<?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-8971448982205437042</id><updated>2012-02-15T22:24:21.057-08:00</updated><category term='A High School Girl&apos;s Heart'/><category term='Some Kind of Disorder'/><category term='Missing Her'/><category term='Sandy Charles'/><category term='The Feather'/><category term='Behind Those Eyes'/><category term='A Letter'/><category term='Old School Poetry'/><category term='Untitled'/><category term='Alone'/><category term='Why I Worship'/><category term='Can You Feel My Broken Heart'/><category term='Large Coat'/><category term='Church'/><category term='I Give My Life To Thee'/><category term='Torn Edges'/><category term='Redeemed'/><category term='Let This Be The Year'/><category term='No Motivation'/><category term='Not Alone'/><category term='I Will Not Be Yours'/><category term='Abortion'/><category term='We Are Yours'/><category term='Leaky Roof'/><category term='The Tortured Soul'/><title type='text'>Into The Wild Blue</title><subtitle type='html'>poetry and random writings</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumpintothewildblue.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971448982205437042/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpintothewildblue.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sarah Mae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_55d5eW8fgAo/Skjkb5MudzI/AAAAAAAABy8/VFjPv_nJX0g/S220/smtwit2+(2).jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971448982205437042.post-506635966575388331</id><published>2009-03-22T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T17:46:35.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.likeawarmcupofcoffee.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316178099788331282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_55d5eW8fgAo/Scbb0MCYORI/AAAAAAAABN0/Rybo9g9q5R4/s320/Headerwide.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you've come here from my profile page, just want to let you know this is my little side blog, you can find me and my main blog over at &lt;a href="http://www.likeawarmcupofcoffee.blogspot.com/"&gt;Like A Warm Cup Of Coffee&lt;/a&gt;. Hope to "see" you there! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971448982205437042-506635966575388331?l=jumpintothewildblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumpintothewildblue.blogspot.com/feeds/506635966575388331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971448982205437042&amp;postID=506635966575388331' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971448982205437042/posts/default/506635966575388331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971448982205437042/posts/default/506635966575388331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpintothewildblue.blogspot.com/2009/03/hello.html' title='Hello!'/><author><name>Sarah Mae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_55d5eW8fgAo/Skjkb5MudzI/AAAAAAAABy8/VFjPv_nJX0g/S220/smtwit2+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_55d5eW8fgAo/Scbb0MCYORI/AAAAAAAABN0/Rybo9g9q5R4/s72-c/Headerwide.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971448982205437042.post-1554757931613735381</id><published>2008-09-30T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T06:04:24.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Info About My Poetry...</title><content type='html'>Much of my poetry is from time's past when I have experienced much heartache.  You may look at it and think of it as dark, or depressing, but I see someone who the Lord has redeemed.  I see a new creation in myself.  Eventually I will probably put the poetry in order, from oldest to newest, but for now it's just all mixed up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971448982205437042-1554757931613735381?l=jumpintothewildblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumpintothewildblue.blogspot.com/feeds/1554757931613735381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971448982205437042&amp;postID=1554757931613735381' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971448982205437042/posts/default/1554757931613735381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971448982205437042/posts/default/1554757931613735381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpintothewildblue.blogspot.com/2008/09/little-info-about-my-poetry.html' title='A Little Info About My Poetry...'/><author><name>Sarah Mae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_55d5eW8fgAo/Skjkb5MudzI/AAAAAAAABy8/VFjPv_nJX0g/S220/smtwit2+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971448982205437042.post-8763041623416946688</id><published>2008-09-29T17:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T17:43:13.559-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Will Not Be Yours'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Redeemed'/><title type='text'>I Will Not Be Yours</title><content type='html'>Creeping up like a lion to its prey&lt;br /&gt;You want to devour me&lt;br /&gt;Seduce me&lt;br /&gt;Reduce me to that confused little girl I once was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want me to crave and need this sin of love&lt;br /&gt;That is not really love at all&lt;br /&gt;but a lie&lt;br /&gt;a great defeat&lt;br /&gt;that breeds deceit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me go, set me free, rescue me&lt;br /&gt;from this ache in the pit of my being&lt;br /&gt;gnawing&lt;br /&gt;and licking my wounds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; my claws&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have no hold over me and yet&lt;br /&gt;you continue to creep&lt;br /&gt;but I will not be  your catch&lt;br /&gt;so &lt;strong&gt;leave&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cry out to You who saves, rescue me from the one who hunts me!&lt;br /&gt;Secure me and give me peace&lt;br /&gt;I beg&lt;br /&gt;peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971448982205437042-8763041623416946688?l=jumpintothewildblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumpintothewildblue.blogspot.com/feeds/8763041623416946688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971448982205437042&amp;postID=8763041623416946688' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971448982205437042/posts/default/8763041623416946688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971448982205437042/posts/default/8763041623416946688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpintothewildblue.