<?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-5137716044698756518</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:41:13.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>inside a radio's head</title><subtitle type='html'>blink. blink. blank stare. for my mind really isn't there.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716044698756518/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' 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these past few days have been weird and awesome all at the same time. :)&lt;br /&gt;i won't say anything more for the risk of it getting out and into the world.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm putting doubt and skepticism aside for the moment and enjoying the attention.&lt;br /&gt;and yes, i am enjoying it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716044698756518-3929985734920693101?l=insidearadioshead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/feeds/3929985734920693101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716044698756518&amp;postID=3929985734920693101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716044698756518/posts/default/3929985734920693101'/><link rel='self' 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song.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know, but i want to share it with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fIkTyObBX_c&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fIkTyObBX_c&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716044698756518-5331025709979308943?l=insidearadioshead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/feeds/5331025709979308943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtgPgCemh2o/SZ9ZS1KMGDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/InE6EqYEUvY/S220/Photo+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716044698756518.post-6672176279062849316</id><published>2009-03-28T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T20:00:30.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm pretty frustrated.</title><content type='html'>so maybe it's a lot harder than i thought.&lt;br /&gt;i really am trying. but i'm tired all the time.&lt;br /&gt;i'm reading my bible more, and thinking about God &lt;br /&gt;all the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but what i want most of all is an &lt;br /&gt;actual physical relationship with someone.&lt;br /&gt;someone to talk and laugh with,&lt;br /&gt;spend time with, &lt;br /&gt;someone i can trust and who actually listens to me.&lt;br /&gt;i just want a companion. because i'm tired of being lonely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Gannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00427393020793551543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtgPgCemh2o/SZ9ZS1KMGDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/InE6EqYEUvY/S220/Photo+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716044698756518.post-4586673814836964406</id><published>2009-03-26T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T11:22:21.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sometimes i wonder</title><content type='html'>well, it has been a while. i guess habits can actually die quite easily.&lt;br /&gt;um, basics:&lt;br /&gt;i miss dallas friends.&lt;br /&gt;i miss going to garland first.&lt;br /&gt;things are getting smoother in austin.&lt;br /&gt;i'm still making mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting closer and closer to buying a car.&lt;br /&gt;and it seems like i want to be capable of loving someone.&lt;br /&gt;geez, not that again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716044698756518-4586673814836964406?l=insidearadioshead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/feeds/4586673814836964406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716044698756518&amp;postID=4586673814836964406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716044698756518/posts/default/4586673814836964406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716044698756518/posts/default/4586673814836964406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/2009/03/sometimes-i-wonder.html' title='sometimes i wonder'/><author><name>Samantha Gannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00427393020793551543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtgPgCemh2o/SZ9ZS1KMGDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/InE6EqYEUvY/S220/Photo+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716044698756518.post-805021383741631122</id><published>2009-03-11T16:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T16:21:26.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>too long.</title><content type='html'>geez, it has been way to long since i've written anything. basically i've been transitioning into austin. today i looked for jobs.&lt;br /&gt;things are getting easier at the house. i'm attempting to lose weight. my ipod broke. (want to buy me one for my birthday??) &lt;br /&gt;and i miss every single one of my friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mood is way better, but i'm still feeling the stress. but hey, things have been worse, it can only get better from here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm currently remembering a song i used to sing when i was in the church choir:&lt;br /&gt;"the best is yet to come&lt;br /&gt;the best is yet to come&lt;br /&gt;oh, the best is yet to come"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you better believe that i am holding onto that promise. i don't know where i am going this year. i don't know how i'm going to end up, where, or when. but i am definitely starting to take life a little more seriously. &lt;br /&gt;but that doesn't mean that i can't have fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samantha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716044698756518-805021383741631122?l=insidearadioshead.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtgPgCemh2o/SZ9ZS1KMGDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/InE6EqYEUvY/S220/Photo+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716044698756518.post-5573101303251744282</id><published>2009-03-02T10:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T11:06:14.861-08:00</updated><title type='text'>moving away.</title><content type='html'>gosh, i'm going to miss everyone and everything.&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to miss this feeling.&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to miss you. and the fact that i couldn't be honest with myself and you.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry. i love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samantha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716044698756518-5573101303251744282?l=insidearadioshead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtgPgCemh2o/SZ9ZS1KMGDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/InE6EqYEUvY/S220/Photo+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716044698756518.post-5714786225535525745</id><published>2009-02-26T18:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T18:49:46.765-08:00</updated><title type='text'>here we go.</title><content type='html'>i'm going to move to austin on saturday. how i feel about it??? i don't know. i'm incredibly sad. excited to see what comes next, but definitely going to miss all of my friends.&lt;br /&gt;i could name you all, all the people who've left an impact on my life. but at the risk of forgetting someone's name, i'll resist the temptation.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, this is the first journal entry i'm making in this particular blog.&lt;br /&gt;oh, and i'm in desperate need of some money. i'm broke, no joke. &lt;br /&gt;i'm starting my photography business after i break out with the website. or vise versa.&lt;br /&gt;i'm realizing that i had a lot of fake friends. friends that came and then went. but i have a lot more real friends. young and old. :)&lt;br /&gt;even though some are doing things that i wish they wouldn't, i love them too much to judge them.&lt;br /&gt;(i'm here for you no matter what. i'll love you, i'll listen to you, i'll play around with you.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, a new life is about to start.&lt;br /&gt;a six month long process.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know where i'm going to end up exactly. &lt;br /&gt;i don't know how much i'm going to change.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm going to strive for bigger and better.&lt;br /&gt;(except my waistline, of course. hopefully that'll shrink a little bit.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this is it. a goodbye and a hello.&lt;br /&gt;i love you guys,&lt;br /&gt;samantha marie gannon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716044698756518-5714786225535525745?l=insidearadioshead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/feeds/5714786225535525745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716044698756518&amp;postID=5714786225535525745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716044698756518/posts/default/5714786225535525745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716044698756518/posts/default/5714786225535525745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/2009/02/here-we-go.html' title='here we go.'/><author><name>Samantha Gannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00427393020793551543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtgPgCemh2o/SZ9ZS1KMGDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/InE6EqYEUvY/S220/Photo+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716044698756518.post-7493736572080513689</id><published>2009-02-23T12:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T12:13:14.972-08:00</updated><title type='text'>new season.</title><content type='html'>this has now become my "dear diary."&lt;br /&gt;if reading my poems is what you want to do, then please go to:&lt;br /&gt;http://samanthagannon.wordpress.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks so much,&lt;br /&gt;samantha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716044698756518-7493736572080513689?l=insidearadioshead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/feeds/7493736572080513689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716044698756518&amp;postID=7493736572080513689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716044698756518/posts/default/7493736572080513689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716044698756518/posts/default/7493736572080513689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-season.html' title='new season.'/><author><name>Samantha Gannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00427393020793551543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtgPgCemh2o/SZ9ZS1KMGDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/InE6EqYEUvY/S220/Photo+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716044698756518.post-3703309949083039501</id><published>2009-02-22T00:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T00:32:12.555-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hourglass.</title><content type='html'>waking up, it has hit me&lt;br /&gt;that life can change in an instance.&lt;br /&gt;why so vague, so distant?&lt;br /&gt;why so unpredictable and uncontrollable?&lt;br /&gt;i tried to hold you in my hands,&lt;br /&gt;and there you go, &lt;br /&gt;slipping right through my fingers like sand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716044698756518-3703309949083039501?l=insidearadioshead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/feeds/3703309949083039501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716044698756518&amp;postID=3703309949083039501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716044698756518/posts/default/3703309949083039501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716044698756518/posts/default/3703309949083039501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/2009/02/hourglass.html' title='hourglass.'/><author><name>Samantha Gannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00427393020793551543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtgPgCemh2o/SZ9ZS1KMGDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/InE6EqYEUvY/S220/Photo+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716044698756518.post-3483189513835690265</id><published>2009-02-21T14:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T14:23:11.258-08:00</updated><title type='text'>church bulletin</title><content type='html'>slow heartbeats rhythm through tired veins&lt;br /&gt;and ragged breaths are done in vain.&lt;br /&gt;start. stop. fast, pause.&lt;br /&gt;the choice is yours,&lt;br /&gt;i can't decide at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716044698756518-3483189513835690265?l=insidearadioshead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/feeds/3483189513835690265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtgPgCemh2o/SZ9ZS1KMGDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/InE6EqYEUvY/S220/Photo+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716044698756518.post-352509697824542804</id><published>2009-02-19T20:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T21:17:01.757-08:00</updated><title type='text'>playing with your hair</title><content type='html'>i saw your well dressed formalities&lt;br /&gt;come up and watched were we had familiarities. &lt;br /&gt;i thought it was all too good to be true.&lt;br /&gt;and i took another second glance,&lt;br /&gt;compared it to what i had seen last.&lt;br /&gt;you took my words and you turned it into thread.&lt;br /&gt;but i can hold your hand and i understand what you feel.&lt;br /&gt;you've been scared to tell me something&lt;br /&gt;even though said really nothing.&lt;br /&gt;i've asked you, 'what do you want me to do for you?'&lt;br /&gt;and you went off and ran to hide for nothing better.&lt;br /&gt;the futile attempts only made you dirtier.&lt;br /&gt;so now, you come to me filthy instead.&lt;br /&gt;but i can hold your hand and i understand what you feel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716044698756518-352509697824542804?l=insidearadioshead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/feeds/352509697824542804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716044698756518&amp;postID=352509697824542804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716044698756518/posts/default/352509697824542804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716044698756518/posts/default/352509697824542804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/2009/02/playing-with-your-hair.html' title='playing with your hair'/><author><name>Samantha Gannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00427393020793551543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtgPgCemh2o/SZ9ZS1KMGDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/InE6EqYEUvY/S220/Photo+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716044698756518.post-1786000792366291400</id><published>2009-02-17T17:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T17:05:54.967-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i don't want to sleep.</title><content type='html'>apathy.&lt;br /&gt;its contagious and unfortunate.&lt;br /&gt;causes one to count minutes&lt;br /&gt;until sleep comes.&lt;br /&gt;i can hear you breathing,&lt;br /&gt;my personal bedtime story,&lt;br /&gt;body wrapped up in warmth&lt;br /&gt;and i still feel, it just doesn't register&lt;br /&gt;anymore.&lt;br /&gt;la la la&lt;br /&gt;the room's quiet creaking becomes angelic&lt;br /&gt;i wait for the light to come early&lt;br /&gt;in the hour between darkness and daylight.&lt;br /&gt;but as for now, your soft sleeping eyes &lt;br /&gt;are all i want to watch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716044698756518-1786000792366291400?l=insidearadioshead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/feeds/1786000792366291400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716044698756518&amp;postID=1786000792366291400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716044698756518/posts/default/1786000792366291400'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;lungs cease breathing, its hard to remember&lt;br /&gt;when i breath you in&lt;br /&gt;inside.&lt;br /&gt;wandering thoughts, pure and dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;i cannot tell you how i feel.&lt;br /&gt;and i, well, i couldn't guess if you felt the same.&lt;br /&gt;nothing can really change.&lt;br /&gt;my fingers play this game&lt;br /&gt;where they pretend to hold yours.&lt;br /&gt;you're the first one that i considered real,&lt;br /&gt;and i don't want to leave until i know for sure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716044698756518-4787391188567390277?l=insidearadioshead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/feeds/4787391188567390277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtgPgCemh2o/SZ9ZS1KMGDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/InE6EqYEUvY/S220/Photo+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716044698756518.post-7093870186358269869</id><published>2009-02-13T12:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T12:53:52.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'>forfeit the inevitable just a little longer</title><content type='html'>orange carpet&lt;br /&gt;fans on with the windows open&lt;br /&gt;close your eyes and listen to the music&lt;br /&gt;there's something in the way the beat plays&lt;br /&gt;it makes you want to lie there forever.&lt;br /&gt;you hear the humming and singing.&lt;br /&gt;just you and the one you want to be with,&lt;br /&gt;you don't want it to change&lt;br /&gt;the air is stale and there's smoke near the ceiling.&lt;br /&gt;life couldn't be more perfect&lt;br /&gt;your mind usually races, but at this moment,&lt;br /&gt;nothing else exists.&lt;div 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longer'/><author><name>Samantha Gannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00427393020793551543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtgPgCemh2o/SZ9ZS1KMGDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/InE6EqYEUvY/S220/Photo+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716044698756518.post-5870923874783312545</id><published>2009-02-07T17:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T17:27:44.518-08:00</updated><title type='text'>stiff and stolen.</title><content type='html'>pale and lonely&lt;br /&gt;in a room full of nothing&lt;br /&gt;i can peek through the blinds&lt;br /&gt;and hope for the sun rise&lt;br /&gt;my eyes feel as if they’re no longer blue.&lt;br /&gt;dazed and lost, i know where i am.&lt;br /&gt;scrambled thoughts, i can’t catch them.&lt;br /&gt;for now, its seems as though it wasn’t worth it.&lt;br /&gt;mistakes, i make them daily, hourly.&lt;br /&gt;just did it again, just did it again, just did it again.&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, i think, by now, You’re tired of hearing my excuses.&lt;br /&gt;for compared to Your judgement, they’re useless.&lt;br /&gt;so all i can say, is nothing.&lt;br /&gt;beg. cry.&lt;br /&gt;close&lt;br /&gt;my&lt;br /&gt;eyes&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716044698756518-5870923874783312545?l=insidearadioshead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/feeds/5870923874783312545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716044698756518&amp;postID=5870923874783312545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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night​.​&lt;br /&gt;shado​ws flick​er and fight​.​&lt;br /&gt;until​ i close​ my eyes and find&lt;br /&gt;mysel​f dream​ing again​.​&lt;br /&gt;i hate these​ lies.​&lt;br /&gt;i try to run and hide.​&lt;br /&gt;but i know that'​s just life.​&lt;br /&gt;and i cry cold tears​ insid​e.​&lt;br /&gt;my thoug​hts are all mine.​&lt;br /&gt;they move and they chang​e all the time.​&lt;br /&gt;they focus​ as sharp​ as a knife​.​&lt;br /&gt;they cut my heart​ to piece​s.​&lt;br /&gt;i ask Jesus​ for His time.​&lt;br /&gt;to fix feet broke​n and eyes blind​.​&lt;br /&gt;He asks me inste​ad for my mind.​&lt;br /&gt;my will break​s at His feet.​&lt;br /&gt;and i still​ feel it, &lt;br /&gt;this dark blank​et insid​e of my lungs​.