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<rss version="0.92"><channel><title>Sounds like megan</title><link>http://soundslikemegan.blog.co.uk/</link><description>Poetry and thoughts that sound like Megan!!!!!!!!!</description><language>en-EU</language><docs>http://backend.userland.com/rss092</docs><image><title>Sounds like megan</title><link>http://soundslikemegan.blog.co.uk/</link><url>http://data5.blog.de/design/preview/bc/a7a54e97de36f176583ad9c2d86192_160x200.jpg</url></image><item><title>used</title><description>	&lt;p&gt;Spinning in a whirlpool of blood I created.&lt;br&gt;
Who is the creator?&lt;br&gt;
I am just a body being used.
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://soundslikemegan.blog.co.uk/2007/09/16/used~2987044/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://soundslikemegan.blog.co.uk/2007/09/16/used~2987044/</link><pubDate>Sun, 16 Sep 2007 07:59:21 +0200</pubDate></item><item><title>Repercussion</title><description>	&lt;p&gt;Daily functions&lt;br&gt;
What are they?&lt;br&gt;
I need to runaway&lt;br&gt;
keep away from the pain&lt;br&gt;
So deep&lt;br&gt;
Still bleeding&lt;br&gt;
Living inside me&lt;br&gt;
a Thriving demon&lt;br&gt;
Cutting me to pieces&lt;br&gt;
Chewing my insides&lt;br&gt;
spits them out&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Wo am I to deserve&lt;br&gt;
anything good&lt;br&gt;
My worth was established&lt;br&gt;
as a little girl&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I swallow a pill&lt;br&gt;
Away I fly, to the wonderness
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://soundslikemegan.blog.co.uk/2007/09/13/repercussion~2972145/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://soundslikemegan.blog.co.uk/2007/09/13/repercussion~2972145/</link><pubDate>Thu, 13 Sep 2007 09:46:38 +0200</pubDate></item><item><title>Ths Depression</title><description>	&lt;p&gt;Excitment as the air freshens&lt;br&gt;
Bricks build themselves&lt;br&gt;
I see the sky&lt;br&gt;
its beautiful&lt;br&gt;
so restfull&lt;br&gt;
so sleepy...........sleep...&lt;br&gt;
I cant get up its all to hard&lt;br&gt;
Feelings of nothing&lt;br&gt;
eyes are closed&lt;br&gt;
My peace&lt;br&gt;
I sleep&lt;br&gt;
Darkness consumes me&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;How to fight?
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://soundslikemegan.blog.co.uk/2007/09/13/ths_depression~2971908/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://soundslikemegan.blog.co.uk/2007/09/13/ths_depression~2971908/</link><pubDate>Thu, 13 Sep 2007 08:43:32 +0200</pubDate></item><item><title>Youngest</title><description>	&lt;p&gt;A light brought me to life&lt;br&gt;
Starting so nice, my family.&lt;br&gt;
A joy in a breath&lt;br&gt;
Inside everything worked.&lt;br&gt;
World is an ocean,&lt;br&gt;
I am the sailor&lt;br&gt;
Tame the wild seas&lt;br&gt;
Home becoming&lt;br&gt;
A storm that needed breaking.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://soundslikemegan.blog.co.uk/2007/09/13/youngest~2971897/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://soundslikemegan.blog.co.uk/2007/09/13/youngest~2971897/</link><pubDate>Thu, 13 Sep 2007 08:39:14 +0200</pubDate></item><item><title>Event</title><description>	&lt;p&gt;Darkness carries, wind kills.&lt;br&gt;
Spirit developing, evil wakes&lt;br&gt;
Walls have broken,&lt;br&gt;
Carpet is burnt&lt;br&gt;
no-one listening,&lt;br&gt;
stories run&lt;br&gt;
bigger the better,&lt;br&gt;
lies that grow.&lt;br&gt;
Ant in the morning&lt;br&gt;
Night evening a dove.&lt;br&gt;
Help me, Help me&lt;br&gt;
let me breath.&lt;br&gt;
Get me outta here,&lt;br&gt;
This inner hell.&lt;br&gt;
Darkness so thick&lt;br&gt;
Breathing doesnt exist&lt;br&gt;
Its survival, survival&lt;br&gt;
I dont want to survive.&lt;br&gt;
I want to be gone.&lt;br&gt;
Stolen, like my innocence.&lt;br&gt;
The blade is so bright,&lt;br&gt;
So clean&lt;br&gt;
one slice, no more beating.&lt;br&gt;
Feed my heart to the dog.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;With each slap, a scould&lt;br&gt;
A sourness eats my soul.