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-will-not-be-yours.html' title='I Will Not Be Yours'/><author><name>Sarah Mae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_55d5eW8fgAo/Skjkb5MudzI/AAAAAAAABy8/VFjPv_nJX0g/S220/smtwit2+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971448982205437042.post-3775878114090758924</id><published>2008-09-29T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T17:39:28.376-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Torn Edges'/><title type='text'>Torn Edges</title><content type='html'>I hate the way the perforated edges don't stop the paper from tearing as I try to release it from it's metal grip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate this perforated emotion that is supposed to gently be released from old familiars grip, instead to be torn and ripped with some left and some let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God His grace pours over my torn edges.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971448982205437042-3775878114090758924?l=jumpintothewildblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumpintothewildblue.blogspot.com/feeds/3775878114090758924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971448982205437042&amp;postID=3775878114090758924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971448982205437042/posts/default/3775878114090758924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971448982205437042/posts/default/3775878114090758924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpintothewildblue.blogspot.com/2008/09/torn-edges.html' title='Torn Edges'/><author><name>Sarah Mae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_55d5eW8fgAo/Skjkb5MudzI/AAAAAAAABy8/VFjPv_nJX0g/S220/smtwit2+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971448982205437042.post-2697481378726097516</id><published>2008-09-29T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T08:21:59.520-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leaky Roof'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old School Poetry'/><title type='text'>Leaky Roof</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Knawing at my empty stomach&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can’t sleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like an animal trying to swim through oil&lt;br /&gt;I struggle to move past these emotions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this ache comes with those dead-end&lt;br /&gt;Want to end&lt;br /&gt;Fantasies&lt;br /&gt;That haven’t ended&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The slow sticky oil surrounds my soul as it takes its toll&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like rain dripping in from a leaking roof&lt;br /&gt;Filling a bucket&lt;br /&gt;You leak into me&lt;br /&gt;Filling my head and drenching my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I close my eyes I feel your breath&lt;br /&gt;I feel your hand behind my head&lt;br /&gt;Your other hand on my chest&lt;br /&gt;My heart beats faster now&lt;br /&gt;So I open my eyes to realize&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reality&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STOP!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bucket spills and makes a mess&lt;br /&gt;As all these emotions pour out as I shout&lt;br /&gt;I punch nothing wanting to feel nothing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Empty out of me or come back to me&lt;br /&gt;Just please don’t leave and I’ll let go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I know)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn’t work that way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971448982205437042-2697481378726097516?l=jumpintothewildblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumpintothewildblue.blogspot.com/feeds/2697481378726097516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971448982205437042&amp;postID=2697481378726097516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971448982205437042/posts/default/2697481378726097516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971448982205437042/posts/default/2697481378726097516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpintothewildblue.blogspot.com/2008/09/leaky-roof.html' title='Leaky Roof'/><author><name>Sarah Mae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_55d5eW8fgAo/Skjkb5MudzI/AAAAAAAABy8/VFjPv_nJX0g/S220/smtwit2+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971448982205437042.post-8172552928446809468</id><published>2008-09-29T17:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T17:58:07.575-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Letter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A High School Girl&apos;s Heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abortion'/><title type='text'>A Letter</title><content type='html'>I feel that I am not myself, that I am at this moment some how not connected to this body, my body, my soul, my brain, my heart. Who am I? It's so weird the way I feel right now. I feel as though I could scream or breakdown and cry for no reason at all. I'm so scared because I feel like my only true secret, my only real weakness is coming back to haunt me, to drive me insane or to put a bullet through my head. But you know me so well, you know I could never kill myself, but that doesn't mean I wouldn't want to die if I deserved it. My senses are starting to awake now. I can feel the cold floor beneath me and the hard brick wall behind me. I can hear the people around me, but the words are all foreign to me. Would you still love me if our lives fell apart? I just want to go home and hide in my bed and all curled up in the darkness. Silence is what feels best now. My back is hurting and the cold from the floor is creeping through my body so I must go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(10/14/98)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971448982205437042-8172552928446809468?l=jumpintothewildblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumpintothewildblue.blogspot.com/feeds/8172552928446809468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971448982205437042&amp;postID=8172552928446809468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971448982205437042/posts/default/8172552928446809468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971448982205437042/posts/default/8172552928446809468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpintothewildblue.blogspot.com/2008/09/letter.html' title='A Letter'/><author><name>Sarah Mae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_55d5eW8fgAo/Skjkb5MudzI/AAAAAAAABy8/VFjPv_nJX0g/S220/smtwit2+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971448982205437042.post-480092146862322209</id><published>2008-09-29T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T17:21:23.413-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Untitled'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old