​&lt;br /&gt;but i still​ reach​ out,&lt;br /&gt;and remin​d my mouth​ to keep movin​g&lt;br /&gt;and to play the recor​d til the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716044698756518-739331370861459062?l=insidearadioshead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/feeds/739331370861459062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716044698756518&amp;postID=739331370861459062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716044698756518/posts/default/739331370861459062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716044698756518/posts/default/739331370861459062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-forgot-again-today.html' title='i forgot again today.'/><author><name>Samantha Gannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00427393020793551543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtgPgCemh2o/SZ9ZS1KMGDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/InE6EqYEUvY/S220/Photo+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716044698756518.post-8189145827513426193</id><published>2009-02-01T21:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T21:46:53.118-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bicycles and sidewalks.</title><content type='html'>sidew​alk chalk​ and bubbl​e gum,&lt;br /&gt;sweet​ smell​s and tangl​ed hair.​&lt;br /&gt;does life reall​y ever matte​r&lt;br /&gt;more than we seem to care?​&lt;br /&gt;this is the sound​ of sunli​ght and sunbu​rns,​&lt;br /&gt;wishe​s that child​ren make &lt;br /&gt;and adult​s remin​isce upon.​&lt;br /&gt;i remem​ber tall green​ grass​ and&lt;br /&gt;rough​ roads​ that i ran upon.​&lt;br /&gt;big green​ trees​ that bats slept​ in&lt;br /&gt;was my hideo​ut,​ my fortr​ess,​ my kingd​om.​&lt;br /&gt;and now, i have no place​ to lay my head.​&lt;br /&gt;and nowhe​re to call home.​&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716044698756518-8189145827513426193?l=insidearadioshead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/feeds/8189145827513426193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716044698756518&amp;postID=8189145827513426193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716044698756518/posts/default/8189145827513426193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716044698756518/posts/default/8189145827513426193'/><link 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it had never happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stay with me a minute longer,&lt;br /&gt;i feel a little lonely.&lt;br /&gt;how often do i meet people like me?&lt;br /&gt;those who watch the world from inside their mind?&lt;br /&gt;perfectly normal on the outside,&lt;br /&gt;but wanting more on the inside.&lt;br /&gt;a movement, an flutter of an eyelid.&lt;br /&gt;i would even settle for a twitch in your hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i were to be honest, it would break your heart.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not sick or twisted, just brutal in my decisions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716044698756518-2845527932818500728?l=insidearadioshead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/feeds/2845527932818500728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtgPgCemh2o/SZ9ZS1KMGDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/InE6EqYEUvY/S220/Photo+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716044698756518.post-148082763925386353</id><published>2009-01-26T22:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T22:35:10.422-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my thoughts on God</title><content type='html'>out of control.&lt;br /&gt;my thoughts are as such.&lt;br /&gt;distant whispers are as loud&lt;br /&gt;as heartfelt discipline.&lt;br /&gt;i seek and assume&lt;br /&gt;rather than jump and believe.&lt;br /&gt;God, why?&lt;br /&gt;why something so close, so attached?&lt;br /&gt;don't You know&lt;br /&gt;that this has become one with me?&lt;br /&gt;i have put my own piece into the puzzle,&lt;br /&gt;and now you want it gone?&lt;br /&gt;is it because it doesn't fit?&lt;br /&gt;it hurts because i've jammed it in&lt;br /&gt;and now you have to pull to set me free.&lt;br /&gt;free? i don't remember what that is.&lt;br /&gt;You'll have to show me the cover of the box,&lt;br /&gt;one more time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716044698756518-148082763925386353?l=insidearadioshead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/feeds/148082763925386353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716044698756518&amp;postID=148082763925386353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716044698756518/posts/default/148082763925386353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716044698756518/posts/default/148082763925386353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-thoughts-on-god.html' title='my thoughts on God'/><author><name>Samantha Gannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00427393020793551543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtgPgCemh2o/SZ9ZS1KMGDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/InE6EqYEUvY/S220/Photo+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716044698756518.post-4079622332850638919</id><published>2009-01-20T19:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T19:36:55.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the art of breaking.</title><content type='html'>the blades of grass are breaking&lt;br /&gt;my feet are stained green&lt;br /&gt;i’m expanding on my best idea&lt;br /&gt;and that is to stop thinking &lt;br /&gt;i hate wearing shoes, i like having cold toes&lt;br /&gt;the weather makes it so much more worth it&lt;br /&gt;i’m windblown and sunburned&lt;br /&gt;and my knees are aching&lt;br /&gt;what happens when time stops...&lt;br /&gt;and the stubborn surrender?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716044698756518-4079622332850638919?l=insidearadioshead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/feeds/4079622332850638919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716044698756518&amp;postID=4079622332850638919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716044698756518/posts/default/4079622332850638919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716044698756518/posts/default/4079622332850638919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/2009/01/art-of-breaking.html' title='the art of breaking.'/><author><name>Samantha Gannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00427393020793551543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtgPgCemh2o/SZ9ZS1KMGDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/InE6EqYEUvY/S220/Photo+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716044698756518.post-1668786171300023708</id><published>2009-01-18T12:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T12:06:22.239-08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh, Life, you keep me on my toes</title><content type='html'>my eyes wande​ring&lt;br /&gt;and my mind guess​ing&lt;br /&gt;and even my wit falte​rs.​&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;i hope it happe​ns.​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716044698756518-1668786171300023708?l=insidearadioshead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/feeds/1668786171300023708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716044698756518&amp;postID=1668786171300023708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716044698756518/posts/default/1668786171300023708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716044698756518/posts/default/1668786171300023708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/2009/01/oh-life-you-keep-me-on-my-toes.html' title='oh, Life, you keep me on my toes'/><author><name>Samantha Gannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00427393020793551543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtgPgCemh2o/SZ9ZS1KMGDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/InE6EqYEUvY/S220/Photo+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716044698756518.post-8683365830399338753</id><published>2009-01-18T00:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T00:52:25.145-08:00</updated><title type='text'>and yet, i am still one.</title><content type='html'>Hesitation.&lt;br /&gt;there, i named it.&lt;br /&gt;its twin is named Fear.&lt;br /&gt;and together, they cause me to be indecisive.&lt;br /&gt;Unsure of what to do, i can only pray.&lt;br /&gt;i need clarity.&lt;br /&gt;i long for the voice that is familiar.&lt;br /&gt;the one who has called me deeper.&lt;br /&gt;past the shorelines into darker waters,&lt;br /&gt;i hear the angels singing.&lt;br /&gt;to a place where my human eyes can't see&lt;br /&gt;and all i feel is cool currents.&lt;br /&gt;where does this lead me?&lt;br /&gt;i do not know.&lt;br /&gt;but i have gone too far to let go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716044698756518-8683365830399338753?l=insidearadioshead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/feeds/8683365830399338753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716044698756518&amp;postID=8683365830399338753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716044698756518/posts/default/8683365830399338753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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i sleep.&lt;br /&gt;ships wrecked in every way possible.&lt;br /&gt;to live is very hard and to die is not an option.&lt;br /&gt;it troubles me, the knowledge of what i'm about to do.&lt;br /&gt;and am i scared? oh, yes. for i am helpless at best.&lt;br /&gt;shadow puppets swim in showers&lt;br /&gt;the cascading sunshine plays for hours&lt;br /&gt;mantras including odes for a nickel&lt;br /&gt;reciting, "her's was a lovely life but now she's gone&lt;br /&gt;and we'll be all the more lonely without her smile."&lt;br /&gt;forks dancing with silver spoons&lt;br /&gt;i was never the classy one who remembered which one to choose.&lt;br /&gt;brainstorms in my hair, frizzy bears walk up the street&lt;br /&gt;and now, you know, that lollipops sing show tunes when you're not watching&lt;br /&gt;time's hands shake yours while you sleep&lt;br /&gt;rabbits peep through the key hole to spy&lt;br /&gt;if you've got a pickle in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;hippies wear green clothes in grief&lt;br /&gt;shadow puppets swim in showers&lt;br /&gt;the cascading sunshine plays for hours &lt;br /&gt;mantras including odes for a nickel&lt;br /&gt;recitin, "her's was a lovely life, but now she's gone&lt;br /&gt;and we'll be all the more lonely without her smile."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716044698756518-913810737355761898?l=insidearadioshead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/feeds/913810737355761898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716044698756518&amp;postID=913810737355761898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716044698756518/posts/default/913810737355761898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716044698756518/posts/default/913810737355761898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/2009/01/odes-for-nickel.html' title='odes for a nickel'/><author><name>Samantha Gannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00427393020793551543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtgPgCemh2o/SZ9ZS1KMGDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/InE6EqYEUvY/S220/Photo+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716044698756518.post-7427379258719008405</id><published>2009-01-08T20:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T20:03:41.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i tried and i just can't keep away</title><content type='html'>i haile​d a passi​ng cloud​ with glee&lt;br /&gt;and for me, he sang a prett​y melod​y&lt;br /&gt;the stars​,​ they fough​t and asked​,​ &lt;br /&gt;why has all the happi​ness died?​&lt;br /&gt;well,​ i've forgo​tten how to speak​ &lt;br /&gt;so i dance​d for them in a dress​ so white​&lt;br /&gt;and the moon fell in love with the sky again​&lt;br /&gt;the wind felt good again​st my skin&lt;br /&gt;as the song was sung i felt the heat.​&lt;br /&gt;and when i swore​ to never​ admit​ defea​t&lt;br /&gt;it was then i didn'​t cry mysel​f to sleep​.​&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716044698756518-7427379258719008405?l=insidearadioshead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/feeds/7427379258719008405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716044698756518&amp;postID=7427379258719008405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716044698756518/posts/default/7427379258719008405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716044698756518/posts/default/7427379258719008405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-tried-and-i-just-cant-keep-away.html' title='i tried and i just can&apos;t keep away'/><author><name>Samantha Gannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00427393020793551543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtgPgCemh2o/SZ9ZS1KMGDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/InE6EqYEUvY/S220/Photo+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716044698756518.post-2042867509933631559</id><published>2009-01-07T19:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T19:58:35.901-08:00</updated><title type='text'>when the blind turn deaf ears. (an excerpt from my other blog)</title><content type='html'>living in black and white makes it easy to recognize color&lt;br /&gt;when will the dead recognize the summer?&lt;br /&gt;when do birds fly and see the sky for what it is?&lt;br /&gt;and clouds and rain and lightening equal thunder?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.samanthagannon.wordpress.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716044698756518-2042867509933631559?l=insidearadioshead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/feeds/2042867509933631559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716044698756518&amp;postID=2042867509933631559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716044698756518/posts/default/2042867509933631559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716044698756518/posts/default/2042867509933631559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/2009/01/when-blind-turn-deaf-ears-excerpt-from.html' title='when the blind turn deaf ears. (an excerpt from my other blog)'/><author><name>Samantha Gannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00427393020793551543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtgPgCemh2o/SZ9ZS1KMGDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/InE6EqYEUvY/S220/Photo+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716044698756518.post-959767938779016606</id><published>2009-01-02T00:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T00:53:18.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i breathe, and therefore am alive.</title><content type='html'>but i cannot account for actual perception.&lt;br /&gt;and reality is nothing to me anymore&lt;br /&gt;i watch a fuzzy screen that snows for me&lt;br /&gt;wishing for nothing more&lt;br /&gt;at least, that is what i tell myself &lt;br /&gt;especially when i want the most&lt;br /&gt;i see colors and i ask myself, &lt;br /&gt;is that attainable and answer myself, no.&lt;br /&gt;..or maybe i should just keep looking.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know, would you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716044698756518-959767938779016606?l=insidearadioshead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/feeds/959767938779016606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716044698756518&amp;postID=959767938779016606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716044698756518/posts/default/959767938779016606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716044698756518/posts/default/959767938779016606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-breathe-and-therefore-am-alive.html' title='i breathe, and therefore am alive.'/><author><name>Samantha Gannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00427393020793551543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtgPgCemh2o/SZ9ZS1KMGDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/InE6EqYEUvY/S220/Photo+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716044698756518.post-8624112946346193635</id><published>2008-12-30T17:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T17:23:21.682-08:00</updated><title type='text'>internal monologue</title><content type='html'>i have a need to be in a place where i can find my own&lt;br /&gt;to be the girl that i was created to be, in the way that i please&lt;br /&gt;my yesterday is still where its at and not any less painful &lt;br /&gt;and even today, i’m waiting for it to disappear&lt;br /&gt;i’m holding onto intangible promises and &lt;br /&gt;they help me when i need them least&lt;br /&gt;i hate asking question that don’t get answered&lt;br /&gt;i hate being ignored when i need the attention&lt;br /&gt;i hate drowning when there’s no one to rescue me&lt;br /&gt;teach me to swim? no, i’d rather walk on dry land, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;so where does this rocky road lead to? &lt;br /&gt;more bruised knees than acquired knowledge?&lt;br /&gt;i fail to see the worth of this test when i can’t figure out what to do quite yet.&lt;br /&gt;and when i finally get a companion on this quest (for lack of better word)&lt;br /&gt;i don’t even know if i can fully trust what will only let me down&lt;br /&gt;for i deserve no better for my own multiple failures&lt;br /&gt;but back to the beginning of this internal monologue.&lt;br /&gt;i can almost feel the change, the difference, the fulfilled destiny&lt;br /&gt;but this ball and chain refuses to let me go, or maybe i am the one&lt;br /&gt;freedom is scarring. freedom is frightening &lt;br /&gt;and i cannot comprehend what i’ve never fully known. &lt;br /&gt;and the goodness of God brings me to my knees in fear.&lt;br /&gt;for I don’t and never will match up to His standards.&lt;br /&gt;could i ever describe His mercy and He constant forgiveness?&lt;br /&gt;No. it would be like describing why two people become lovers&lt;br /&gt;or counting the stars in the sky or why someone would die for another.&lt;br /&gt;i have fought more this year, cursed more, screamed and cried more,&lt;br /&gt;perhaps prayed and sang more, felt more lonely, struggled more,&lt;br /&gt;walked away and sometimes i ran too far.&lt;br /&gt;but i want something more. i want life. i want love.&lt;br /&gt;i’m changing the station. and if i have to, despite it being partly my fault, &lt;br /&gt;i will walk away from here. and i won’t look back.&lt;br /&gt;i’m tired of battling, the constant tears and fears. &lt;br /&gt;my intent, my aim, my proposal, my personal promise to myself.&lt;br /&gt;my life will cause a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;and for the love of God, just tell me that you love me.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716044698756518-8624112946346193635?l=insidearadioshead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/feeds/8624112946346193635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716044698756518&amp;postID=8624112946346193635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716044698756518/posts/default/8624112946346193635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716044698756518/posts/default/8624112946346193635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/2008/12/internal-monologue.html' title='internal monologue'/><author><name>Samantha Gannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00427393020793551543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtgPgCemh2o/SZ9ZS1KMGDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/InE6EqYEUvY/S220/Photo+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716044698756518.post-6026770102931936817</id><published>2008-12-29T14:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T14:16:48.392-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bright light.