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://soundslikemegan.blog.co.uk/2007/09/13/event~2971834/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://soundslikemegan.blog.co.uk/2007/09/13/event~2971834/</link><pubDate>Thu, 13 Sep 2007 08:26:26 +0200</pubDate></item><item><title>Thought</title><description>	&lt;p&gt;Flower is dying, heart is beating&lt;br&gt;
petals are falling, roots are breathing&lt;br&gt;
Change is the essence that keeps moving&lt;br&gt;
Whose are the hands that carry the dirt&lt;br&gt;
Where is the destination?&lt;br&gt;
Who will I be?&lt;br&gt;
What will I believe?&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Dance with me in spirit&lt;br&gt;
Hold my soul inside the waves&lt;br&gt;
Some of me drowns, more remains&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I remain to hold on&lt;br&gt;
hold onto me&lt;br&gt;
whoever that may be............&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;change is the essence that keeps me sane&lt;br&gt;
change is what I thrive on,&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I feel the change&lt;br&gt;
I feel my neck break&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;cut my insides&lt;br&gt;
remove the dirt&lt;br&gt;
cleanse me into something believable&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I feel me turning,&lt;br&gt;
I grieve, I love, Ive lost me inside the change.
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://soundslikemegan.blog.co.uk/2007/09/13/thought~2971631/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://soundslikemegan.blog.co.uk/2007/09/13/thought~2971631/</link><pubDate>Thu, 13 Sep 2007 07:44:30 +0200</pubDate></item><item><title>Lost in translation</title><description>	&lt;p&gt;I stand in many colors, breathing wine, eating noodles and driving online.&lt;br&gt;
The road is only living with visions of moods that float.&lt;br&gt;
I enjoy musicians rantings and metophoric places with tastes sweet.&lt;br&gt;
A spirit frees the clouds, makes way for the sun to bow.&lt;br&gt;
I am me, a strange individual creature.&lt;br&gt;
Am I me the questions never end.&lt;br&gt;
Me I am, never lost.&lt;br&gt;
You lost me in translation.
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://soundslikemegan.blog.co.uk/2007/08/12/lost_in_translation~2795102/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://soundslikemegan.blog.co.uk/2007/08/12/lost_in_translation~2795102/</link><pubDate>Sun, 12 Aug 2007 12:00:42 +0200</pubDate></item><item><title>Destiny</title><description>	&lt;p&gt;Destiny&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;When I woke up I realized nothing is a dream&lt;br&gt;
The place id been living is now a reality&lt;br&gt;
Id been living a blur for oh since my teens&lt;br&gt;
Holding onto something that was placed inside of me&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Destinys before you behind you history&lt;br&gt;
What you imagine you are is who your going to be&lt;br&gt;
Your historys what makes you choose who you are today&lt;br&gt;
The future in your head is your destined reality&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I remember the day God planted the seed&lt;br&gt;
I was 8yo and just wanted to sing&lt;br&gt;
People will always tell you it wont happen to you&lt;br&gt;
As I close my eyes I know my future is what Ive dreamed&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://soundslikemegan.blog.co.uk/2007/08/03/destiny~2748441/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://soundslikemegan.blog.co.uk/2007/08/03/destiny~2748441/</link><pubDate>Fri, 03 Aug 2007 10:53:30 +0200</pubDate></item><item><title>Love equals</title><description>	&lt;p&gt;Love Equals&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Working but enjoying your existence&lt;br&gt;
Loving others to love you&lt;br&gt;
Love has no boundaries, no fences&lt;br&gt;
Relies on discipline.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Love is knowing the owner of the problem&lt;br&gt;
Love is faking ownership anyway&lt;br&gt;
Love equals forgiveness, Forgiveness equals Love&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I’ve been pushed by the one I love&lt;br&gt;
I’ve been hurt by the one I love&lt;br&gt;