School Poetry'/><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>I am a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am attached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to act tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They see rigth through me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1/22/00)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971448982205437042-480092146862322209?l=jumpintothewildblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumpintothewildblue.blogspot.com/feeds/480092146862322209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971448982205437042&amp;postID=480092146862322209' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971448982205437042/posts/default/480092146862322209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971448982205437042/posts/default/480092146862322209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpintothewildblue.blogspot.com/2008/09/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>Sarah Mae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_55d5eW8fgAo/Skjkb5MudzI/AAAAAAAABy8/VFjPv_nJX0g/S220/smtwit2+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971448982205437042.post-7156591815460819091</id><published>2008-09-29T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T17:05:27.286-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old School Poetry'/><title type='text'>Alone</title><content type='html'>Dead shadows on the wall;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence that reminds you of how lonely you really are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971448982205437042-7156591815460819091?l=jumpintothewildblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumpintothewildblue.blogspot.com/feeds/7156591815460819091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971448982205437042&amp;postID=7156591815460819091' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971448982205437042/posts/default/7156591815460819091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971448982205437042/posts/default/7156591815460819091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpintothewildblue.blogspot.com/2008/09/alone.html' title='Alone'/><author><name>Sarah Mae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_55d5eW8fgAo/Skjkb5MudzI/AAAAAAAABy8/VFjPv_nJX0g/S220/smtwit2+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971448982205437042.post-7429607751973580594</id><published>2008-09-29T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T16:42:17.208-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Feather'/><title type='text'>The Feather</title><content type='html'>Gliding down my face, smooth, soft. It tickles, ever so sweetly. It floats gently down to the hard wood floor, whisping to and fro until it finds its place and settles. For a moment. Until laughter and the pitter patter of small feet send it scurrying to a lonely corner, a safe corner, where it will find rest, for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971448982205437042-7429607751973580594?l=jumpintothewildblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumpintothewildblue.blogspot.com/feeds/7429607751973580594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971448982205437042&amp;postID=7429607751973580594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971448982205437042/posts/default/7429607751973580594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971448982205437042/posts/default/7429607751973580594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpintothewildblue.blogspot.com/2008/09/feather.html' title='The Feather'/><author><name>Sarah Mae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_55d5eW8fgAo/Skjkb5MudzI/AAAAAAAABy8/VFjPv_nJX0g/S220/smtwit2+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971448982205437042.post-5278720628543265374</id><published>2008-09-29T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T16:37:49.082-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Give My Life To Thee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Redeemed'/><title type='text'>I Give My Life To Thee</title><content type='html'>Oh God, please forgive my flesh&lt;br /&gt;as it wages war on my soul&lt;br /&gt;Remind me how I am not my own&lt;br /&gt;for You have paid the toll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the darkness comes and the enemy prowls&lt;br /&gt;may I throw myself upon You&lt;br /&gt;Because selfish desires lead to mighty fires&lt;br /&gt;and my strength alone won't do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remind me how you took my place, trading sin for grace&lt;br /&gt;even though I deserve the flame&lt;br /&gt;What a monster am I to wallow in pity&lt;br /&gt;I should hide my face in shame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But NO I won't!&lt;br /&gt;for this is why you died&lt;br /&gt;That I may approach the throne of grace&lt;br /&gt;for my sin has already been tried!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh thank you my Savior!&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for choosing me&lt;br /&gt;A willing bond-servant now am I&lt;br /&gt;so my life I give to Thee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will flee, I will flee...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971448982205437042-5278720628543265374?l=jumpintothewildblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumpintothewildblue.blogspot.com/feeds/5278720628543265374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971448982205437042&amp;postID=5278720628543265374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971448982205437042/posts/default/5278720628543265374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971448982205437042/posts/default/5278720628543265374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpintothewildblue.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-give-my-life-to-thee.html' title='I Give My Life To Thee'/><author><name>Sarah Mae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_55d5eW8fgAo/Skjkb5MudzI/AAAAAAAABy8/VFjPv_nJX0g/S220/smtwit2+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971448982205437042.post-3544149098821029896</id><published>2008-09-29T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T16:30:15.483-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Behind Those Eyes'/><title type='text'>Behind Those Eyes</title><content type='html'>Who is behind those eyes?