues to grow&lt;br /&gt;I'm drowning in black and  white&lt;br /&gt;In the shame of what's been done&lt;br /&gt;While the frames of our  past play back in color&lt;br /&gt;Can you find me before it's too late...&lt;br /&gt;Before  I'm suffocated by the what-ifs?&lt;br /&gt;Before I sink too deeply to be  saved?&lt;br /&gt;I'm stuck in the days gone by&lt;br /&gt;Searching for the right words  to say&lt;br /&gt;To repair! To declare! To redeem!&lt;br /&gt;Praying for the chance  to try again&lt;br /&gt;To rewrite all the parts that I got wrong&lt;br /&gt;To make you  see that I never gave up on you&lt;br /&gt;My mind runs circles around itself&lt;br /&gt;Until  I'm aching for a change&lt;br /&gt;Breathless from the pain&lt;br /&gt;Of one more day  without you&lt;br /&gt;I'll never rid this pain&lt;br /&gt;The pain of losing you&lt;br /&gt;Unless  you return to me&lt;br /&gt;But I'll never forget this feeling&lt;br /&gt;So I never  have to feel it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;© Justin Woodall, February 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3856450633807402082-363754739084326108?l=justinwoodall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinwoodall.blogspot.com/feeds/363754739084326108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justinwoodall.blogspot.com/2010/04/sleeping-with-shadows.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856450633807402082/posts/default/363754739084326108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856450633807402082/posts/default/363754739084326108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinwoodall.blogspot.com/2010/04/sleeping-with-shadows.html' title='&apos;Sleeping With Shadows&apos;'/><author><name>Justin Woodall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14608760173856226808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0rAMD7yMmY/S9ANpQD5R_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/rQ-VRBCp3nU/S220/n364463522679_9675.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3856450633807402082.post-3063648910446611487</id><published>2010-04-22T01:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T01:22:43.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'Live Again'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;One million words left unsaid&lt;br /&gt;Bury me  with the regret&lt;br /&gt;You misread the lyrics I wrote you that day&lt;br /&gt;You  were always the one I dreamt of&lt;br /&gt;Please, don't tell me it's too late&lt;br /&gt;To  salvage all the beauty that we've made&lt;br /&gt;Just place your hand in mine  once more&lt;br /&gt;And we can resurrect our love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One million words that  must be said&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be buried with this regret&lt;br /&gt;You  misread the lyrics I wrote you that day&lt;br /&gt;You were always the one&lt;br /&gt;Please,  don't say it's too late&lt;br /&gt;Let's salvage all the beauty we've made&lt;br /&gt;Just  place your hand in mine&lt;br /&gt;I promise you that we can do this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We  can live again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;©  Justin Woodall, February 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3856450633807402082-3063648910446611487?l=justinwoodall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinwoodall.blogspot.com/feeds/3063648910446611487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justinwoodall.blogspot.com/2010/04/live-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856450633807402082/posts/default/3063648910446611487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3856450633807402082/posts/default/3063648910446611487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinwoodall.blogspot.com/2010/04/live-again.html' title='&apos;Live Again&apos;'/><author><name>Justin Woodall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14608760173856226808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0rAMD7yMmY/S9ANpQD5R_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/rQ-VRBCp3nU/S220/n364463522679_9675.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