All for the purpose, of building stronger&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://soundslikemegan.blog.co.uk/2007/08/02/love_equals~2746056/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://soundslikemegan.blog.co.uk/2007/08/02/love_equals~2746056/</link><pubDate>Thu, 02 Aug 2007 20:45:38 +0200</pubDate></item><item><title>Punnishment</title><description>	&lt;p&gt;Punishment&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Where are the words I thought were inside me&lt;br&gt;
Where are the chances you said I would take&lt;br&gt;
I’ve been sitting at this oven&lt;br&gt;
While my food is burning&lt;br&gt;
Not thinking to take it out&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Where is the whip you said you’d hit me with&lt;br&gt;
What am I being punished for again&lt;br&gt;
How long were you going to be?&lt;br&gt;
Where were you going after that?&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I thought emotions were all I needed&lt;br&gt;
They were the key to your heart&lt;br&gt;
Nothing like climbing the wrong tree looking for shelter.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://soundslikemegan.blog.co.uk/2007/08/02/punnishment~2746034/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://soundslikemegan.blog.co.uk/2007/08/02/punnishment~2746034/</link><pubDate>Thu, 02 Aug 2007 20:43:06 +0200</pubDate></item><item><title>Jesus</title><description>	&lt;p&gt;Jesus&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;All my like I thought I wanted to be a star.&lt;br&gt;
Name in lights big house and a fancy car&lt;br&gt;
Soon I found there was something I wanted more&lt;br&gt;
He covers the earth with his smoke&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;His name is Jesus, Jesus,&lt;br&gt;
Jesus who loves me just as I am&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Change my life from that moment on&lt;br&gt;
Ill praise your holly name&lt;br&gt;
Your name in lights&lt;br&gt;
Ill build your house&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Jesus shout it louder than life&lt;br&gt;
Jesus ill lift your name on high&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://soundslikemegan.blog.co.uk/2007/08/02/jesus~2746020/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://soundslikemegan.blog.co.uk/2007/08/02/jesus~2746020/</link><pubDate>Thu, 02 Aug 2007 20:40:46 +0200</pubDate></item><item><title>Resetting Mindsets</title><description>	&lt;p&gt;Resetting Mindsets&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I was working hard for a reason&lt;br&gt;
Playing with time and space&lt;br&gt;
I was holding onto the manual&lt;br&gt;
That kept me within the rules&lt;br&gt;
It was like being in an army camp&lt;br&gt;
The body got toned and cut shape&lt;br&gt;
Training camp that is of total belief&lt;br&gt;
Resetting mindsets&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;It was the unseen that made it seen&lt;br&gt;
The foundation in which was laid&lt;br&gt;
It was the unseen that made is possible&lt;br&gt;
Live life in assured state of mind&lt;br&gt;
The commander forced the groundwork&lt;br&gt;
Created a routine of education&lt;br&gt;
Resetting mindsets&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://soundslikemegan.blog.co.uk/2007/08/02/resetting_mindsets~2746004/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://soundslikemegan.blog.co.uk/2007/08/02/resetting_mindsets~2746004/</link><pubDate>Thu, 02 Aug 2007 20:37:27 +0200</pubDate></item><item><title>Surprises</title><description>	&lt;p&gt;Surprises&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I needed a sweet you gave it to me&lt;br&gt;
You held it in my hand I closed my eyes&lt;br&gt;
Opened my mouth and filled my body&lt;br&gt;
What was left of you?&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;It’s a surprise you remembered me&lt;br&gt;
You’re a surprise with your muscles&lt;br&gt;
You’re a surprise you knew me&lt;br&gt;
N more surprises, you are my everything&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;You knew where I was when I needed&lt;br&gt;
Without me asking&lt;br&gt;
You know my name without it written&lt;br&gt;
Knew my life and loved me the same&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Its special you found me before I was lost&lt;br&gt;
You’re special when you keep me close to your heart&lt;br&gt;
You’re special when you hold my name&lt;br&gt;