&lt;br /&gt;I want to know...I want to know you.&lt;br /&gt;I see a smile, an uncertain sort of smile&lt;br /&gt;were you really sad all the while?&lt;br /&gt;I don’t think you knew if you were sad&lt;br /&gt;I don’t think you knew much of anything&lt;br /&gt;you just were...&lt;br /&gt;You were not the pretty girl&lt;br /&gt;or the one everyone wanted to be friends with&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;you were different...strange&lt;br /&gt;confused&lt;br /&gt;lost&lt;br /&gt;marred&lt;br /&gt;I think you probably loved to laugh&lt;br /&gt;I think you were very generous&lt;br /&gt;and sensitive&lt;br /&gt;bossy&lt;br /&gt;ugly&lt;br /&gt;weird&lt;br /&gt;I bet you would have loved to have curled up in arms of love&lt;br /&gt;I bet you would have loved wonderful stories&lt;br /&gt;I think you were swimming through dark waters&lt;br /&gt;you just couldn’t see&lt;br /&gt;but you swam&lt;br /&gt;and swam&lt;br /&gt;It probably felt safe, comforting to be someone else&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971448982205437042-3544149098821029896?l=jumpintothewildblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumpintothewildblue.blogspot.com/feeds/3544149098821029896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971448982205437042&amp;postID=3544149098821029896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971448982205437042/posts/default/3544149098821029896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971448982205437042/posts/default/3544149098821029896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpintothewildblue.blogspot.com/2008/09/behind-those-eyes.html' title='Behind Those Eyes'/><author><name>Sarah Mae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_55d5eW8fgAo/Skjkb5MudzI/AAAAAAAABy8/VFjPv_nJX0g/S220/smtwit2+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971448982205437042.post-4138808164292923526</id><published>2008-09-29T16:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T17:09:28.901-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Some Kind of Disorder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old School Poetry'/><title type='text'>Some Kind of Disorder</title><content type='html'>Good day, bad day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good moment, bad moment (want some Prozac?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you yesterday&lt;br /&gt;I love you in the meantime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is consistent&lt;br /&gt;Everything is scattered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I don't feel&lt;br /&gt;Today I feel too much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sinking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm mean and cold&lt;br /&gt;Get off me, don't touch me&lt;br /&gt;I'm dry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not mad at you&lt;br /&gt;I'm just messed up and no one sees it&lt;br /&gt;because I'm so together, you know, on the outside and all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Have you lost your charisma and charm?"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, there it is, you're back to normal."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normal!  Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971448982205437042-4138808164292923526?l=jumpintothewildblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumpintothewildblue.blogspot.com/feeds/4138808164292923526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971448982205437042&amp;postID=4138808164292923526' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971448982205437042/posts/default/4138808164292923526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971448982205437042/posts/default/4138808164292923526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpintothewildblue.blogspot.com/2008/09/some-kind-of-disorder.html' title='Some Kind of Disorder'/><author><name>Sarah Mae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_55d5eW8fgAo/Skjkb5MudzI/AAAAAAAABy8/VFjPv_nJX0g/S220/smtwit2+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971448982205437042.post-5652863314583658359</id><published>2008-09-29T16:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T16:27:04.262-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Large Coat'/><title type='text'>Large Coat</title><content type='html'>I wrapped his large coat around me like a comforter, burrowing my body in deep curling up in it. As I opened the door I checked to make sure it was unlocked and then quietly stepped into the cold. As I feel the wind slide over my face, it chills me like a large cold rock beneath my head. I like it. The hard grey sky, with a distant blue, is like that rock, although I can’t touch it. It stares at me through bare trees with soberness. I pull my coat tighter so that it warms my cold frame with a hug. Closed eyes, alone, peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971448982205437042-5652863314583658359?l=jumpintothewildblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumpintothewildblue.blogspot.com/feeds/5652863314583658359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971448982205437042&amp;postID=5652863314583658359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971448982205437042/posts/default/5652863314583658359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971448982205437042/posts/default/5652863314583658359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpintothewildblue.blogspot.com/2008/09/large-coat.html' title='Large Coat'/><author><name>Sarah Mae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_55d5eW8fgAo/Skjkb5MudzI/AAAAAAAABy8/VFjPv_nJX0g/S220/smtwit2+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971448982205437042.post-4080496815946675840</id><published>2008-09-29T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T16:44:22.478-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='We Are Yours'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Redeemed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><title type='text'>We Are Yours</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;You’ve called our name, you’ve sought us out&lt;br /&gt;You gave us a song of praise&lt;br /&gt;You set our feet upon a rock&lt;br /&gt;now set our spirits ablaze&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remind us when we first tasted Your goodness&lt;br /&gt;when we could not keep our lips sealed&lt;br /&gt;When we testified to all who would listen&lt;br /&gt;What Jesus in our lives had revealed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take us to that place again&lt;br /&gt;and burn our hearts anew&lt;br /&gt;Take