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      <title>In the New Year</title>
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      <description>&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;In the New Year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the New Year, I promise&lt;br /&gt;to live with no fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Challenges will come&lt;br /&gt;And I promise to face them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To take them on and not&lt;br /&gt;Be afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because that is when&lt;br /&gt;Character is made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise to try new things,&lt;br /&gt;even if it scares me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To do things people thought &lt;br /&gt;I couldnt do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprise and wow them, like&lt;br /&gt;never before!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run Through every open door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise to love with all&lt;br /&gt;my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not take for granted the people&lt;br /&gt;I love most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To care about all that they&lt;br /&gt;do and everything they&lt;br /&gt;Go through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be a friend when they&lt;br /&gt;Need it most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      ~Alyssa&lt;br /&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Tue,  6 Jan 2009 10:28:53 -0500</pubDate>
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      <title>Evening Walk</title>
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      <description>I took a stroll to clear my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Over the hill where the cattle walks&lt;br /&gt;Finally away from the noise I hear&lt;br /&gt;It was then that I finally felt the tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The salty sadness flowing down&lt;br /&gt;Past my cheeks, over my frown&lt;br /&gt;Crickets chirping as the sun gently sets&lt;br /&gt;I stare at the clouds, feel my regrets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wrong paths I continue to turn&lt;br /&gt;The major one where I never learn&lt;br /&gt;I stand and stare at the grassy knoll&lt;br /&gt;The cool breeze starts to take its toll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheeks are red from the tears and cold&lt;br /&gt;Yet I continue to stand, refuse to fold&lt;br /&gt;How I crave to lift up float away&lt;br /&gt;From this world I know every day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The desire to leave becomes so strong&lt;br /&gt;But then theres a voice tells me Im wrong&lt;br /&gt;I just wonder what more I can possibly take&lt;br /&gt;I already live with the choices I make&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im told my euphoria doesnt exist&lt;br /&gt;Isnt that just a cruel sick little twist&lt;br /&gt;Why continue on if that is the fact&lt;br /&gt;Parading around this stupid act&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Composed now I turn and go home&lt;br /&gt;A final prayer to finally be shown&lt;br /&gt;The path I should follow to continue on&lt;br /&gt;So I no longer wish to only be gone&lt;br /&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Sun,  7 Sep 2008 20:09:52 -0400</pubDate>
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      <title>My Wish for You</title>
      <link>http://www.blackmarx.com/main/modules/news/article.php?storyid=31</link>
      <description>I want to take away your pain, your stress, your strife&lt;br /&gt;I want to fill you with joy, love, complete your life&lt;br /&gt;You deserve so much more than what you currently live&lt;br /&gt;Never have you received, you just continue to give&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selfless, caring, sensitive to all that you know&lt;br /&gt;You bear your smile, never let the strain show&lt;br /&gt;Yet all this giving is wearing you down&lt;br /&gt;And through your smile, I can see your frown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can feel your pain, frustration and despair&lt;br /&gt;Craving respect, wanting all of them to care&lt;br /&gt;About the tension they are creating in your days&lt;br /&gt;If they just did as they should it would all go away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I crave with all my heart for your happiness to flourish&lt;br /&gt;Your soul and spirit and love to be nourished&lt;br /&gt;All your wishes, desires and needs to be satisfied&lt;br /&gt;Never again for your patience to be tried&lt;br /&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Fri,  5 Sep 2008 00:11:05 -0400</pubDate>
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      <title>Wandering Mind</title>
      <link>http://www.blackmarx.com/main/modules/news/article.php?storyid=30</link>
      <description>Ever question everything that you thought was true&lt;br /&gt;Wondering the purpose in everything you do&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel alone and empty in your heart&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the love and happiness to start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing to escape to a place free of lifes stress&lt;br /&gt;Where you dont have to worry about being the best&lt;br /&gt;Free from emotions, heavy burdens we bear&lt;br /&gt;Wanting to feel that someone really cares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its at these times I turn to the simplest things&lt;br /&gt;Like a butterfly floating on spotted wings&lt;br /&gt;Sunsets golden in comforting hues&lt;br /&gt;Or feeling the evenings settling dew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A roller coaster it seems this life that I have&lt;br /&gt;One moment happy the next so very sad&lt;br /&gt;A happy balance is what I wish could find&lt;br /&gt;Instead of this forever wandering questioning mind&lt;br /&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 15 Aug 2008 23:35:06 -0400</pubDate>