</title><content type='html'>and when you die, the day that you die &lt;br /&gt;you will be standing alone in an empty room&lt;br /&gt;with your eyes on the one the one who gave you His all&lt;br /&gt;He gave you everything and you took and you gave away&lt;br /&gt;inside this white room that’s covered in images of your life&lt;br /&gt;are you ready? are you ready for this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716044698756518-6026770102931936817?l=insidearadioshead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/feeds/6026770102931936817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716044698756518&amp;postID=6026770102931936817' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716044698756518/posts/default/6026770102931936817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716044698756518/posts/default/6026770102931936817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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sister;&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to listen but i can't drown out her screeching banter&lt;br /&gt;i want separation between myself and "home"&lt;br /&gt;i want to rewrite my history but i can't seem to escape where i came from&lt;br /&gt;i can at least pretend to have amnesia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716044698756518-6909878846742640281?l=insidearadioshead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/feeds/6909878846742640281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716044698756518&amp;postID=6909878846742640281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716044698756518/posts/default/6909878846742640281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716044698756518/posts/default/6909878846742640281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/2008/12/right-around-corner-and-they-have.html' title='right around the corner, and they have already come among us!'/><author><name>Samantha Gannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00427393020793551543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtgPgCemh2o/SZ9ZS1KMGDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/InE6EqYEUvY/S220/Photo+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716044698756518.post-8320702762730216427</id><published>2008-12-28T20:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T20:53:59.984-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the same old truth</title><content type='html'>there are days that i'm not sure; nights that i lack solidity &lt;br /&gt;is there ever a point that i truly know beyond doubt, beyond uncertainty?&lt;br /&gt;i can see separation, it is between me and you&lt;br /&gt;and considering that i can't feel you, see you, &lt;br /&gt;hear you, it certainly causes me despair when &lt;br /&gt;i think of your lack of signature in my unfinished portrait&lt;br /&gt;i ask myself, if this is what life is-&lt;br /&gt;a journey of experiences and serving what we do not see&lt;br /&gt;i'm afraid that my past has built around me a fort, &lt;br /&gt;a wall of "protection" that won't break down to trumpets&lt;br /&gt;i want to wake up from this nightmare&lt;br /&gt;even what (or who?) i thought kept me safe&lt;br /&gt;led me to deeper sleep, or the want for something darker&lt;br /&gt;bitterness is a vise around my lungs and ropes around my neck&lt;br /&gt;i cannot take another deep breath.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716044698756518-8320702762730216427?l=insidearadioshead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/feeds/8320702762730216427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716044698756518&amp;postID=8320702762730216427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716044698756518/posts/default/8320702762730216427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716044698756518/posts/default/8320702762730216427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/2008/12/same-old-truth.html' title='the same old truth'/><author><name>Samantha Gannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00427393020793551543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtgPgCemh2o/SZ9ZS1KMGDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/InE6EqYEUvY/S220/Photo+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716044698756518.post-1652829481189154420</id><published>2008-12-26T21:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T21:53:56.654-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i was there</title><content type='html'>piano keys were played softly &lt;br /&gt;a tune that was nameless and yet seemed familiar&lt;br /&gt;it reminded me of days and those days still make me smile&lt;br /&gt;even though they're not memories but fantasies &lt;br /&gt;hot and dirty air weighs on my lungs&lt;br /&gt;and i breathe in the rain and i still hear the music &lt;br /&gt;haunting and hypnotic, i was there&lt;br /&gt;i saw him staring at himself in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;that insufferable song playing in his mother's room&lt;br /&gt;i was there to see him shoot and cry when&lt;br /&gt;the darkness didn't seem to leave his eyes&lt;br /&gt;he twitched every time i spoke his name&lt;br /&gt;in whispers we prayed for heavy rain&lt;br /&gt;through the cracked glass on his windows&lt;br /&gt;then and now, i feel his pain &lt;br /&gt;for i share it with my own.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716044698756518-1652829481189154420?l=insidearadioshead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/feeds/1652829481189154420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716044698756518&amp;postID=1652829481189154420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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blog. i loved it so much, i'm going to put it on mine. enjoy.&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Cbk980jV7Ao&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Cbk980jV7Ao&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716044698756518-3922788126298517727?l=insidearadioshead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/feeds/3922788126298517727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtgPgCemh2o/SZ9ZS1KMGDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/InE6EqYEUvY/S220/Photo+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716044698756518.post-345764057742903552</id><published>2008-12-25T22:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T22:57:31.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a whim</title><content type='html'>marching men waving their freedom&lt;br /&gt;in sailor suits and eiffel towers&lt;br /&gt;sleeping on air and dreams so&lt;br /&gt;even the foolish seem to understand &lt;br /&gt;little girls playing in the sunlight&lt;br /&gt;pretty yellow dresses stained naive&lt;br /&gt;how blessed they are before they know&lt;br /&gt;that tonight, the sun will fade&lt;br /&gt;all that is sweet will turn to dust&lt;br /&gt;all that is life will turn to rust&lt;br /&gt;and some of us are guilty too.&lt;br /&gt;pain is taboo and i use it quite often&lt;br /&gt;in expressing what i feel towards all &lt;br /&gt;well, maybe just a little.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716044698756518-345764057742903552?l=insidearadioshead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/feeds/345764057742903552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716044698756518&amp;postID=345764057742903552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716044698756518/posts/default/345764057742903552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716044698756518/posts/default/345764057742903552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/2008/12/whim.html' title='a whim'/><author><name>Samantha Gannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00427393020793551543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtgPgCemh2o/SZ9ZS1KMGDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/InE6EqYEUvY/S220/Photo+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716044698756518.post-8847573865928620744</id><published>2008-12-25T15:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T15:45:08.662-08:00</updated><title type='text'>welcome to the good life.</title><content type='html'>i don't know if anything can hurt worse&lt;br /&gt;the disappointment of the shaping hands&lt;br /&gt;is comparable to having your chest ripped out&lt;br /&gt;there's no denying that gaping whole that once&lt;br /&gt;contained a big heart full of dreams and now&lt;br /&gt;has a biting tongue and a silent scream&lt;br /&gt;tears do this feeling no justice&lt;br /&gt;and no one could quite understand what&lt;br /&gt;cannot be confided in them so i ask you:&lt;br /&gt;what is the point?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716044698756518-8847573865928620744?l=insidearadioshead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/feeds/8847573865928620744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716044698756518&amp;postID=8847573865928620744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716044698756518/posts/default/8847573865928620744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716044698756518/posts/default/8847573865928620744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/2008/12/welcome-to-good-life.html' title='welcome to the good life.'/><author><name>Samantha Gannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00427393020793551543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtgPgCemh2o/SZ9ZS1KMGDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/InE6EqYEUvY/S220/Photo+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716044698756518.post-2294025608215598087</id><published>2008-12-24T23:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T23:17:19.415-08:00</updated><title type='text'>late nights and carpools.</title><content type='html'>lately i've been missing what i've had all along&lt;br /&gt;a simple story of a girl who lost what was never gone&lt;br /&gt;he talks in his sleep, this brother of hers&lt;br /&gt;and it makes her smile before she dreams&lt;br /&gt;and when she dreams, oh, lucky her,&lt;br /&gt;she escapes to a place where she dances.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716044698756518-2294025608215598087?l=insidearadioshead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/feeds/2294025608215598087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716044698756518&amp;postID=2294025608215598087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716044698756518/posts/default/2294025608215598087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716044698756518/posts/default/2294025608215598087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/2008/12/late-nights-and-carpools.html' title='late nights and carpools.'/><author><name>Samantha Gannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00427393020793551543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtgPgCemh2o/SZ9ZS1KMGDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/InE6EqYEUvY/S220/Photo+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716044698756518.post-2434332655994742085</id><published>2008-12-21T21:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T21:50:37.391-08:00</updated><title type='text'>love binds tighter than blood.</title><content type='html'>a red fabric that ties me closer&lt;br /&gt;a loose word that keeps me warmer&lt;br /&gt;how often do we forget our forgiveness?&lt;br /&gt;a heartbeat that sings of redemption&lt;br /&gt;children cry in synced chorus&lt;br /&gt;the aged speak in posed riddles&lt;br /&gt;for what is it when we run out of time?&lt;br /&gt;when words can no longer be in rhyme?&lt;br /&gt;a younger sister of when it started&lt;br /&gt;disbelief will be the reason things will not change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716044698756518-2434332655994742085?l=insidearadioshead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/feeds/2434332655994742085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716044698756518&amp;postID=2434332655994742085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716044698756518/posts/default/2434332655994742085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716044698756518/posts/default/2434332655994742085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/2008/12/love-binds-tighter-than-blood.html' title='love binds tighter than blood.'/><author><name>Samantha Gannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00427393020793551543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtgPgCemh2o/SZ9ZS1KMGDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/InE6EqYEUvY/S220/Photo+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716044698756518.post-8290125346328752577</id><published>2008-12-18T23:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T23:44:52.897-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pride and pain</title><content type='html'>i fell upon a my own reflection&lt;br /&gt;she told me that i could do better&lt;br /&gt;an arduous trip to WhoKnowsWhere&lt;br /&gt;in search of my own american dream&lt;br /&gt;and i can't seem to find out why&lt;br /&gt;i must incessantly fight the tide&lt;br /&gt;i almost wonder what would happen &lt;br /&gt;if i dive deeper into the realms of Uncertainty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;each day that flips by like pages in a well-worn book&lt;br /&gt;tears and rips that i have caused such damage&lt;br /&gt;and i have only myself and my reflection to thank&lt;br /&gt;it angers me to know that i can't live my own&lt;br /&gt;and it frustrates me that i haven't found him yet&lt;br /&gt;i've become the bitter cat-lady who hides her tears&lt;br /&gt;an old-soul aged beyond her young years&lt;br /&gt;it has become a war of pride and pain&lt;br /&gt;for without God i have nothing to gain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716044698756518-8290125346328752577?l=insidearadioshead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/feeds/8290125346328752577/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtgPgCemh2o/SZ9ZS1KMGDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/InE6EqYEUvY/S220/Photo+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716044698756518.post-5673905568078582310</id><published>2008-12-14T22:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T22:25:01.982-08:00</updated><title type='text'>things have changed for me</title><content type='html'>and where am i going?&lt;br /&gt;in an environment where i'm supposed to &lt;br /&gt;have it all together, i find myself lacking. &lt;br /&gt;a failure to my own standards. &lt;br /&gt;and if i fail to my own, what of God's?&lt;br /&gt;this is a sobering thought.&lt;br /&gt;is it possible to change?&lt;br /&gt;is it possible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to share my life with someone&lt;br /&gt;who will love me for me.&lt;br /&gt;i can't stop and wait, i don't have time.&lt;br /&gt;i need to do something with my life before its over.&lt;br /&gt;and my time is running out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716044698756518-5673905568078582310?l=insidearadioshead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/feeds/5673905568078582310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716044698756518&amp;postID=5673905568078582310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716044698756518/posts/default/5673905568078582310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716044698756518/posts/default/5673905568078582310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/2008/12/things-have-changed-for-me.html' title='things have changed for me'/><author><name>Samantha Gannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00427393020793551543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtgPgCemh2o/SZ9ZS1KMGDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/InE6EqYEUvY/S220/Photo+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716044698756518.post-4102465681614345756</id><published>2008-12-13T23:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T23:46:34.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a little bit longer</title><content type='html'>lean a little closer, love&lt;br /&gt;tell me what you want me to hear&lt;br /&gt;some poetry, created on the spot&lt;br /&gt;it makes me smile to have you near&lt;br /&gt;the first thing i understood about you&lt;br /&gt;was that you make things better&lt;br /&gt;not by changing or going with the flow&lt;br /&gt;but just by standing by me&lt;br /&gt;i feel you in the pit of my stomach&lt;br /&gt;in the heartbeat in my chest&lt;br /&gt;your words are my life's song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now, i'm waking from my daydream&lt;br /&gt;and you're still here&lt;br /&gt;not as my one and only, but &lt;br /&gt;someone i merely wish for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716044698756518-4102465681614345756?l=insidearadioshead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/feeds/4102465681614345756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716044698756518&amp;postID=4102465681614345756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716044698756518/posts/default/4102465681614345756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;but i hope to hear you out&lt;br /&gt;don't be afraid to put the bags down&lt;br /&gt;i'll help you take them off your back&lt;br /&gt;the bruises will heal and &lt;br /&gt;you have my ears to relieve your pain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716044698756518-6373618640693965917?l=insidearadioshead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/feeds/6373618640693965917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716044698756518&amp;postID=6373618640693965917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716044698756518/posts/default/6373618640693965917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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scarf hides her chapped lips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was only given a &lt;br /&gt;window in which to live on&lt;br /&gt;to take a step outside &lt;br /&gt;would certainly settle life&lt;br /&gt;but with no certain vision of tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;i can't presume a hopeful prediction&lt;br /&gt;when all i have to &lt;br /&gt;sum up with is uncertainty&lt;br /&gt;and i cannot fathom why &lt;br /&gt;my mind won't wrap around this&lt;br /&gt;so i must conclude that it is i who &lt;br /&gt;is the guilty one for the mistakes&lt;br /&gt;for who can i blame when &lt;br /&gt;the only one here is my reflection?&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could break this window&lt;br /&gt;because even as i see the outside world,&lt;br /&gt;i see me in this &lt;br /&gt;God-forsaken prison of Doubt&lt;br /&gt;i have so many answers, &lt;br /&gt;but never the right key to get out&lt;br /&gt;and it appears that the window &lt;br /&gt;has been painted shut&lt;br /&gt;i'm a lifeless being in need of &lt;br /&gt;Passion.&lt;br /&gt;Love.&lt;br /&gt;Laughter.&lt;br /&gt;Light.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716044698756518-591337919456607058?l=insidearadioshead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/feeds/591337919456607058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716044698756518&amp;postID=591337919456607058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716044698756518/posts/default/591337919456607058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716044698756518/posts/default/591337919456607058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-im-really-feeling-inside.html' title='what i&apos;m really feeling inside.'/><author><name>Samantha Gannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00427393020793551543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtgPgCemh2o/SZ9ZS1KMGDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/InE6EqYEUvY/S220/Photo+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716044698756518.post-1381127865903615394</id><published>2008-12-05T23:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T23:48:58.631-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the buddy system</title><content type='html'>it has occurred to me that simply having the right answers is not enough.&lt;br /&gt;for 8 years, i have been telling myself that if there was a god, then doing the do's and don't's of christianity would fix this depression, this hole in my chest.&lt;br /&gt;out of the many friends that i have, none truly know what i struggle with, the dreams that have been crushed in my life.&lt;br /&gt;at this point in my life, i don't have enough faith to know what real love is.&lt;br /&gt;i don't even think i know what real faith is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i've been reminded of something.&lt;br /&gt;my life, all of our lives, are like a journey.&lt;br /&gt;we're born, we live, we die.