worship beyond words from our mouth&lt;br /&gt;Let it be more than just something we do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compel Your servants to full devotion&lt;br /&gt;and by Your Spirit we’ll strive&lt;br /&gt;to live like Christ and not grow dim&lt;br /&gt;but in Him be fully alive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are willing to be a people going beyond church walls&lt;br /&gt;to be Your mouth, Your hands, and Your feet&lt;br /&gt;So blot out our fears and complacency&lt;br /&gt;and send us to the street&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is power in the gospel, when Your hand is upon Your saints&lt;br /&gt;You have given us what we need from above&lt;br /&gt;Now we just have to get out of ourselves&lt;br /&gt;and spill out Your truth and love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s splash those around us with authentic spirits&lt;br /&gt;taking off any masks we may wear&lt;br /&gt;Let’s carry the burdens of our fellow saints&lt;br /&gt;and leave drops of compassion and care&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with confidence we approach the throne of grace&lt;br /&gt;With a commitment to yield fully to You&lt;br /&gt;I offer my mind, heart and soul&lt;br /&gt;as vessels Your Spirit lives through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971448982205437042-4080496815946675840?l=jumpintothewildblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumpintothewildblue.blogspot.com/feeds/4080496815946675840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971448982205437042&amp;postID=4080496815946675840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971448982205437042/posts/default/4080496815946675840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971448982205437042/posts/default/4080496815946675840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpintothewildblue.blogspot.com/2008/09/we-are-yours.html' title='We Are Yours'/><author><name>Sarah Mae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_55d5eW8fgAo/Skjkb5MudzI/AAAAAAAABy8/VFjPv_nJX0g/S220/smtwit2+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971448982205437042.post-962032382900840148</id><published>2008-09-29T16:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T16:20:55.262-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='No Motivation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old School Poetry'/><title type='text'>No Motivation</title><content type='html'>No motivation&lt;br /&gt;Empty and lonely&lt;br /&gt;Crushed spirit&lt;br /&gt;Hard&lt;br /&gt;Watery eyes&lt;br /&gt;Despair&lt;br /&gt;I just want to sleep&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971448982205437042-962032382900840148?l=jumpintothewildblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumpintothewildblue.blogspot.com/feeds/962032382900840148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971448982205437042&amp;postID=962032382900840148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971448982205437042/posts/default/962032382900840148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971448982205437042/posts/default/962032382900840148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpintothewildblue.blogspot.com/2008/09/no-motivation.html' title='No Motivation'/><author><name>Sarah Mae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_55d5eW8fgAo/Skjkb5MudzI/AAAAAAAABy8/VFjPv_nJX0g/S220/smtwit2+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971448982205437042.post-8014396923990922497</id><published>2008-09-29T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T16:19:24.890-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Can You Feel My Broken Heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abortion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old School Poetry'/><title type='text'>Can You Feel My Broken Heart?</title><content type='html'>Can you feel my broken heart?&lt;br /&gt;Broken&lt;br /&gt;Unspoken...was&lt;br /&gt;My big secret&lt;br /&gt;Do you have something to say as well?&lt;br /&gt;They all did&lt;br /&gt;They just wanted to get rid...of&lt;br /&gt;My big secret&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine the pain?&lt;br /&gt;Tears&lt;br /&gt;Fears...about&lt;br /&gt;My big secret&lt;br /&gt;I don’t care what you feel, or have to say, or can imagine&lt;br /&gt;I’m angry and torn apart&lt;br /&gt;I was from the start...over&lt;br /&gt;My big secret&lt;br /&gt;That is no longer a secret I’m going to keep&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971448982205437042-8014396923990922497?l=jumpintothewildblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumpintothewildblue.blogspot.com/feeds/8014396923990922497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971448982205437042&amp;postID=8014396923990922497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971448982205437042/posts/default/8014396923990922497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971448982205437042/posts/default/8014396923990922497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpintothewildblue.blogspot.com/2008/09/can-you-feel-my-broken-heart.html' title='Can You Feel My Broken Heart?'/><author><name>Sarah Mae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_55d5eW8fgAo/Skjkb5MudzI/AAAAAAAABy8/VFjPv_nJX0g/S220/smtwit2+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971448982205437042.post-2204861602279158247</id><published>2008-09-29T16:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T16:19:51.021-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sandy Charles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abortion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old School Poetry'/><title type='text'>Sandy Charles</title><content type='html'>they didn't tell me&lt;br /&gt;they didn't even acknowledge me&lt;br /&gt;they didn't care&lt;br /&gt;or share&lt;br /&gt;but they should have&lt;br /&gt;they should have told me about the risks&lt;br /&gt;they should have told me about the pain&lt;br /&gt;they only said what i would gain&lt;br /&gt;i don't know&lt;br /&gt;i don't remember&lt;br /&gt;but i called to find out&lt;br /&gt;on this cold day in december&lt;br /&gt;they took away what was mine&lt;br /&gt;and said everything would be fine&lt;br /&gt;but it's not&lt;br /&gt;and now i will know&lt;br /&gt;what they never told