I’m special in an ugly world.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://soundslikemegan.blog.co.uk/2007/08/02/surprises~2742777/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://soundslikemegan.blog.co.uk/2007/08/02/surprises~2742777/</link><pubDate>Thu, 02 Aug 2007 10:28:02 +0200</pubDate></item><item><title>Robot</title><description>	&lt;p&gt;Robot&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I was grey and used, you put me together&lt;br&gt;
You collected all the right contents&lt;br&gt;
Crafted them together&lt;br&gt;
Tough to withstand the weather, you made me&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I was programmed to be used in this hour&lt;br&gt;
I was built with you in mind&lt;br&gt;
Different opinions, body the same&lt;br&gt;
Differences were handed out.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I’m a robot to fulfill the purpose&lt;br&gt;
I’m a robot choose like one&lt;br&gt;
I’m a robot you’re pressing the wrong buttons&lt;br&gt;
I’m a robot built to destroy&lt;br&gt;
Engaging with the tongue&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://soundslikemegan.blog.co.uk/2007/08/02/robot~2742735/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://soundslikemegan.blog.co.uk/2007/08/02/robot~2742735/</link><pubDate>Thu, 02 Aug 2007 10:17:46 +0200</pubDate></item><item><title>Pearly Shores</title><description>	&lt;p&gt;Pearly Shores&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;You made me promise I could fly&lt;br&gt;
Told me life would complete in full&lt;br&gt;
Life has been multiplied with one breath of you&lt;br&gt;
You hold the dream in my heart, beat by beat&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;A promise land is what I have walked into&lt;br&gt;
Golden pathways&lt;br&gt;
A promise land I stand&lt;br&gt;
Where the promise began&lt;br&gt;
Island where rubies are ripe and ready&lt;br&gt;
The shores filled with pearls&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Jewels were planted in a loving embrace&lt;br&gt;
A pan of gold I hold and drink&lt;br&gt;
Dirt kicked creates scriptures of love&lt;br&gt;
No longer dirt transformed into gold.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://soundslikemegan.blog.co.uk/2007/08/02/pearly_shores~2742723/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://soundslikemegan.blog.co.uk/2007/08/02/pearly_shores~2742723/</link><pubDate>Thu, 02 Aug 2007 10:16:21 +0200</pubDate></item><item><title>It happened again</title><description>	&lt;p&gt;It happened Again&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;My brain can not comprehend&lt;br&gt;
The intensity of your smile&lt;br&gt;
The complexity of your mind&lt;br&gt;
Not afraid to take charge&lt;br&gt;
Responsibility for your actions&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;It happened again I broke a record&lt;br&gt;
It happened again I fell in love&lt;br&gt;
It happened again You made me smile&lt;br&gt;
My experiences are yours, history is ours.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;In the beginning I wrote the end&lt;br&gt;
You saw right through me, vulnerability overwhelming&lt;br&gt;
You called me; my entire being fell through the floor&lt;br&gt;
I heard your mind in mine.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://soundslikemegan.blog.co.uk/2007/08/02/it_happened_again~2741695/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://soundslikemegan.blog.co.uk/2007/08/02/it_happened_again~2741695/</link><pubDate>Thu, 02 Aug 2007 05:20:28 +0200</pubDate></item><item><title>Quiet</title><description>	&lt;p&gt;Quiet&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;You told me something amazing&lt;br&gt;
That is totally relevant to you&lt;br&gt;
I should have bee ecstatic&lt;br&gt;
I’m quiet, I’m not jealous, I’m quiet.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I should have been happy and I am&lt;br&gt;
I give you my blessing, pray all goes well&lt;br&gt;
Why would we have gifts and not use them&lt;br&gt;
I’m quiet, I’m not jealous, I’m quiet.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://soundslikemegan.blog.co.uk/2007/08/02/quiet~2741310/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://soundslikemegan.blog.co.uk/2007/08/02/quiet~2741310/</link><pubDate>Thu, 02 Aug 2007 00:15:09 +0200</pubDate></item><item><title>you see me</title><description>	&lt;p&gt;You See Me&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I heard there was someone watching over me&lt;br&gt;
How did this happen when Ive guarded my life&lt;br&gt;