&lt;br /&gt;and sometime between the beginning and the end, we pursue what we think will satisfy us. rarely do we think about after we die, because who would with a life full of dreams and goals? &lt;br /&gt;and for what? a life of fame, success, a legacy? what kind of legacy? and to who?&lt;br /&gt;who is going to remember us ten, fifty, 100 years from now?&lt;br /&gt;and honestly, i've gone from poor to wealthy and now i'm back to poor.&lt;br /&gt;i've had my highs and lows.&lt;br /&gt;i've spent nights lonely and depressed.&lt;br /&gt;because of what? what am i doing wrong? is this what i have to look forward to for the rest of my life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't want that. i don't want to just make it. i don't want to barely make it.&lt;br /&gt;i want to love just for the sake of loving. i want to be good, not out of obligation, but because that is who i am. &lt;br /&gt;i want to reach out and touch someone.&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to be selfish. i want to share my life with someone.&lt;br /&gt;i want to look past all the despair and hopelessness around me and follow the only God that i can trust in. &lt;br /&gt;the one who has never failed me.&lt;br /&gt;the one who never will stop loving me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716044698756518-1381127865903615394?l=insidearadioshead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/feeds/1381127865903615394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716044698756518&amp;postID=1381127865903615394' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716044698756518/posts/default/1381127865903615394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716044698756518/posts/default/1381127865903615394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/2008/12/buddy-system.html' title='the buddy system'/><author><name>Samantha Gannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00427393020793551543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtgPgCemh2o/SZ9ZS1KMGDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/InE6EqYEUvY/S220/Photo+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716044698756518.post-6926021067323338029</id><published>2008-12-05T20:46:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T21:01:40.289-08:00</updated><title type='text'>turn. smile. shift. repeat. (same thought, new perspective)</title><content type='html'>we know our life is going nowhere,&lt;br /&gt;why do we keep making the same mistakes?&lt;br /&gt;if nothing is changing for the better,&lt;br /&gt;why do we give up and do nothing?&lt;br /&gt;why is it easier to pretend like nothing is wrong?&lt;br /&gt;each day begins another monotonous routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel an urgency to break out of the norm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716044698756518-6926021067323338029?l=insidearadioshead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/feeds/6926021067323338029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716044698756518&amp;postID=6926021067323338029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716044698756518/posts/default/6926021067323338029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716044698756518/posts/default/6926021067323338029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/2008/12/turn-smile-shift-repeat-same-thought_05.html' title='turn. smile. shift. repeat. (same thought, new perspective)'/><author><name>Samantha Gannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00427393020793551543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtgPgCemh2o/SZ9ZS1KMGDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/InE6EqYEUvY/S220/Photo+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716044698756518.post-8002269589195019448</id><published>2008-12-02T20:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T20:59:07.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>no fun. no games.</title><content type='html'>i want to be better&lt;br /&gt;i want to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;i want to be here for others&lt;br /&gt;i want to be the reason others smile&lt;br /&gt;but no matter what happens,&lt;br /&gt;something goes wrong in the end.&lt;br /&gt;i can choose better choices&lt;br /&gt;and days can be easy&lt;br /&gt;but why does the sun go away&lt;br /&gt;why does the moon hide its face?&lt;br /&gt;i ran out into the street&lt;br /&gt;and no one warned me to stop&lt;br /&gt;and just like that, i was gone&lt;br /&gt;all by myself, i'm living life&lt;br /&gt;and the more i try to be good&lt;br /&gt;the more i realize that i'll never be.&lt;br /&gt;i keep forgetting to keep the candle lit&lt;br /&gt;my hands are burnt from the wax dripping&lt;br /&gt;and my cheeks are hot from the tears falling&lt;br /&gt;i have no hands to hold, &lt;br /&gt;no arms to hold me down&lt;br /&gt;there is a weight on my chest&lt;br /&gt;and all that it has inside is pain&lt;br /&gt;is there a way to change the channel?&lt;br /&gt;i feel like i'm slipping from reality&lt;br /&gt;and even the old rags don't keep me warm anymore&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716044698756518-8002269589195019448?l=insidearadioshead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtgPgCemh2o/SZ9ZS1KMGDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/InE6EqYEUvY/S220/Photo+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716044698756518.post-5837342609784016782</id><published>2008-12-01T23:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T23:46:43.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh, happy day.</title><content type='html'>my days are numbered, my moments are few&lt;br /&gt;my life is fleeting and my choices cause pain&lt;br /&gt;and yesterday's friends are today's strangers&lt;br /&gt;rocking chairs weather and sunsets turn to dusk&lt;br /&gt;i sing for exoneration, i cry out for mercy&lt;br /&gt;i saw the skyline while driving on the highway&lt;br /&gt;and it caused a smile to play on my lips&lt;br /&gt;and the very sounds of laughter escaped them&lt;br /&gt;despite what trouble may lie ahead&lt;br /&gt;i will remember the table prepared before me&lt;br /&gt;and i will feast on hope and love &lt;br /&gt;even in the presence of darkness and separation&lt;br /&gt;and i will know that He is still in control.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716044698756518-5837342609784016782?l=insidearadioshead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/feeds/5837342609784016782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716044698756518&amp;postID=5837342609784016782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716044698756518/posts/default/5837342609784016782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716044698756518/posts/default/5837342609784016782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/2008/12/oh-happy-day.html' title='oh, happy day.'/><author><name>Samantha Gannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00427393020793551543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtgPgCemh2o/SZ9ZS1KMGDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/InE6EqYEUvY/S220/Photo+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716044698756518.post-5601228192923158329</id><published>2008-11-30T21:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T21:28:48.928-08:00</updated><title type='text'>five minutes.</title><content type='html'>an elderly lady crossed the street.&lt;br /&gt;her grocery bags fell and rolled into the road.&lt;br /&gt;not one person stopped to help her,&lt;br /&gt;people kept walking as if she were not there.&lt;br /&gt;a couple of teenagers walking down the sidewalk.&lt;br /&gt;the girl, very pregnant, and the boy, guiding her.&lt;br /&gt;she seemed broken, tears falling down her face&lt;br /&gt;nose was red, and eyes were swollen.&lt;br /&gt;the boy, protecting her from traffic&lt;br /&gt;had his arm around her shoulders and whispering&lt;br /&gt;attempting to calm her down but i could see distress in his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;all of this i saw in less than five minutes.&lt;br /&gt;it reminds me that this world really has no hope.&lt;br /&gt;only feeble attempts to distract them from their self-induced pain.&lt;br /&gt;God, please don't' look away. &lt;br /&gt;remind Your children of their first Love.&lt;br /&gt;call us back into Your arms. &lt;br /&gt;forgive us of our attempts to live without You.&lt;br /&gt;God come back to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716044698756518-5601228192923158329?l=insidearadioshead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtgPgCemh2o/SZ9ZS1KMGDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/InE6EqYEUvY/S220/Photo+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716044698756518.post-4683934070142293149</id><published>2008-11-28T20:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T20:18:16.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm not afraid to let you shine</title><content type='html'>i'll walk with you until you can walk on your own.&lt;br /&gt;i'll be here to listen to you until you run out of words to say.&lt;br /&gt;and you know what?&lt;br /&gt;nothing you could do will ever change that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;God is love. There is no room in love for fear. Well-formed love banishes fear. Since fear is crippling, a fearful life—fear of death, fear of judgment—is one not yet fully formed in love.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716044698756518-4683934070142293149?l=insidearadioshead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/feeds/4683934070142293149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716044698756518&amp;postID=4683934070142293149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716044698756518/posts/default/4683934070142293149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716044698756518/posts/default/4683934070142293149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-not-afraid-to-let-you-shine.html' title='i&apos;m not afraid to let you shine'/><author><name>Samantha Gannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00427393020793551543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtgPgCemh2o/SZ9ZS1KMGDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/InE6EqYEUvY/S220/Photo+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716044698756518.post-2588068419359858840</id><published>2008-11-27T23:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T23:46:43.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what was i thinking?</title><content type='html'>i can't even be honest with myself.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know where to go.&lt;br /&gt;i'm broken.&lt;br /&gt;and i feel panicked. &lt;br /&gt;because i just realized that i don't know where my life is going.&lt;br /&gt;somebody please tell me what to do.&lt;br /&gt;somebody please tell me where to go.&lt;br /&gt;everything seems meaningless all of a sudden.&lt;br /&gt;God, did i do this to myself?&lt;br /&gt;did i really walk away from You?&lt;br /&gt;i want what i can't have&lt;br /&gt;and i pray for things that won't happen&lt;br /&gt;so where do i go from here?&lt;br /&gt;i want a love that needs no explanation. &lt;br /&gt;more than romance, i desire intimacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember you and your funny ways&lt;br /&gt;i remember your laugh and the way you made me smile&lt;br /&gt;we weren't ready then&lt;br /&gt;or perhaps we weren't right for each other&lt;br /&gt;but that doesn't mean that i didn't fake what i felt&lt;br /&gt;and i can't convince myself otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;regardless of my motives, i gave you a piece of my heart&lt;br /&gt;foolish, or otherwise. and i hope you never read this&lt;br /&gt;because i couldn't bear to tell you this in person.&lt;br /&gt;it breaks me, every time i think about it.&lt;br /&gt;the things that were said, the promises that were broken.&lt;br /&gt;and i think i'll spend the rest of my life wondering about you.&lt;br /&gt;if you're doing ok, or if your missing a small piece of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;just like me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716044698756518-2588068419359858840?l=insidearadioshead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/feeds/2588068419359858840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716044698756518&amp;postID=2588068419359858840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716044698756518/posts/default/2588068419359858840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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reaching out one more time to breath in air&lt;br /&gt;but its no longer there. and now, i'm afraid to reach out again.&lt;br /&gt;for what if help isn't there? i'm the desperate reaching for salvation.&lt;br /&gt;its times like these that swearing would make me feel better,&lt;br /&gt;but in order to maintain my moral values, i'll restrain myself.&lt;br /&gt;but then, why do i hold onto these morals? these ideas of what &lt;br /&gt;i think pleases God? &lt;br /&gt;there is a dryness in my mouth, and i have named it Doubt.&lt;br /&gt;no, i haven't fallen away, but i seem to have dropped my flashlight.&lt;br /&gt;and i don't think stepping away will help me, but it looks ever so inviting.&lt;br /&gt;perhaps this is a cry for help.&lt;br /&gt;i need someone to hold me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716044698756518-760902381455087551?l=insidearadioshead.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtgPgCemh2o/SZ9ZS1KMGDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/InE6EqYEUvY/S220/Photo+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716044698756518.post-1733897923953511063</id><published>2008-11-27T13:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T13:18:15.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>raw</title><content type='html'>i hate your smile and your silence.&lt;br /&gt;i've grown to be disgusted by your conditioned conversation.&lt;br /&gt;and i don't think i feel bad for it either.&lt;br /&gt;because i remember the days we used to laugh and have fun&lt;br /&gt;and now you've grown old and bitter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716044698756518-1733897923953511063?l=insidearadioshead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/feeds/1733897923953511063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716044698756518&amp;postID=1733897923953511063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716044698756518/posts/default/1733897923953511063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716044698756518/posts/default/1733897923953511063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/2008/11/raw.html' title='raw'/><author><name>Samantha Gannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00427393020793551543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtgPgCemh2o/SZ9ZS1KMGDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/InE6EqYEUvY/S220/Photo+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716044698756518.post-1252908604405169298</id><published>2008-11-26T20:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T20:48:30.227-08:00</updated><title type='text'>closer to me (i'm laying everything on the line)</title><content type='html'>i'm trying not to be awkward&lt;br /&gt;but i can't help but watch you&lt;br /&gt;swaying to the music in your head&lt;br /&gt;i want to sway with you&lt;br /&gt;i wish you would look at me too&lt;br /&gt;i want you closer to me&lt;br /&gt;i want you closer to me&lt;br /&gt;do you know that my heart would stop&lt;br /&gt;if you grabbed my hand or&lt;br /&gt;if you held me against you&lt;br /&gt;i'll think too hard to&lt;br /&gt;figure out something to say to you&lt;br /&gt;just to hear you say something too.&lt;br /&gt;oh, i want you closer to me&lt;br /&gt;oh, i want you closer&lt;br /&gt;and nothing makes sense anymore&lt;br /&gt;now, nothing makes sense anymore&lt;br /&gt;and when you hug me&lt;br /&gt;i can feel your heartbeat&lt;br /&gt;and for a moment, i &lt;br /&gt;can dream again..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716044698756518-1252908604405169298?l=insidearadioshead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/feeds/1252908604405169298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716044698756518&amp;postID=1252908604405169298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716044698756518/posts/default/1252908604405169298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716044698756518/posts/default/1252908604405169298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/2008/11/closer-to-me-im-laying-everything-on.html' title='closer to me (i&apos;m laying everything on the line)'/><author><name>Samantha Gannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00427393020793551543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtgPgCemh2o/SZ9ZS1KMGDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/InE6EqYEUvY/S220/Photo+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716044698756518.post-6593211665263837827</id><published>2008-11-26T19:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T19:29:14.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh, compulsive liar</title><content type='html'>why are you so afraid to breathe?&lt;br /&gt;is it because you're everything you're not?&lt;br /&gt;is it because you can't ever see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;i can see right through you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and honestly, i love that inner truth.&lt;br /&gt;beyond the lies, beyond the walls.&lt;br /&gt;don't be afraid to talk to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716044698756518-6593211665263837827?l=insidearadioshead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/feeds/6593211665263837827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716044698756518&amp;postID=6593211665263837827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716044698756518/posts/default/6593211665263837827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716044698756518/posts/default/6593211665263837827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/2008/11/oh-compulsive-liar.html' title='oh, compulsive liar'/><author><name>Samantha Gannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00427393020793551543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtgPgCemh2o/SZ9ZS1KMGDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/InE6EqYEUvY/S220/Photo+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716044698756518.post-7432985448505741077</id><published>2008-11-23T20:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T07:36:35.912-08:00</updated><title type='text'>it feeds my soul</title><content type='html'>and just like it should be&lt;br /&gt;therefore, it is.&lt;br /&gt;and regardless of the means,&lt;br /&gt;the outcome is so much sweeter &lt;br /&gt;than that of the broken storm glass windows.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i don't understand the &lt;br /&gt;simple contractions that occur in my mind&lt;br /&gt;should i ignore them or accurately name&lt;br /&gt;each and every moment that focuses to play?