me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971448982205437042-2204861602279158247?l=jumpintothewildblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumpintothewildblue.blogspot.com/feeds/2204861602279158247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971448982205437042&amp;postID=2204861602279158247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971448982205437042/posts/default/2204861602279158247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971448982205437042/posts/default/2204861602279158247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpintothewildblue.blogspot.com/2008/09/sandy-charles.html' title='Sandy Charles'/><author><name>Sarah Mae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_55d5eW8fgAo/Skjkb5MudzI/AAAAAAAABy8/VFjPv_nJX0g/S220/smtwit2+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971448982205437042.post-3623856625519788975</id><published>2008-09-29T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T16:16:35.166-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Let This Be The Year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Redeemed'/><title type='text'>Let This Be The Year</title><content type='html'>Let this be the year Lord,&lt;br /&gt;that we finally put away the old&lt;br /&gt;and cling to the new, giving true worship to You&lt;br /&gt;Let this be the year,&lt;br /&gt;that we take off our mask and begin to ask,&lt;br /&gt;who do You say I am?&lt;br /&gt;Let this be the year,&lt;br /&gt;That we bend a knee in worship and&lt;br /&gt;raise our hands without fear&lt;br /&gt;(or at least the hands of our souls)&lt;br /&gt;Let this be the year&lt;br /&gt;that we pursue You with passion&lt;br /&gt;and give our all to heed your call&lt;br /&gt;Let this be the year&lt;br /&gt;that we open our mouths and speak to the lost,&lt;br /&gt;piercing hearts with the gospel and watching God invade&lt;br /&gt;because we obeyed&lt;br /&gt;Let this be the year&lt;br /&gt;that I let you break through the walls that guard my vulnurablity&lt;br /&gt;and instead give me, authenticity&lt;br /&gt;Let this be the year&lt;br /&gt;that we get up and seek you as the sunrise seeks the horizon, and&lt;br /&gt;before the tides of the day wash our desire away&lt;br /&gt;Let this be the year,&lt;br /&gt;that we take in all of your splendor, hardly blinking an eye&lt;br /&gt;that we would lift your name on high&lt;br /&gt;Let this be the year,&lt;br /&gt;that we give our lives to you&lt;br /&gt;as you give us the desires of our hearts,&lt;br /&gt;not our desires, but Yours, implanted and brought forth&lt;br /&gt;by You and for You&lt;br /&gt;Let this be the year Lord&lt;br /&gt;that we remind ourselves everyday&lt;br /&gt;that nothing but the blood of Jesus&lt;br /&gt;has set us free&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971448982205437042-3623856625519788975?l=jumpintothewildblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumpintothewildblue.blogspot.com/feeds/3623856625519788975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971448982205437042&amp;postID=3623856625519788975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971448982205437042/posts/default/3623856625519788975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971448982205437042/posts/default/3623856625519788975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpintothewildblue.blogspot.com/2008/09/let-this-be-year.html' title='Let This Be The Year'/><author><name>Sarah Mae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_55d5eW8fgAo/Skjkb5MudzI/AAAAAAAABy8/VFjPv_nJX0g/S220/smtwit2+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971448982205437042.post-8628067714965935291</id><published>2008-09-29T16:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T17:46:20.756-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A High School Girl&apos;s Heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abortion'/><title type='text'>Scars</title><content type='html'>Tonight there is a sadness creeping once again into my heart&lt;br /&gt;The scars are remembering all to well the pain&lt;br /&gt;My tears fall gracefully down my cheeks and disappear&lt;br /&gt;How quickly they dry up just to leave the pain lingering&lt;br /&gt;Taunting&lt;br /&gt;Finally the hurt and scars die, for now, only to resurface later&lt;br /&gt;But for now I will sleep, maybe dream into my fairytale world&lt;br /&gt;I think it's time for a new heart (at such a young age)&lt;br /&gt;Yet never letting go of the things that now weaken me but will make me stronger&lt;br /&gt;Creep away sadness, let me rest for now, again you'll come another day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(11/18/97)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971448982205437042-8628067714965935291?l=jumpintothewildblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumpintothewildblue.blogspot.com/feeds/8628067714965935291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971448982205437042&amp;postID=8628067714965935291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971448982205437042/posts/default/8628067714965935291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971448982205437042/posts/default/8628067714965935291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpintothewildblue.blogspot.com/2008/09/scars.html' title='Scars'/><author><name>Sarah Mae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_55d5eW8fgAo/Skjkb5MudzI/AAAAAAAABy8/VFjPv_nJX0g/S220/smtwit2+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971448982205437042.post-1098562290274903460</id><published>2008-09-29T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T16:12:14.011-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Why I Worship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Redeemed'/><title type='text'>Why I Worship</title><content type='html'>I worship God because He has freed me from the tight, painful, scarring bounds of sin.&lt;br /&gt;Oh how wicked is my heart!&lt;br /&gt;It sends sin cursing through my veins and finally pouring out of my flesh;&lt;br /&gt;The intent of the thoughts of my heart are evil continually.&lt;br /&gt;Yet, God lifted me out of the pit, out of the mud and mire, fulfilling His desire&lt;br /&gt;to set me free&lt;br /&gt;Free&lt;br /&gt;I should be crushed, but instead, He was.&lt;br /&gt;He got my sin and I got eternal life.&lt;br /&gt;Everyday I battle with sin, the war within;&lt;br /&gt;yet everyday His mercies are new and I can approach the throne of grace&lt;br /&gt;without disgrace&lt;br /&gt;but with confidence...how can it be?&lt;br /&gt;Oh but for the grace of God!&lt;br /&gt;In my failures, my legalism, my complacency,&lt;br /&gt;my weakness, my pride, my foolishness and my fears;&lt;br /&gt;I am an open book before the Lord that’s pages are covered in blood&lt;br /&gt;covering the words and images of my old self.&lt;br /&gt;The paint brush of my soul now dips its bristles in the blood and a new book is written,&lt;br /&gt;one that He breathes life into, guides through, and speaks true.