How did it happen, how&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;You see me even when Im unusual&lt;br&gt;
You see me me even when I don’t want you to, or anyone&lt;br&gt;
To see me, You see me&lt;br&gt;
I close the door so you can see me&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I heard there was someone looking after my dreams&lt;br&gt;
Nurturing believing as I sing&lt;br&gt;
How is it you love me even when I fall&lt;br&gt;
How is it you need me when I am nothing,&lt;br&gt;
Nothing to his world&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://soundslikemegan.blog.co.uk/2007/07/31/you_see_me~2730252/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://soundslikemegan.blog.co.uk/2007/07/31/you_see_me~2730252/</link><pubDate>Tue, 31 Jul 2007 04:24:06 +0200</pubDate></item><item><title>Where was it</title><description>	&lt;p&gt;Where It Was&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Where was the ocean when I wanted to swim&lt;br&gt;
Where were your toys when you wanted to play&lt;br&gt;
Where were my glasses when the sun came out&lt;br&gt;
Where was the money when the talk was empty&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Why do things go missing&lt;br&gt;
How can things disappear&lt;br&gt;
Who comes in to steal what we don’t have&lt;br&gt;
Who will return what was thrown away&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Where are the tissues to blow my nose&lt;br&gt;
Where were the notes for me to study&lt;br&gt;
Where is the book I had to read&lt;br&gt;
Where were you going when I was at home&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://soundslikemegan.blog.co.uk/2007/07/30/where_was_it~2724510/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://soundslikemegan.blog.co.uk/2007/07/30/where_was_it~2724510/</link><pubDate>Mon, 30 Jul 2007 03:57:13 +0200</pubDate></item><item><title>Medication</title><description>	&lt;p&gt;Medication&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I thought is something wrong with my mind&lt;br&gt;
Doctor agreed with my diagnosis&lt;br&gt;
He gave me some medication to ease the pain&lt;br&gt;
It also decreased my daily senses of life&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;The medication that keeps me alive&lt;br&gt;
Holds onto what is broken&lt;br&gt;
The medication of the pill that keeps me high&lt;br&gt;
Substance inside the pill&lt;br&gt;
Cuts off my esophagus as it goes down&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;The prevented becomes necessary to stay alive&lt;br&gt;
The presence of my saviour is my medication&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://soundslikemegan.blog.co.uk/2007/07/29/medication~2719960/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://soundslikemegan.blog.co.uk/2007/07/29/medication~2719960/</link><pubDate>Sun, 29 Jul 2007 10:05:55 +0200</pubDate></item><item><title>Robot</title><description>	&lt;p&gt;Robot&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I was grey and used, you put me together&lt;br&gt;
You collected all the right contents&lt;br&gt;
Crafted them together&lt;br&gt;
Tough to withstand the weather, you made me&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I was programmed to be used in this hour&lt;br&gt;
I was built with you in mind&lt;br&gt;
Different opinions, body the same&lt;br&gt;
Differences were handed out.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I’m a robot to fulfill the purpose&lt;br&gt;
I’m a robot choose like one&lt;br&gt;
I’m a robot you’re pressing the wrong buttons&lt;br&gt;
I’m a robot built to destroy&lt;br&gt;
Engaging with the tongue&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://soundslikemegan.blog.co.uk/2007/07/29/robot~2719952/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://soundslikemegan.blog.co.uk/2007/07/29/robot~2719952/</link><pubDate>Sun, 29 Jul 2007 10:04:11 +0200</pubDate></item><item><title>Answer Is</title><description>	&lt;p&gt;Answer Is&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Feed the hungry give them what they need&lt;br&gt;
Just as you were fed and hunger filled&lt;br&gt;
Sacrifice a little for those others,&lt;br&gt;
Who really thought they would rather be dead&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;You are the answer to your own problems&lt;br&gt;
Help someone and watch your situation change&lt;br&gt;
You are the healer of your own life&lt;br&gt;