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716044698756518-7432985448505741077?l=insidearadioshead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/feeds/7432985448505741077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716044698756518&amp;postID=7432985448505741077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716044698756518/posts/default/7432985448505741077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716044698756518/posts/default/7432985448505741077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/2008/11/it-feeds-my-soul.html' title='it feeds my soul'/><author><name>Samantha Gannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00427393020793551543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtgPgCemh2o/SZ9ZS1KMGDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/InE6EqYEUvY/S220/Photo+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716044698756518.post-6797784795395205745</id><published>2008-11-23T15:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T12:12:20.378-08:00</updated><title type='text'>windchimes</title><content type='html'>help me close the shutters&lt;br /&gt;the rain is going to get in&lt;br /&gt;mother doesn't like the cold&lt;br /&gt;she can't handle the wind&lt;br /&gt;i can fly over the world&lt;br /&gt;i can sway with the shooting stars&lt;br /&gt;the moon is my goal&lt;br /&gt;and the trees are my dance floor&lt;br /&gt;hum to me so softly&lt;br /&gt;sing silent words in my ears&lt;br /&gt;twilight is my daytime&lt;br /&gt;the sun puts me to sleep&lt;br /&gt;i can go on and on forever&lt;br /&gt;my mother cries to me &lt;br /&gt;she tells me to come inside&lt;br /&gt;the rain is going to get in and&lt;br /&gt;mother doesn't like the cold&lt;br /&gt;she can't handle the wind&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716044698756518-6797784795395205745?l=insidearadioshead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/feeds/6797784795395205745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716044698756518&amp;postID=6797784795395205745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716044698756518/posts/default/6797784795395205745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716044698756518/posts/default/6797784795395205745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/2008/11/blind-song-for-deaf.html' title='windchimes'/><author><name>Samantha Gannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00427393020793551543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtgPgCemh2o/SZ9ZS1KMGDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/InE6EqYEUvY/S220/Photo+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716044698756518.post-6115330787287206139</id><published>2008-11-22T18:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T18:19:11.844-08:00</updated><title type='text'>is that alright? (revised)</title><content type='html'>here's the door, am i supposed to open it?&lt;br /&gt;here's the ball, am i supposed to throw it?&lt;br /&gt;here's the question, am i supposed to shout it?&lt;br /&gt;a change of pace.&lt;br /&gt;there's a lump of fear that i cannot swallow,&lt;br /&gt;there's a tightening in my chest and i can't breathe you in&lt;br /&gt;there's a tear in my eye that will not dry up&lt;br /&gt;there's a shake in my hands and i cannot hold you close&lt;br /&gt;turned over.&lt;br /&gt;i cannot answer why.&lt;br /&gt;i cannot see the sky.&lt;br /&gt;but instead glaze over a photograph of what is depicted as 'life.'&lt;br /&gt;if this is real, how am i supposed to live it?&lt;br /&gt;if this is real, how am i supposed to share it?&lt;br /&gt;if this is real, how am i going to perform it?&lt;br /&gt;if this is real, then this is me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716044698756518-6115330787287206139?l=insidearadioshead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/feeds/6115330787287206139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716044698756518&amp;postID=6115330787287206139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716044698756518/posts/default/6115330787287206139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716044698756518/posts/default/6115330787287206139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/2008/11/is-that-alright.html' title='is that alright? (revised)'/><author><name>Samantha Gannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00427393020793551543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtgPgCemh2o/SZ9ZS1KMGDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/InE6EqYEUvY/S220/Photo+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716044698756518.post-8717661432450526991</id><published>2008-11-20T14:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T15:06:59.181-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i just don't know what to do.</title><content type='html'>i'm watching everything fall down around me&lt;br /&gt;its not even in cemeteries but i feel the cold anyway.&lt;br /&gt;i'm losing everything but my sanity, and even that is slipping&lt;br /&gt;dear God, what am i supposed to do?&lt;br /&gt;i've lost people and i don't see the answers&lt;br /&gt;and a good yesterday doesn't erase tomorrow and &lt;br /&gt;what happens to me when i lose it all?&lt;br /&gt;i don't think you feel my pain,&lt;br /&gt;because i think i carry it all.&lt;br /&gt;and i tried handing it over to you,&lt;br /&gt;but things just kept getting worse.&lt;br /&gt;i'm frustrated and tired and &lt;br /&gt;growing more hopeless all the time&lt;br /&gt;and what am i supposed to do, because &lt;br /&gt;faith just doesn't do it for me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;i can literally feel my heart breaking &lt;br /&gt;and i don't see the promise you made and &lt;br /&gt;i don't know what's worse, dying or losing faith in you.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'm just overreacting, maybe this is a time for breaking&lt;br /&gt;but i just need to know that you're still here.&lt;br /&gt;i need you to tell me something or even let me feel your hands&lt;br /&gt;oh, God, just whisper words to me.&lt;br /&gt;i don't think i can do this &lt;br /&gt;and i won't write anything more to &lt;br /&gt;distract myself from an emotion indescribable.&lt;br /&gt;i'm closer to wanting to jump and fly away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716044698756518-8717661432450526991?l=insidearadioshead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/feeds/8717661432450526991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716044698756518&amp;postID=8717661432450526991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716044698756518/posts/default/8717661432450526991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716044698756518/posts/default/8717661432450526991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-just-dont-know-what-to-do.html' title='i just don&apos;t know what to do.'/><author><name>Samantha Gannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00427393020793551543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtgPgCemh2o/SZ9ZS1KMGDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/InE6EqYEUvY/S220/Photo+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716044698756518.post-8633111373107669721</id><published>2008-11-18T23:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T23:51:21.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what a beautiful face,</title><content type='html'>with a voice of an angel&lt;br /&gt;i could go on describing him&lt;br /&gt;but this would never end&lt;br /&gt;and i would die before&lt;br /&gt;doing it justice-but,&lt;br /&gt;i'm sitting back and thinking&lt;br /&gt;just how far i'll go before&lt;br /&gt;opening this trapdoor mouth of mine&lt;br /&gt;ha, and to think that all this time&lt;br /&gt;i was afraid to be bold.&lt;div 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Gannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00427393020793551543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtgPgCemh2o/SZ9ZS1KMGDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/InE6EqYEUvY/S220/Photo+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716044698756518.post-4797442501247841617</id><published>2008-11-18T23:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T23:23:18.782-08:00</updated><title type='text'>off and on. off and on. off and on.</title><content type='html'>blink. blink.&lt;br /&gt;blank stare &lt;br /&gt;for my mind &lt;br /&gt;isn't really there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716044698756518-4797442501247841617?l=insidearadioshead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtgPgCemh2o/SZ9ZS1KMGDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/InE6EqYEUvY/S220/Photo+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716044698756518.post-7334357413035108416</id><published>2008-11-18T16:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T17:45:24.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>just to be with you</title><content type='html'>i caught a ray of sunlight today&lt;br /&gt;the clouds, they sang a song just for me&lt;br /&gt;i felt so good though i had nothing to say&lt;br /&gt;and now its too late to say anything to you&lt;br /&gt;these little games will only take me so far&lt;br /&gt;when all i want is just to be with you&lt;br /&gt;oh, just to be with you&lt;br /&gt;but my world keeps on spinning&lt;br /&gt;and another love just beginning&lt;br /&gt;and one day i'll smile again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716044698756518-7334357413035108416?l=insidearadioshead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/feeds/7334357413035108416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716044698756518&amp;postID=7334357413035108416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716044698756518/posts/default/7334357413035108416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716044698756518/posts/default/7334357413035108416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/2008/11/just-to-be-with-you.html' title='just to be with you'/><author><name>Samantha Gannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00427393020793551543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtgPgCemh2o/SZ9ZS1KMGDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/InE6EqYEUvY/S220/Photo+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716044698756518.post-6613228720306872775</id><published>2008-11-17T22:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T22:35:18.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what is it to be blown away?</title><content type='html'>to be moved to compassion from well-placed words?&lt;br /&gt;to be stirred to anger from the injustice?&lt;br /&gt;to be drawn to the quiet heartbeat the comes from the pages?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is what i look for in these stories, these books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and every time, i am in awe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716044698756518-6613228720306872775?l=insidearadioshead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/feeds/6613228720306872775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716044698756518&amp;postID=6613228720306872775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716044698756518/posts/default/6613228720306872775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716044698756518/posts/default/6613228720306872775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-is-it-to-be-blown-away.html' title='what is it to be blown away?'/><author><name>Samantha Gannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00427393020793551543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtgPgCemh2o/SZ9ZS1KMGDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/InE6EqYEUvY/S220/Photo+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716044698756518.post-1168598424969985230</id><published>2008-11-17T21:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T21:06:14.877-08:00</updated><title type='text'>and yet again, i'm praying for a sign</title><content type='html'>driven to the word of motivation&lt;br /&gt;i want to be able to dream again.&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired of thinking, wishing, hoping.&lt;br /&gt;my eyes have become weak&lt;br /&gt;and my lips have gone dry.&lt;br /&gt;lightening has blurred my vision &lt;br /&gt;and i can't walk on my own anymore.&lt;br /&gt;oh, how i wish that i can feel the wind in my hair&lt;br /&gt;and the sun warm on my back,&lt;br /&gt;or perhaps the rain in my hair?&lt;br /&gt;all i know is that i hunger for freedom.&lt;br /&gt;for starry skies and winter air.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716044698756518-1168598424969985230?l=insidearadioshead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/feeds/1168598424969985230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716044698756518&amp;postID=1168598424969985230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716044698756518/posts/default/1168598424969985230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716044698756518/posts/default/1168598424969985230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/2008/11/and-yet-again-im-praying-for-sign.html' title='and yet again, i&apos;m praying for a sign'/><author><name>Samantha Gannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00427393020793551543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtgPgCemh2o/SZ9ZS1KMGDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/InE6EqYEUvY/S220/Photo+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716044698756518.post-3963834466484481200</id><published>2008-11-15T22:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T22:57:06.885-08:00</updated><title type='text'>just what the heck am i supposed to do?</title><content type='html'>frozen hands tense from fear&lt;br /&gt;and to think that i could do this alone&lt;br /&gt;i wonder what you would think of me now&lt;br /&gt;i'm helpless and yet i'm still proud&lt;br /&gt;so foolish and on the verge of breaking&lt;br /&gt;as painful as this is, i hear in the distance&lt;br /&gt;a promise that brings life so warm&lt;br /&gt;and i long to rest my bruised feet&lt;br /&gt;but i still have to walk the rest of the road&lt;br /&gt;but i can't forget that i have a shepherd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716044698756518-3963834466484481200?l=insidearadioshead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/feeds/3963834466484481200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716044698756518&amp;postID=3963834466484481200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716044698756518/posts/default/3963834466484481200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716044698756518/posts/default/3963834466484481200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/2008/11/just-what-heck-am-i-supposed-to-do.html' title='just what the heck am i supposed to do?'/><author><name>Samantha Gannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00427393020793551543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtgPgCemh2o/SZ9ZS1KMGDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/InE6EqYEUvY/S220/Photo+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716044698756518.post-683556338247078473</id><published>2008-11-14T19:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T19:49:40.162-08:00</updated><title type='text'>as i was collapsing,</title><content type='html'>i paused and figured that i could have prevented&lt;br /&gt;these consequences and painful memories&lt;br /&gt;but now its too late and i wish i had the right words to say&lt;br /&gt;but just stumbling through my mind won't make one difference&lt;br /&gt;i simply fall and wait for a sign to rise up and keep on&lt;br /&gt;to the One who gives me grace, to the One who keeps me strong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716044698756518-683556338247078473?l=insidearadioshead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/feeds/683556338247078473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716044698756518&amp;postID=683556338247078473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716044698756518/posts/default/683556338247078473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716044698756518/posts/default/683556338247078473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/2008/11/as-i-was-collapsing.html' title='as i was collapsing,'/><author><name>Samantha Gannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00427393020793551543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtgPgCemh2o/SZ9ZS1KMGDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/InE6EqYEUvY/S220/Photo+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716044698756518.post-3361205555937640065</id><published>2008-11-12T23:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T23:15:07.838-08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh pitiful</title><content type='html'>poor wretched child with bleeding hands&lt;br /&gt;come to save yourself and back again&lt;br /&gt;you've been fooled into thinking&lt;br /&gt;little black lies, free and for the taking&lt;br /&gt;with broken feet, you've been crawling&lt;br /&gt;back into the arms of Mercy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716044698756518-3361205555937640065?l=insidearadioshead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/feeds/3361205555937640065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716044698756518&amp;postID=3361205555937640065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716044698756518/posts/default/3361205555937640065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716044698756518/posts/default/3361205555937640065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/2008/11/oh-pitiful.html' title='oh pitiful'/><author><name>Samantha Gannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00427393020793551543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtgPgCemh2o/SZ9ZS1KMGDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/InE6EqYEUvY/S220/Photo+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716044698756518.post-5510626481759865447</id><published>2008-11-12T21:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T21:28:51.548-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fallen and broken on the ground</title><content type='html'>a piercing awakening from a fitful sleep&lt;br /&gt;i've suddenly realize that this isn't what i've worked for&lt;br /&gt;or perhaps this is the very thing that i didn't want all along&lt;br /&gt;so why did i...wait, its not important anymore.&lt;br /&gt;so where do i go from here? oh, how i wish i had someone to hold my hand&lt;br /&gt;to help me fight. someone here and now. a smile that could be contagious&lt;br /&gt;and chase away my anxiety and fears. someone real and here. &lt;br /&gt;someone i can believe in. for what's the point in wasting my time&lt;br /&gt;with a sleeping corpse to lead me back to bed?&lt;br /&gt;no, i want LIFE! i want AIR! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716044698756518-5510626481759865447?l=insidearadioshead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/feeds/5510626481759865447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716044698756518&amp;postID=5510626481759865447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716044698756518/posts/default/5510626481759865447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716044698756518/posts/default/5510626481759865447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/2008/11/fallen-and-broken-on-ground.html' title='fallen and broken on the ground'/><author><name>Samantha Gannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00427393020793551543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtgPgCemh2o/SZ9ZS1KMGDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/InE6EqYEUvY/S220/Photo+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716044698756518.post-1633589506353838767</id><published>2008-11-11T20:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T20:56:01.649-08:00</updated><title type='text'>when in fact, i don't have any</title><content type='html'>are you real?&lt;br /&gt;are you true?&lt;br /&gt;can it be that i've been wrong all along?&lt;br /&gt;are you there?&lt;br /&gt;can you hear me?&lt;br /&gt;are you listening to me when i call?&lt;br /&gt;is it truth?&lt;br /&gt;can it change me?&lt;br /&gt;will i be different or not change at all?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716044698756518-1633589506353838767?l=insidearadioshead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/feeds/1633589506353838767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716044698756518&amp;postID=1633589506353838767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716044698756518/posts/default/1633589506353838767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716044698756518/posts/default/1633589506353838767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/2008/11/when-in-fact-i-dont-have-any.html' title='when in fact, i don&apos;t have any'/><author><name>Samantha Gannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00427393020793551543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtgPgCemh2o/SZ9ZS1KMGDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/InE6EqYEUvY/S220/Photo+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716044698756518.post-1764771814527352206</id><published>2008-11-11T17:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T17:35:18.484-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i can't tell the difference anymore</title><content type='html'>and i don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;i need someone to explain this to me; someone to talk to about this&lt;br /&gt;there are so many words that i wish to be free from and &lt;br /&gt;yet i stay closed tighter than a safe with no code or brass key&lt;br /&gt;this wall is not breaking and the air is running thin but &lt;br /&gt;can i keep complaining and expect things to be different?