&lt;br /&gt;My soul overflows with gratefulness, humility and joy.&lt;br /&gt;I am awed at His love for me.&lt;br /&gt;What can I offer? Nothing of myself is worthy, so I offer my open hands, my open heart,&lt;br /&gt;and my open mouth that must speak of His glory, that must tell of His story!&lt;br /&gt;My soul bows in worship,&lt;br /&gt;true, unrestrained, vulnerable adoration for my King.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot contain my soul, for it,&lt;br /&gt;is&lt;br /&gt;glad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971448982205437042-1098562290274903460?l=jumpintothewildblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumpintothewildblue.blogspot.com/feeds/1098562290274903460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971448982205437042&amp;postID=1098562290274903460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971448982205437042/posts/default/1098562290274903460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971448982205437042/posts/default/1098562290274903460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpintothewildblue.blogspot.com/2008/09/why-i-worship.html' title='Why I Worship'/><author><name>Sarah Mae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_55d5eW8fgAo/Skjkb5MudzI/AAAAAAAABy8/VFjPv_nJX0g/S220/smtwit2+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971448982205437042.post-5238825643452359144</id><published>2008-09-29T16:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T17:46:55.975-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A High School Girl&apos;s Heart'/><title type='text'>Insensitive</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry, I shouldn't have called, those stupid feelings keep getting in the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for kissing you today, my stupid lips should have learned by now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for trying to hold you, my stupid emotions were getting the best of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for trying to love you, my stupid heart was trying to feel again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for being here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How insensitive I can be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971448982205437042-5238825643452359144?l=jumpintothewildblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumpintothewildblue.blogspot.com/feeds/5238825643452359144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971448982205437042&amp;postID=5238825643452359144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971448982205437042/posts/default/5238825643452359144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971448982205437042/posts/default/5238825643452359144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpintothewildblue.blogspot.com/2008/09/insensitive.html' title='Insensitive'/><author><name>Sarah Mae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_55d5eW8fgAo/Skjkb5MudzI/AAAAAAAABy8/VFjPv_nJX0g/S220/smtwit2+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971448982205437042.post-823122534929500165</id><published>2008-09-29T16:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T17:11:17.597-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old School Poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missing Her'/><title type='text'>Missing Her</title><content type='html'>What's it like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's it like to be held by her?&lt;br /&gt;What's it like to cry on her shoulder?&lt;br /&gt;What's it like to come home to someone who wants to hear about your day?&lt;br /&gt;What's it like to talk to her about boys?&lt;br /&gt;What's it like to ask her for advice?&lt;br /&gt;What's it feel like when she hugs you?&lt;br /&gt;What's it like to need her?&lt;br /&gt;What's it like to be loved by her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's it like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never had her, but I miss her so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971448982205437042-823122534929500165?l=jumpintothewildblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumpintothewildblue.blogspot.com/feeds/823122534929500165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971448982205437042&amp;postID=823122534929500165' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971448982205437042/posts/default/823122534929500165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971448982205437042/posts/default/823122534929500165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpintothewildblue.blogspot.com/2008/09/missing-her.html' title='Missing Her'/><author><name>Sarah Mae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_55d5eW8fgAo/Skjkb5MudzI/AAAAAAAABy8/VFjPv_nJX0g/S220/smtwit2+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971448982205437042.post-334895237289690876</id><published>2008-09-29T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T16:09:52.187-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Tortured Soul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old School Poetry'/><title type='text'>The Tortured Soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tortured soul full of disgrace&lt;br /&gt;That can’t replace &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or erase&lt;br /&gt;The sin that lies within&lt;br /&gt;A divorce it is that reeks with pain and guilt and shame&lt;br /&gt;That hides behind the game&lt;br /&gt;You used to hug me so tight&lt;br /&gt;It’s as if you thought you could squeeze the hurt and destruction out&lt;br /&gt;Now all you want to do is shout&lt;br /&gt;I felt as though my caked on face was getting harder to remove&lt;br /&gt;So sad and tired and limp&lt;br /&gt;I was afraid it was becoming my own&lt;br /&gt;My body on loan&lt;br /&gt;Now I must live with the consequences of my selfish actions&lt;br /&gt;Taking in&lt;br /&gt;Deserving your reactions&lt;br /&gt;Sorry’s are pathetic and explanations are a slap in the face&lt;br /&gt;So I sit with my tortured soul&lt;br /&gt;Full of disgrace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971448982205437042-334895237289690876?l=jumpintothewildblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumpintothewildblue.blogspot.com/feeds/334895237289690876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971448982205437042&amp;postID=334895237289690876' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971448982205437042/posts/default/334895237289690876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971448982205437042/posts/default/334895237289690876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpintothewildblue.blogspot.com/2008/09/tortured-soul.html' title='The Tortured Soul'/><author><name>Sarah Mae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_55d5eW8fgAo/Skjkb5MudzI/AAAAAAAABy8/VFjPv_nJX0g/S220/smtwit2+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971448982205437042.post-452898459772793802</id><published>2008-09-29T16:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T05:16:35.859-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Untitled'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old School Poetry'/><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>Poor, poor Sarah Mae. Don't cry. It's okay. Stop feeling this way, you can stop. Don't be silly,you're a great person. I'm not laughing. Don't let it get to you. I know you understand. I love you Sarah Mae. Your special, you're wonderful. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Don't &lt;/span&gt;cry. I hate seeing you hurt. I can't wait to be with you; I love being with you. Stop it! Stop this craziness! You're being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ridiculous&lt;/span&gt; Sarah Mae. Why do you think such things Sarah Mae? There isn't a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nothing&lt;/span&gt; wrong with you. Don't cry. You're fine. Everything is fine. I hate to know that you're sad. Stop those tears. Just understand. I think you're normal, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;nothings&lt;/span&gt; wrong with you Sarah Mae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hold me please. Please. I can't stop crying, please come and hold me. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1/22/00)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971448982205437042-452898459772793802?l=jumpintothewildblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumpintothewildblue.blogspot.com/feeds/452898459772793802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971448982205437042&amp;postID=452898459772793802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971448982205437042/posts/default/452898459772793802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971448982205437042/posts/default/452898459772793802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpintothewildblue.blogspot.com/2008/09/untitled_29.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>Sarah Mae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_55d5eW8fgAo/Skjkb5MudzI/AAAAAAAABy8/VFjPv_nJX0g/S220/smtwit2+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971448982205437042.post-1184464485493035240</id><published>2008-09-29T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T16:48:29.553-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Not Alone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abortion'/><title type='text'>Not Alone</title><content type='html'>I just found out and I’m unsure and scared&lt;br /&gt;facing pressure and parents, it all seems so unfair;&lt;br /&gt;Is there really something inside me so small and with life?&lt;br /&gt;Could I really be a mother even if I’m not a wife?&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry little one, I just don’t know what to do;&lt;br /&gt;I want to pretend you’re not there, but you are, aren’t you?&lt;br /&gt;I wish it would just go away and be a bad dream&lt;br /&gt;This feels like a nightmare, I just want to scream!&lt;br /&gt;They tell me it’s no big deal, a clump of cells doesn’t need a tomb&lt;br /&gt;But my heart tells me otherwise, there is a soul inside my womb&lt;br /&gt;I learned you have a little heart that beats today&lt;br /&gt;But I have to ignore it, otherwise what would they say?&lt;br /&gt;I’m so young, I’d feel such shame if people knew&lt;br /&gt;My parents would kill me, and he’s not ready too&lt;br /&gt;I feel so alone, so lost and undone&lt;br /&gt;All the pressure’s on me, and the weight is a ton&lt;br /&gt;I’ll just go to that place and then it will all be through&lt;br /&gt;I’ll go back to my life, never knowing you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to me, you don’t have to do it&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been there and I know you can get through it&lt;br /&gt;We have one chance at this life so do the right thing&lt;br /&gt;Sacrifice for love and not regret anything&lt;br /&gt;Don’t live your days knowing he never had a chance&lt;br /&gt;To smell a sweet flower or feel the wind dance&lt;br /&gt;You can be strong and you are not alone&lt;br /&gt;One day he will thank you at how through adversity you shone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971448982205437042-1184464485493035240?l=jumpintothewildblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumpintothewildblue.blogspot.com/feeds/1184464485493035240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971448982205437042&amp;postID=1184464485493035240' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971448982205437042/posts/default/1184464485493035240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971448982205437042/posts/default/1184464485493035240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpintothewildblue.blogspot.com/2008/09/not-alone.html' title='Not Alone'/><author><name>Sarah Mae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_55d5eW8fgAo/Skjkb5MudzI/AAAAAAAABy8/VFjPv_nJX0g/S220/smtwit2+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971448982205437042.post-7600150465681599888</id><published>2008-08-28T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T16:54:47.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Workin' on it</title><content type='html'>I'm figuring out exactly how I want to order my poetry on here, seeing as some is from years ago.  Hence, the delay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971448982205437042-7600150465681599888?l=jumpintothewildblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jumpintothewildblue.blogspot.com/feeds/7600150465681599888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8971448982205437042&amp;postID=7600150465681599888' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971448982205437042/posts/default/7600150465681599888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971448982205437042/posts/default/7600150465681599888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jumpintothewildblue.blogspot.com/2008/08/workin-on-it.html' title='Workin&apos; on it'/><author><name>Sarah Mae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_55d5eW8fgAo/Skjkb5MudzI/AAAAAAAABy8/VFjPv_nJX0g/S220/smtwit2+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