Fix your neighbor and watch your own life rise&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;The only answer I know is Jesus&lt;br&gt;
To remove the chains holding the ground&lt;br&gt;
The answer is Jesus&lt;br&gt;
Remove the hurt and forgive&lt;br&gt;
The beautiful name Jesus&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://soundslikemegan.blog.co.uk/2007/07/27/answer_is~2709832/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://soundslikemegan.blog.co.uk/2007/07/27/answer_is~2709832/</link><pubDate>Fri, 27 Jul 2007 10:23:02 +0200</pubDate></item><item><title>Butterfly</title><description>	&lt;p&gt;Butterfly&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I was born to be free, I cut the chains from my wrist.&lt;br&gt;
On a stage built for me, I breathe&lt;br&gt;
Listen to the sound that surrounds me&lt;br&gt;
Whisper to myself it was worth it&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Released like a butterfly, beautiful into the sky&lt;br&gt;
I was cocooned for so long&lt;br&gt;
With every new tear a new life, every trouble a new victory&lt;br&gt;
To become the beautiful butterfly I am today&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;A moment of growth was a moment of pain&lt;br&gt;
The cocoon you built was enough to sustain&lt;br&gt;
The weather of life forward and back&lt;br&gt;
Foundation was laid, Spine so strong&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Step by step the cocoon breaks&lt;br&gt;
Step by step the colors were shown&lt;br&gt;
Step by step Beauty again, beauty for ashes.&lt;/p&gt;
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	&lt;p&gt;My gut wrenches when you reach out&lt;br&gt;
My gut wrenches when you touch my soul&lt;br&gt;
My gut wrenches as my heart changes&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;You broke me in two, sold, give it to you.&lt;br&gt;
You broke me free, my life, victory.&lt;br&gt;
You broke me free, I can move&lt;br&gt;
You broke me free, I can breathe&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I feel the pain as my wounds heal&lt;br&gt;
I feel the hurt come out from my inside&lt;br&gt;
I feel the hammer hit my head&lt;br&gt;
Freedom from the inside.&lt;/p&gt;
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	&lt;p&gt;I will sing like a bird until you come home&lt;br&gt;
I will smile with my teeth showing as if you were here&lt;br&gt;
I will jump from cloud to cloud with your hand in mine&lt;br&gt;
Laughing like we use to&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I will wash your clothes as if you still wore them&lt;br&gt;
I will shed my weight as if you asked&lt;br&gt;
I will celebrate our anniversary with a cooked dinner&lt;br&gt;
I will not accept you are not coming back&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I will not be stuck on what’s happening now&lt;br&gt;
What you were or would be&lt;br&gt;
You will run through my head like a home movie&lt;br&gt;
You will pulse through my veins like you’re still my lover&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I know you are gone but I refuse to believe you are missing.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://soundslikemegan.blog.co.uk/2007/07/26/missing~2702210/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://soundslikemegan.blog.co.uk/2007/07/26/missing~2702210/</link><pubDate>Thu, 26 Jul 2007 00:30:40 +0200</pubDate></item><item><title>An Artist</title><description>	&lt;p&gt;An Artist&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Who decides what is art and what is rubbish&lt;br&gt;
When is an artist dreaming, when they are creating?&lt;br&gt;
Do we live with nothing for the sake of art?&lt;br&gt;
Do we sacrifice it all to create?&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;A true artist does not stop creating when the world stops watching&lt;br&gt;
An artist continues to create history&lt;br&gt;
Within the veins of a creator is an artist to be individually creating&lt;br&gt;
Listens to what can’t be heard.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;An artist creates life from the dust of the earth&lt;br&gt;
An artist pumps integrity into the world&lt;br&gt;
An artist dreams and creates new dreams everyday&lt;br&gt;
An artist flies from home, to the home in their head&lt;br&gt;
Listens to what can’t be heard.&lt;/p&gt;
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