&lt;br /&gt;can anyone hear me? is someone there who understands&lt;br /&gt;what it feels like to be a person inside an imaginary prison cell?&lt;br /&gt;so many things i long to feel again, love, and completion.&lt;br /&gt;i read it, write it, sing it, preach it, and yet i don't live by it.&lt;br /&gt;i want to be on the other side of the line between mediocrity and significance.&lt;br /&gt;the place where you are free and broken all at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;i want to walk with a limp and be blessed by God.&lt;br /&gt;i want to wrestle until either i or my environment is changed for the better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716044698756518-1764771814527352206?l=insidearadioshead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/feeds/1764771814527352206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716044698756518&amp;postID=1764771814527352206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716044698756518/posts/default/1764771814527352206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716044698756518/posts/default/1764771814527352206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-cant-tell-difference-anymore.html' title='i can&apos;t tell the difference anymore'/><author><name>Samantha Gannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00427393020793551543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtgPgCemh2o/SZ9ZS1KMGDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/InE6EqYEUvY/S220/Photo+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716044698756518.post-3912321445331195209</id><published>2008-11-09T21:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T21:58:48.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dear, you've been so lost</title><content type='html'>you wish you had the answers to the pages of questions &lt;br /&gt;you've spent all night thinking of everything else but&lt;br /&gt;right before you fall asleep, you see images of what &lt;br /&gt;you wonder is love that is worth searching for&lt;br /&gt;you run into this question again and again,&lt;br /&gt;is it worth putting yourself last and running with reckless abandon?&lt;br /&gt;because that is that love worth dreaming of, praying for&lt;br /&gt;a love that erases all fear and reminds you that you're in the right place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716044698756518-3912321445331195209?l=insidearadioshead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/feeds/3912321445331195209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716044698756518&amp;postID=3912321445331195209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716044698756518/posts/default/3912321445331195209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716044698756518/posts/default/3912321445331195209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/2008/11/dear-youve-been-so-lost.html' title='dear, you&apos;ve been so lost'/><author><name>Samantha Gannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00427393020793551543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtgPgCemh2o/SZ9ZS1KMGDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/InE6EqYEUvY/S220/Photo+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716044698756518.post-4409031300461144926</id><published>2008-11-09T18:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T18:54:22.839-08:00</updated><title type='text'>how do we know?</title><content type='html'>how will we ever know?&lt;br /&gt;what else is there to say?&lt;br /&gt;what else is there to do?&lt;br /&gt;what more can we accomplish,&lt;br /&gt;if everyone's a fool?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716044698756518-4409031300461144926?l=insidearadioshead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/feeds/4409031300461144926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716044698756518&amp;postID=4409031300461144926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716044698756518/posts/default/4409031300461144926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716044698756518/posts/default/4409031300461144926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/2008/11/how-do-we-know.html' title='how do we know?'/><author><name>Samantha Gannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00427393020793551543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtgPgCemh2o/SZ9ZS1KMGDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/InE6EqYEUvY/S220/Photo+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716044698756518.post-4816663506601064559</id><published>2008-11-08T23:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T23:08:53.065-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a return of echoes</title><content type='html'>i hear them, nightly, and so very quietly&lt;br /&gt;a sweet song that was written for me&lt;br /&gt;and i wish to dance to it with the one&lt;br /&gt;who is singing so wonderfully and &lt;br /&gt;can i start to love you yet?&lt;br /&gt;i want to have that fairy tale dream&lt;br /&gt;and i want the city lights to be my stars&lt;br /&gt;and the sound of traffic to be my wind&lt;br /&gt;and you to be the one who holds my hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716044698756518-4816663506601064559?l=insidearadioshead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/feeds/4816663506601064559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716044698756518&amp;postID=4816663506601064559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716044698756518/posts/default/4816663506601064559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716044698756518/posts/default/4816663506601064559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/2008/11/return-of-echoes.html' title='a return of echoes'/><author><name>Samantha Gannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00427393020793551543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtgPgCemh2o/SZ9ZS1KMGDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/InE6EqYEUvY/S220/Photo+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716044698756518.post-2880532627899226291</id><published>2008-11-08T14:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T14:30:27.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>if i could find out where to start.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i've put myself here without really thinking of the consequences&lt;br /&gt;i tried to figure out what to say to you&lt;br /&gt;but i left before i made a fool of myself and now&lt;br /&gt;you'll never really know that i think the world of you&lt;br /&gt;and every rotation the horses make&lt;br /&gt;and the twinkling lights and the pleasant mistakes&lt;br /&gt;scratchy music that plays a little tune of love&lt;br /&gt;and everyone around me smiles and laughs&lt;br /&gt;but sadly i'll not know how to follow the same&lt;br /&gt;because i kept silent when i should have said all.&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/5137716044698756518-2880532627899226291?l=insidearadioshead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/feeds/2880532627899226291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716044698756518&amp;postID=2880532627899226291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716044698756518/posts/default/2880532627899226291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716044698756518/posts/default/2880532627899226291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/2008/11/if-i-could-find-out-where-to-start.html' title='if i could find out where to start.'/><author><name>Samantha Gannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00427393020793551543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtgPgCemh2o/SZ9ZS1KMGDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/InE6EqYEUvY/S220/Photo+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716044698756518.post-8106701175099370090</id><published>2008-11-06T13:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T13:25:44.145-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i never met a dead man</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;a physical one, that is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;and to think that we're born&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;alive, only to end up dead inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;but when we meet life once again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;we have the choice to breathe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;i'm alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716044698756518-8106701175099370090?l=insidearadioshead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/feeds/8106701175099370090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtgPgCemh2o/SZ9ZS1KMGDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/InE6EqYEUvY/S220/Photo+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716044698756518.post-2122983233318131386</id><published>2008-11-03T16:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T16:17:46.822-08:00</updated><title type='text'>please forget to go down</title><content type='html'>&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="never" allownetworking="internal" height="344" width="425" data="http://www.youtube.com/v/39vCY8GzNDk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="never"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="internal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/39vCY8GzNDk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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name&lt;br /&gt;to know that i'm known and loved&lt;br /&gt;that i belong to you&lt;br /&gt;you're all that i need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even when i walk away&lt;br /&gt;when i choose to turn around&lt;br /&gt;you love me the same&lt;br /&gt;your mind doesn't change&lt;br /&gt;and you catch me when i fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're all that i need&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716044698756518-935735196483463819?l=insidearadioshead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/feeds/935735196483463819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716044698756518&amp;postID=935735196483463819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;bobbing feet hang off the couch.&lt;br /&gt;and they belong to me.&lt;br /&gt;i cannot resist a catchy tune,&lt;br /&gt;even in the worst of moods.&lt;br /&gt;in searching for a moment of calm,&lt;br /&gt;i'll play my music, my world, my reality.&lt;br /&gt;and eyes won't stay the way they've been.&lt;br /&gt;lying awake, sitting asleep.&lt;br /&gt;it's like it wasn't there at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716044698756518-3731772844438889142?l=insidearadioshead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/feeds/3731772844438889142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716044698756518&amp;postID=3731772844438889142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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softly is what lulls me away from here&lt;br /&gt;i close my eyes in effort to not think of what ages me&lt;br /&gt;i want to know how to do this&lt;br /&gt;to break away from change&lt;br /&gt;to forget about my worries and leave behind the pain&lt;br /&gt;its hard to see when you're blind&lt;br /&gt;its hard to hear what's so quiet&lt;br /&gt;indecision to be broken.&lt;br /&gt;a cold death to be prevented in a heart that's slowly beating&lt;br /&gt;i want a fire so hot and fierce that chases away the darkness&lt;br /&gt;and live to see a promise that was given with requirements.&lt;br /&gt;now is the time, the time to rise up from my bed.&lt;br /&gt;no more sleeping, no more hiding my head&lt;br /&gt;and even if i lose my breath, even if i trip and fall&lt;br /&gt;i now God is with me and He'll catch me when i fall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716044698756518-845675830007051548?l=insidearadioshead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/feeds/845675830007051548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716044698756518&amp;postID=845675830007051548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716044698756518/posts/default/845675830007051548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716044698756518/posts/default/845675830007051548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/2008/11/at-front-of-my-mind.html' title='at the front of my mind'/><author><name>Samantha Gannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00427393020793551543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtgPgCemh2o/SZ9ZS1KMGDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/InE6EqYEUvY/S220/Photo+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716044698756518.post-874963425757720144</id><published>2008-10-31T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T23:29:32.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm holding on</title><content type='html'>have you ever had a dream that you were trapped underwater?&lt;br /&gt;you reach the surface you find it frozen solid?&lt;br /&gt;what's that feeling? what's the first thing you think of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a dream that i was trapped in a frozen lake.&lt;br /&gt;but i wasn't afraid. i didn't panic.&lt;br /&gt;no, i kept searching for that thin ice.&lt;br /&gt;because i knew it was there. somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;and then i would reach much needed night sky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716044698756518-874963425757720144?l=insidearadioshead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/feeds/874963425757720144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716044698756518&amp;postID=874963425757720144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716044698756518/posts/default/874963425757720144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716044698756518/posts/default/874963425757720144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-holding-on.html' title='i&apos;m holding on'/><author><name>Samantha Gannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00427393020793551543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtgPgCemh2o/SZ9ZS1KMGDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/InE6EqYEUvY/S220/Photo+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716044698756518.post-7748897338417061762</id><published>2008-10-30T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T13:50:41.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm dreaming big</title><content type='html'>i'm writing this blog in hope that in a few weeks, i'll look back on it and found that it came true.&lt;br /&gt;so this is where i think i'll be in a few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;safe and healthy.&lt;br /&gt;employed at a good job.&lt;br /&gt;starting berean or about to.&lt;br /&gt;getting through this grey period.&lt;br /&gt;paying off my debt.&lt;br /&gt;loved by friends.&lt;br /&gt;peaceful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, this is a faith thing. i'm going to trust and believe that its going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;and i'll thank God until it happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716044698756518-7748897338417061762?l=insidearadioshead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/feeds/7748897338417061762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716044698756518&amp;postID=7748897338417061762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716044698756518/posts/default/7748897338417061762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716044698756518/posts/default/7748897338417061762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-dreaming-big.html' title='i&apos;m dreaming big'/><author><name>Samantha Gannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00427393020793551543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtgPgCemh2o/SZ9ZS1KMGDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/InE6EqYEUvY/S220/Photo+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716044698756518.post-1728756271592719301</id><published>2008-10-30T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T06:27:43.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i don't know if i can do this.</title><content type='html'>this hurts. knowing i have to get rid of everything i own.&lt;br /&gt;i'm packing up clothes, a few bathroom things, maybe a couple of pillows.&lt;br /&gt;and that's it. this is painful for me. to have to get rid of most of my things.&lt;br /&gt;and the truth is, even though i know this is what i have to do, i feel alone on this.&lt;br /&gt;i wish that i felt better about doing this. i wish that i didn't have to make these choices.&lt;br /&gt;if not uncertain, i feel miserable. i wish someone would tell me that its ok. or things&lt;br /&gt;will be ok. i just need to hear it. i need to hear that this will be for the better, for the greater.&lt;br /&gt;i just need to hear it. because my heart is so heavy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716044698756518-1728756271592719301?l=insidearadioshead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/feeds/1728756271592719301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716044698756518&amp;postID=1728756271592719301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716044698756518/posts/default/1728756271592719301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716044698756518/posts/default/1728756271592719301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-dont-know-if-i-can-do-this.html' title='i don&apos;t know if i can do this.'/><author><name>Samantha Gannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00427393020793551543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtgPgCemh2o/SZ9ZS1KMGDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/InE6EqYEUvY/S220/Photo+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716044698756518.post-3916693131001852088</id><published>2008-10-28T01:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T00:35:04.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>an exerpt of moldy newspaper</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;and i thoug&lt;wbr&gt;ht this was to be forgo&lt;wbr&gt;tten&lt;br /&gt;rain runni&lt;wbr&gt;ng throu&lt;wbr&gt;gh words&lt;wbr&gt; and colum&lt;wbr&gt;ns&lt;br /&gt;sprea&lt;wbr&gt;ding and bleed&lt;wbr&gt;ing into nothi&lt;wbr&gt;ng as faded&lt;wbr&gt; memor&lt;wbr&gt;ies&lt;br /&gt;why do i not reali&lt;wbr&gt;ze the stead&lt;wbr&gt;iness&lt;wbr&gt; of this truth&lt;wbr&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;and nothi&lt;wbr&gt;ng will chang&lt;wbr&gt;e excep&lt;wbr&gt;t the decay&lt;wbr&gt; of human&lt;wbr&gt; life?&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/5137716044698756518-3916693131001852088?l=insidearadioshead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtgPgCemh2o/SZ9ZS1KMGDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/InE6EqYEUvY/S220/Photo+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716044698756518.post-5532832616264613205</id><published>2008-10-27T14:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T15:04:30.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i've never thought about it so much until now.</title><content type='html'>but sometimes i wish that i could start over. it kills me that things will look up and then go so wrong in the same day. i need help. in more ways than one. no, i'm not crazy, but i feel like its inevitable. i'm frustrated because nothing is changing on the outside of it all. i feel like i'm drowning, all the time.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm going to look past the distractions so i can remember that i need God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Gannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00427393020793551543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtgPgCemh2o/SZ9ZS1KMGDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/InE6EqYEUvY/S220/Photo+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716044698756518.post-7927323611677177862</id><published>2008-10-23T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T22:41:24.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the reason i stay in on saturday night.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="512" height="296"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.hulu.com/embed/0IsO39lNhTIW0YlV7gZBLA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.hulu.com/embed/0IsO39lNhTIW0YlV7gZBLA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="512" height="296"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="512" height="296"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" 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in my own way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"God&lt;/span&gt;, investigate my life; get all the facts firsthand.&lt;br /&gt;   I'm an open book to you; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;(God, all of me, all that I am, is Yours)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      even from a distance, you know what I'm thinking.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (You know what i'm thinking, even if i hide from You and everybody else, You see through my mask)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   You know when I leave and when I get back;&lt;br /&gt;      I'm never out of your sight. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(there's no where that i can go where You won't follow me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   You know everything I'm going to say&lt;br /&gt;      before I start the first sentence.&lt;br /&gt;   I look behind me and you're there,&lt;br /&gt;      then up ahead and you're there, too—&lt;br /&gt;      your reassuring presence, coming and going.&lt;br /&gt;   This is too much, too wonderful—&lt;br /&gt;      I can't take it all in!" &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(You know me closer than my family, my friends, more than anyone. and to know that You know my heart, my dreams, my past, its overwhelming)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Is there anyplace I can go to avoid your Spirit?&lt;br /&gt;      to be out of your sight?&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (where can I go that You are not there?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   If I climb to the sky, you're there!&lt;br /&gt;      If I go underground, you're there!&lt;br /&gt;   If I flew on morning's wings&lt;br /&gt;      to the far western horizon,&lt;br /&gt;   You'd find me in a minute—&lt;br /&gt;      you're already there waiting! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(there is literally nothing i could do that would separate Your love from me. You love me no matter what, conditions and strings to not apply)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Then I said to myself, "Oh, he even sees me in the dark!&lt;br /&gt;      At night I'm immersed in the light!"&lt;br /&gt;   It's a fact: darkness isn't dark to you;&lt;br /&gt;      night and day, darkness and light, they're all the same to you. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(i could run away, but You will never leave. You don't become disgusted my my filthy selfish sin, but You chose to love me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Oh yes, you shaped me first inside, then out;&lt;br /&gt;      you formed me in my mother's womb.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (You lovingly made me to be like You)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I thank you, High God—you're breathtaking!&lt;br /&gt;      Body and soul, I am marvelously made!&lt;br /&gt;      I worship in adoration—what a creation! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(You are so good! You had our relationship in mind when You created my spirit, how You long to know me closer)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   You know me inside and out,&lt;br /&gt;      you know every bone in my body;&lt;br /&gt;   You know exactly how I was made, bit by bit,&lt;br /&gt;      how I was sculpted from nothing into something.&lt;br /&gt;   Like an open book, you watched me grow from conception to birth;&lt;br /&gt;      all the stages of my life were spread out before you,&lt;br /&gt;   The days of my life all prepared&lt;br /&gt;      before I'd even lived one day. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(You know every detail about me, because You made me. You care about every part of me, You have never once taken Your eyes off me.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           Your thoughts—how rare, how beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;      God, I'll never comprehend them!&lt;br /&gt;   I couldn't even begin to count them—&lt;br /&gt;      any more than I could count the sand of the sea. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Your thoughts of me outnumber the grains of sand, I couldn't even count them.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Oh, let me rise in the morning and live always with you!&lt;br /&gt;      And please, God, do away with wickedness for good! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(God, make me more like You. and in the places that i'm lacking, God, fill every part of me with Your love)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   And you murderers—out of here!—&lt;br /&gt;      all the men and women who belittle you, God,&lt;br /&gt;      infatuated with cheap god-imitations.&lt;br /&gt;   See how I hate those who hate you, God,&lt;br /&gt;      see how I loathe all this godless arrogance;&lt;br /&gt;   I hate it with pure, unadulterated hatred.&lt;br /&gt;      Your enemies are my enemies!&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (uh, i'm not sure what to take out of this.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Investigate my life, O God,&lt;br /&gt;      find out everything about me;&lt;br /&gt;   Cross-examine and test me,&lt;br /&gt;      get a clear picture of what I'm about;&lt;br /&gt;   See for yourself whether I've done anything wrong—&lt;br /&gt;      then guide me on the road to eternal life.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(God, if there is anything about me that is not of You, take it away. I don't want any part of it. i love yo be fully satisfied with knowing that i belong to You.)&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/5137716044698756518-6442363112741059353?l=insidearadioshead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/feeds/6442363112741059353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716044698756518&amp;postID=6442363112741059353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716044698756518/posts/default/6442363112741059353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716044698756518/posts/default/6442363112741059353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-dont-do-this-often.html' title='I don&apos;t do this often'/><author><name>Samantha Gannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00427393020793551543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtgPgCemh2o/SZ9ZS1KMGDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/InE6EqYEUvY/S220/Photo+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716044698756518.post-1514666740968247269</id><published>2008-10-22T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T22:02:18.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i really want to know</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Now&lt;/b&gt; we &lt;b&gt;see&lt;/b&gt; but a &lt;b&gt;poor&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;reflection&lt;/b&gt; as in a mirror; then we shall &lt;b&gt;see&lt;/b&gt; face to face. &lt;b&gt;Now&lt;/b&gt; I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.&lt;br /&gt;1 Corinthians 13:12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever does not love does not know God, because God is love.&lt;br /&gt;1 John 4:8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716044698756518-1514666740968247269?l=insidearadioshead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/feeds/1514666740968247269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716044698756518&amp;postID=1514666740968247269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716044698756518/posts/default/1514666740968247269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716044698756518/posts/default/1514666740968247269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-really-want-to-know.html' title='i really want to know'/><author><name>Samantha Gannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00427393020793551543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtgPgCemh2o/SZ9ZS1KMGDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/InE6EqYEUvY/S220/Photo+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716044698756518.post-5988312984424735806</id><published>2008-10-22T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T12:07:53.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>repeat, act, repeat</title><content type='html'>why am i so wicked? why am i so selfish?&lt;br /&gt;You give me grace to replace the sin,&lt;br /&gt;and yet i always go back to the foolhardy friend.&lt;br /&gt;who's not a friend at all but a wolf in sheep's clothing.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder why You don't give up on me, and continue to&lt;br /&gt;answer my selfish questions, when in reality, i would&lt;br /&gt;give up on me, but i suppose that's why i'm not You.&lt;br /&gt;and though You've always been there, i feel separated&lt;br /&gt;from everything right now. not because of You, but me.&lt;br /&gt;this samantha that's so evil and stubborn, she thinks she can&lt;br /&gt;do it on her own, and she'll stop at nothing to get satisfaction.&lt;br /&gt;i wish that you would kill her, so the small child inside can finally&lt;br /&gt;breathe Your air. the small child that has faith that can never die.&lt;br /&gt;the small child that won't stop until she reaches Your arms.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716044698756518-5988312984424735806?l=insidearadioshead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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i just want to be with you.&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/5137716044698756518-2677832645004873147?l=insidearadioshead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/feeds/2677832645004873147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716044698756518&amp;postID=2677832645004873147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716044698756518/posts/default/2677832645004873147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716044698756518/posts/default/2677832645004873147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-just-want-to-be-with-you.html' title='i just want to be with you.'/><author><name>Samantha Gannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00427393020793551543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtgPgCemh2o/SZ9ZS1KMGDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/InE6EqYEUvY/S220/Photo+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716044698756518.post-8874935706262055173</id><published>2008-10-19T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T20:58:04.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i don't always understand</title><content type='html'>but God does answer prayers.&lt;br /&gt;in weird ways.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm doing going to say no, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;no, i'm going to be thankful.&lt;br /&gt;things are starting to look up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716044698756518-8874935706262055173?l=insidearadioshead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/feeds/8874935706262055173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716044698756518&amp;postID=8874935706262055173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716044698756518/posts/default/8874935706262055173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716044698756518/posts/default/8874935706262055173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-dont-always-understand.html' title='i don&apos;t always understand'/><author><name>Samantha Gannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00427393020793551543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtgPgCemh2o/SZ9ZS1KMGDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/InE6EqYEUvY/S220/Photo+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716044698756518.post-7106651231663133901</id><published>2008-10-18T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T21:12:51.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>God, i can't do this anymore. i'm a stranger with no home. and it doesn't matter what i do because in the end, it doesn't end up making a difference. i've prayed and cried, and nothing has changed for the better. so i want to know when You're going to do something?&lt;br /&gt;if not, i don't think i can live like this. this fear of mocking, i'm so afraid to be honest or ask for help because...i wouldn't get help from..it doesn't matter anyway.&lt;br /&gt;i've never felt this sad. i feel broken, and i can't find something to&lt;br /&gt;distract myself with. i've tried and failed. i asked you to do something, anything,&lt;br /&gt;and yet again, nothing. no answer. what do i have to do to get your attention???&lt;br /&gt;i know i'm nothing. i know i'm selfish. i know that i don't know everything.&lt;br /&gt;but can't you tell me what to do? or somehow provide?&lt;br /&gt;because my heart is here. and i know things are changing. but i'm not going anywhere else.&lt;br /&gt;even if things get difficult. but you're not giving me much of a choice. i mean, what the heck am i supposed to do? i'm so afraid of bringing shame to..&lt;br /&gt;and once...then, i suppose i don't have to worry. but God, i can't do this. i hurt.&lt;br /&gt;i hurt so badly. i can't breathe right. i can't think about anything else. and i feel myself slipping into an even bigger depression.&lt;br /&gt;if this is something i brought upon myself, then i'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;if anything, i'm learning to be less selfish, but i feel tortured. like you're playing with me. and that's not the God i read about in the bible.&lt;br /&gt;i don't mean to be a heretic, or disrespectful, i'm just trying to figure out who you are.&lt;br /&gt;and i can't survive being hurt again. and if i can't trust you, then there is no one else.&lt;br /&gt;so please, please, God. do something. please talk to me, send me a sign, a word, something!&lt;br /&gt;because i'm hanging by a thread and i can't promise to hang on for much longer.&lt;br /&gt;please do what you promised to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716044698756518-7106651231663133901?l=insidearadioshead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/feeds/7106651231663133901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716044698756518&amp;postID=7106651231663133901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716044698756518/posts/default/7106651231663133901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716044698756518/posts/default/7106651231663133901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/2008/10/god-i-cant-do-this-anymore.html' title=''/><author><name>Samantha Gannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00427393020793551543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtgPgCemh2o/SZ9ZS1KMGDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/InE6EqYEUvY/S220/Photo+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716044698756518.post-1390577662951361264</id><published>2008-10-17T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T20:04:42.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>its just that its delicate</title><content type='html'>i might sing when i'm alone&lt;br /&gt;to no one in particular&lt;br /&gt;i could cry every time&lt;br /&gt;things go so wrong or i&lt;br /&gt;could release the cold.&lt;br /&gt;its not that i'm emotionless or&lt;br /&gt;without sorrow&lt;br /&gt;its just that its delicate.&lt;br /&gt;i feel the ball of pain swelling in my throat&lt;br /&gt;forcing tears that promise nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;and i can't help but wonder when&lt;br /&gt;things are going to get easier.&lt;br /&gt;i'm running into trees that refuse to move&lt;br /&gt;and i'm given many options but&lt;br /&gt;not many too choose&lt;br /&gt;and i know what i don't want&lt;br /&gt;but there's no where for me to go.&lt;br /&gt;i might reach out to someone&lt;br /&gt;but what if they're a ghost?&lt;br /&gt;there when not wanted&lt;br /&gt;gone when i need them the most?&lt;br /&gt;is there such thing as Favor?&lt;br /&gt;or is the lack of one named Test?&lt;br /&gt;and i'm running and running&lt;br /&gt;to nowhere in particular&lt;br /&gt;things that are so meaningless&lt;br /&gt;are now the very things that are depressing me&lt;br /&gt;and as much as this word play used to satisfy my&lt;br /&gt;cravings for distraction, i'm afraid that this makes things worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, would you please listen to me for just one second?&lt;br /&gt;I need you more than I need air, or life.&lt;br /&gt;And I can't help it if I seem pitiful or meek,&lt;br /&gt;because the truth is, I can't do anything without You.&lt;br /&gt;And if I'm going in the right direction, please God,&lt;br /&gt;show me that I'm still in Your sight.&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm a failure without You.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716044698756518-1390577662951361264?l=insidearadioshead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/feeds/1390577662951361264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716044698756518&amp;postID=1390577662951361264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716044698756518/posts/default/1390577662951361264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716044698756518/posts/default/1390577662951361264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-just-that-its-delicate.html' title='its just that its delicate'/><author><name>Samantha Gannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00427393020793551543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtgPgCemh2o/SZ9ZS1KMGDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/InE6EqYEUvY/S220/Photo+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716044698756518.post-7537578844088458678</id><published>2008-10-15T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T22:22:36.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a moment of raw truth:</title><content type='html'>i've got no answers. no solutions.&lt;br /&gt;the only directions i have are to go and don't stop.&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired, and yet i have to keep going.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sick, and yet i have to push farther.&lt;br /&gt;i'm emotionally drained, and the words, "don't give up" are resonating in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;when does it get to the point that i'm done?&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to be out of love, but in love.&lt;br /&gt;i'm asking for a familiar reason.&lt;br /&gt;a question answered with another question, if you will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a nasty headache. i get those when i cry.&lt;br /&gt;i'm fighting the urge to close myself off.&lt;br /&gt;and God still wants me to love others.&lt;br /&gt;and i do. and i always will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lights out for me, sleep is so tempting right now, and i'm about to give in.&lt;br /&gt;peace out,&lt;br /&gt;samantha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716044698756518-7537578844088458678?l=insidearadioshead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/feeds/7537578844088458678/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtgPgCemh2o/SZ9ZS1KMGDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/InE6EqYEUvY/S220/Photo+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716044698756518.post-8307882396676726178</id><published>2008-10-12T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T23:31:49.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>how can you live far away when this is your home?</title><content type='html'>home is where your heart is.&lt;br /&gt;i don't have a home anymore.&lt;br /&gt;and i don't know where my heart is.&lt;br /&gt;i'm trying to make sense of all this.&lt;br /&gt;and i feel like i have too much to handle.&lt;br /&gt;there are times when i feel peace.&lt;br /&gt;there are times when i have hope.&lt;br /&gt;but then there are times when i feel like i am all alone on this.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know who i can trust or depend on.&lt;br /&gt;so i'm trying to make friends.&lt;br /&gt;depend on people that i know will help me.&lt;br /&gt;people that i can trust.&lt;br /&gt;but it is really hard.&lt;br /&gt;because Samantha is breaking.&lt;br /&gt;Samantha is falling apart.&lt;br /&gt;Samantha needs someone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716044698756518-8307882396676726178?l=insidearadioshead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/feeds/8307882396676726178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716044698756518&amp;postID=8307882396676726178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716044698756518/posts/default/8307882396676726178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716044698756518/posts/default/8307882396676726178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/2008/10/how-can-you-live-far-away-when-this-is.html' title='how can you live far away when this is your home?'/><author><name>Samantha Gannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00427393020793551543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtgPgCemh2o/SZ9ZS1KMGDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/InE6EqYEUvY/S220/Photo+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716044698756518.post-1398399615154494411</id><published>2008-10-09T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T19:45:30.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i know our love is new.</title><content type='html'>the more i struggle with, the more i know i need God.&lt;br /&gt;but now, i can see the light at the end of the tunnel.&lt;br /&gt;it is very small, and the tunnel is long, but i know that i can&lt;br /&gt;reach it. i know that i can make it through.&lt;br /&gt;and i can finally smile again.&lt;br /&gt;my purpose isn't in my approval.&lt;br /&gt;my approval isn't found in people's opinions.&lt;br /&gt;i haven't completely gotten over this dark spot in my life.&lt;br /&gt;but i am not alone. and i will get through this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so humble with all of the opportunites that i have to pour into&lt;br /&gt;people's lives. i know i don't deserve it and that i'm not the most perfect&lt;br /&gt;person, but i can't imagine my life without this. i genuinely love all the people that i spend time with, adults and teens. it makes me smile knowing that i'm helping lead people in the right direction. i'm glad that i'm at the place where i'm at. i'm growing and learning and realizing what love really is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is my last day of work. can't say that i'm going to miss it. i didn't hate being a lunch lady, but i'm glad i won't have to get up so early. but i definitely need another job. i hope i get the best of both worlds: great hours and great pay.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i have to get up early, so goodbye for now,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;samantha gannon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716044698756518-1398399615154494411?l=insidearadioshead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/feeds/1398399615154494411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716044698756518&amp;postID=1398399615154494411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716044698756518/posts/default/1398399615154494411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716044698756518/posts/default/1398399615154494411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-know-our-love-is-new.html' title='i know our love is new.'/><author><name>Samantha Gannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00427393020793551543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtgPgCemh2o/SZ9ZS1KMGDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/InE6EqYEUvY/S220/Photo+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716044698756518.post-7302273149151658203</id><published>2008-10-07T21:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T21:06:08.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i missed your skin.</title><content type='html'>sometimes, a song will play and i'm compelled to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"if all our lives are but a dream,&lt;br /&gt;fantastic posing greed,&lt;br /&gt;then we should feed our jewelry to the sea.&lt;br /&gt;for diamonds do appear to be&lt;br /&gt;just like broken glass to me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think panic at the disco is on to something here. perhaps, life is like a dream, short and fleeting. and truly we live our lives in a self-serving manner. but in realizing this, material possessions have no meaning. because at the end of our lives, do things really matter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just something to think about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716044698756518-7302273149151658203?l=insidearadioshead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/feeds/7302273149151658203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716044698756518&amp;postID=7302273149151658203' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716044698756518/posts/default/7302273149151658203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716044698756518/posts/default/7302273149151658203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-missed-your-skin.html' title='i missed your skin.'/><author><name>Samantha Gannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00427393020793551543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtgPgCemh2o/SZ9ZS1KMGDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/InE6EqYEUvY/S220/Photo+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716044698756518.post-6626403815418575692</id><published>2008-10-05T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T22:23:55.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>around the corner</title><content type='html'>i've been given a promise. but i'm afraid to hold Him at His word.&lt;div&gt;isn't this the very thing that i tell others to live by? obedience? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and yet, faith is so hard to come by these days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i'm trying. i'm going to take a step of faith.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think what will make it different this time is that i won't be in control.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for once, i'm going to trust God to provide. even if He doesn't do another thing for me for the rest of my life, if God were just to touch me, if He would just speak to me, i would live happy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i so strongly desire to just hear from God. just to spend hours of time with Him. to sit down and listen to what He has to say. He knows so many things about me, about life, and about this world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i miss the times that i would cry during worship. i miss the sore throats after praying all night. i miss the tired body from serving in the ministry. i miss living for something other than myself. but i believe that God will honor that and He will fulfill His promise soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lights out, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Samantha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716044698756518-6626403815418575692?l=insidearadioshead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/feeds/6626403815418575692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716044698756518&amp;postID=6626403815418575692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716044698756518/posts/default/6626403815418575692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716044698756518/posts/default/6626403815418575692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/2008/10/around-corner.html' title='around the corner'/><author><name>Samantha Gannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00427393020793551543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtgPgCemh2o/SZ9ZS1KMGDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/InE6EqYEUvY/S220/Photo+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716044698756518.post-1521798499751960145</id><published>2008-10-02T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T20:39:28.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>in all of this</title><content type='html'>lost. alone. without direction or confidence in myself.&lt;div&gt;a roller coaster of problems and false solutions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm so angry and hurt because nothing is going even ok anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and in all of this, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i ask God,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"where are You?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm waiting for His answer. and i'm not moving until He answers me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716044698756518-1521798499751960145?l=insidearadioshead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/feeds/1521798499751960145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716044698756518&amp;postID=1521798499751960145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716044698756518/posts/default/1521798499751960145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716044698756518/posts/default/1521798499751960145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/2008/10/in-all-of-this.html' title='in all of this'/><author><name>Samantha Gannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00427393020793551543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtgPgCemh2o/SZ9ZS1KMGDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/InE6EqYEUvY/S220/Photo+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716044698756518.post-7826141482653881215</id><published>2008-09-30T15:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T15:41:16.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>loose sweatpants and tight t-shirts.</title><content type='html'>its getting harder and harder for me to control my thoughts.&lt;div&gt;its funny how right my sunday school teacher was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;read your bible, pray every day, and you will grow, grow, grow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;neglect your bible, forget to pray, and you will shrink, shrink, shrink.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i never went to children's church, but i think the kids are on to something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm going to start writing again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716044698756518-7826141482653881215?l=insidearadioshead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/feeds/7826141482653881215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716044698756518&amp;postID=7826141482653881215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716044698756518/posts/default/7826141482653881215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716044698756518/posts/default/7826141482653881215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/2008/09/loose-sweatpants-and-tight-t-shirts.html' title='loose sweatpants and tight t-shirts.'/><author><name>Samantha Gannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00427393020793551543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtgPgCemh2o/SZ9ZS1KMGDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/InE6EqYEUvY/S220/Photo+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716044698756518.post-4980078089998208073</id><published>2008-09-29T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T21:07:52.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>in desperation</title><content type='html'>i feel like i'm starved. like i'm slowly deteriorating. like sand when the waves hit it.&lt;div&gt;i'm so desperate for a touch from God. i need to hear His voice. I know that i'm not being faithful. i know that i don't deserve it. but i want it. and it says in the bible that if i will seek Him, i will find Him if i'm seeking Him with my whole heart. i don't know how to be more transparent. i'm so tired of routine worship. i'm so tired of mundane prayer. i want a real moment with God. i want to wake up in the morning with hope in my heart. i want to smile for no reason. i want to be totally shaken to the core. i want a new season. i want to be blessed so i can bless others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but right now, i want sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716044698756518-4980078089998208073?l=insidearadioshead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/feeds/4980078089998208073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716044698756518&amp;postID=4980078089998208073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716044698756518/posts/default/4980078089998208073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716044698756518/posts/default/4980078089998208073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/2008/09/in-desperation.html' title='in desperation'/><author><name>Samantha Gannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00427393020793551543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtgPgCemh2o/SZ9ZS1KMGDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/InE6EqYEUvY/S220/Photo+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716044698756518.post-2622360135436646973</id><published>2008-09-25T21:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T21:21:21.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this is for you.</title><content type='html'>i have a heart that's begging to be touched.&lt;div&gt;a mind waiting for a revelation of wisdom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my hands are stretched high to touch the one that loves me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the one who is stretching me and therefore, is stepping further&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and further away, just like a dad steps away to watch his child walk &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to him. for what is it but another chance to learn and to love my father?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm wanting to grow and trust.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the simplest realization came to me:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's still here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and He will bless me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so for all the people that God has given me a word for, all the people that God has used me to encourage, know that through all of this, i too have been begging and crying and dying on the inside. i too am not perfect and i too get tempted. i remember the mistakes i've made and the people that have hurt me and the people that i've broken. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but remember what i told you. God is faithful. and He will carry you through. i'm praying for you guys, and i genuinely love you. and you can come to me about anything and trust that i'll love you no matter what. and if you read this, next time we see each other, give me a hug. i'm sure that we'll both need it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;much love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;samantha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716044698756518-2622360135436646973?l=insidearadioshead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/feeds/2622360135436646973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716044698756518&amp;postID=2622360135436646973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716044698756518/posts/default/2622360135436646973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716044698756518/posts/default/2622360135436646973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/2008/09/this-is-for-you.html' title='this is for you.'/><author><name>Samantha Gannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00427393020793551543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtgPgCemh2o/SZ9ZS1KMGDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/InE6EqYEUvY/S220/Photo+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716044698756518.post-2372720702052286602</id><published>2008-09-24T12:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T12:39:38.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>is this coincidence or a sign?</title><content type='html'>i've had a wonderful life. i've been to jamaica, nicaragua, and poland. i've been all over the U.S., traveling all over. i've been to almost every club in dallas. i've had my first kiss, my first boyfriend, my first love and heartbreak. i've known great joy and great tragedy. i've been close to dying, and i remember waking up hours later knowing that i'll live. i've seen birth and death. i've laughed, cried, and even have done both at the same time. i've made friends, enemies, and people that i've kept at the acquaintance level. i've had crazy jobs, crazy friends, and i have a wonderful church. i've hated God in the past, and now i know God and I love Him so much.&lt;div&gt;i've had a full life so far. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and yet, i'm not satisfied.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there's got to be more to this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i won't stop searching for the next step.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716044698756518-2372720702052286602?l=insidearadioshead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/feeds/2372720702052286602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716044698756518&amp;postID=2372720702052286602' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716044698756518/posts/default/2372720702052286602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716044698756518/posts/default/2372720702052286602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/2008/09/is-this-coincidence-or-sign.html' title='is this coincidence or a sign?'/><author><name>Samantha Gannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00427393020793551543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtgPgCemh2o/SZ9ZS1KMGDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/InE6EqYEUvY/S220/Photo+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5137716044698756518.post-2038436359887655433</id><published>2008-09-23T15:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T16:01:21.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>all my life, i've tried so hard</title><content type='html'>it seems like every break i get something else comes along. i find it hard to focus these days. i can no longer see the stars from where i'm standing. i almost cried today and i felt so sad. i feel like i'm failing at everything i'm doing.&lt;div&gt;so where do i go from here? how to i move on to a different place?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm longing for something to change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i'm looking for God to give me peace and still my racing thoughts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is the rawest i've ever felt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i couldn't be more honest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5137716044698756518-2038436359887655433?l=insidearadioshead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/feeds/2038436359887655433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5137716044698756518&amp;postID=2038436359887655433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716044698756518/posts/default/2038436359887655433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5137716044698756518/posts/default/2038436359887655433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insidearadioshead.blogspot.com/2008/09/all-my-life-ive-tried-so-hard.html' title='all my life, i&apos;ve tried so hard'/><author><name>Samantha Gannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00427393020793551543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtgPgCemh2o/SZ9ZS1KMGDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/InE6EqYEUvY/S220/Photo+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