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      <title>Purple Pig Full of Glee</title>
      <link>http://www.blackmarx.com/main/modules/news/article.php?storyid=29</link>
      <description>The little purple pig went flying through the air&lt;br /&gt;Drifting along without a single care&lt;br /&gt;A dream to fly she has always had&lt;br /&gt;To feel happy and free and never sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure how she got here, she continues to soar&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying the feeling, she only wants more&lt;br /&gt;Her little twisted tail wiggling with delight&lt;br /&gt;A smile across her face on her virgin flight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing? she hears in the corner of her mind	&lt;br /&gt;Flying around like you have all this time?&lt;br /&gt;A magenta giraffe is speaking directly to her&lt;br /&gt;Still trying to focus, he seems in a blur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you mean? she asks ever so calm&lt;br /&gt;Whats there to do besides floating around?&lt;br /&gt;She rolls over, tummy now soaking up the sun&lt;br /&gt;Arms backstroking, having so much fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are things to do, people to see&lt;br /&gt;No time for your thinking of ME ME ME&lt;br /&gt;Your selfish ways really need to stop&lt;br /&gt;The giraffe snorts, This is over the top&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing clearly now, the pig floats by the giraffe&lt;br /&gt;Looking in his eyes, as she begins to laugh&lt;br /&gt;Take life too serious, and surely you will die&lt;br /&gt;Stressing and anxious, all you can do is cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive lived that life once she continues to speak&lt;br /&gt;Moping and crying for weeks and weeks&lt;br /&gt;Now I will do as I have always desired&lt;br /&gt;Which is keep on floating higher and higher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drifting higher she leaves the giraffe below&lt;br /&gt;Smiling and merry, letting her happiness show&lt;br /&gt;Here and there if youre lucky youll see&lt;br /&gt;A floating purple pig bursting with glee&lt;br /&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Thu,  7 Aug 2008 13:53:55 -0400</pubDate>
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      <title>Aching Clown</title>
      <link>http://www.blackmarx.com/main/modules/news/article.php?storyid=27</link>
      <description>My heart aches, wretched pain inside&lt;br /&gt;I want to run away forever to hide&lt;br /&gt;From all those who hurt me, use me for there own&lt;br /&gt;Its this whole world, I wish to disown&lt;br /&gt;Emotions exhausted pushed to the brink&lt;br /&gt;Screaming for something, its hard to think&lt;br /&gt;Longing for clarity, peace in my soul&lt;br /&gt;Yearning really, for a sense of control&lt;br /&gt;Tears flow freely, stream down my face&lt;br /&gt;Such a disappointment, utter disgrace&lt;br /&gt;I feel a failure in all that I do&lt;br /&gt;Questioning the meaning, I have no clue&lt;br /&gt;Why am I here? And what really for?&lt;br /&gt;An emotional mess on the bedroom floor&lt;br /&gt;A terrible emptiness consumes my whole being&lt;br /&gt;To the point where I start to have no feeling&lt;br /&gt;Through the motions I continue to go&lt;br /&gt;Emotionless zombie out of control&lt;br /&gt;Contradicting everything I say and I do&lt;br /&gt;Handing out meaningless I love yous&lt;br /&gt;Trapped in a cycle spiraling down&lt;br /&gt;Just another retarded disfigured clown&lt;br /&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 10 Jul 2008 22:44:32 -0400</pubDate>
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      <title>Maybe</title>
      <link>http://www.blackmarx.com/main/modules/news/article.php?storyid=26</link>
      <description>Lost and confused in a world she cant understand,&lt;br /&gt;Drowning in a world of water, with no land.&lt;br /&gt;Struggling to keep adrift, shes losing all hope. &lt;br /&gt;A million thoughts and emotions, she cannot cope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her true self is buried deep within, never to return&lt;br /&gt;Wishing to be accepted, her looks her only concern&lt;br /&gt;Afraid of being rejected, of being permanently scarred,&lt;br /&gt;She wears a blank mask to keep everything barred&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smiling on the outside, slowly dying on the inside,&lt;br /&gt;People ask if she is okay and of course she lied&lt;br /&gt;Longing for the pain to stop. Oh, how it can sear.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately no one, not even her, can discover a cure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regretting her past, she desperately tries to forget&lt;br /&gt;She attempts to just burn it, but it hasnt lit.&lt;br /&gt;It will not stop haunting her, tormenting her&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully the make-up and booze can make it a blur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling so alone, how she longs for a real friend&lt;br /&gt;But the disease, loneliness, seems to have no end&lt;br /&gt;Thinking that no one loves or cares about her at all&lt;br /&gt;Slowly losing control shes beginning to fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pain seems to stalk her, for eternity it will stay&lt;br /&gt;Pondering the thought, doubting if she go another day&lt;br /&gt;Swallowing her pills, she ask where did happiness hide&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the world around her, becoming horrified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe someday, somewhere, she can discover land&lt;br /&gt;Maybe her true self can come out and take a stand&lt;br /&gt;Maybe she can find a cure, and stop all the pain&lt;br /&gt;Maybe she can become a friend, and lose the chain&lt;br /&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 20 Jun 2008 10:21:19 -0400</pubDate>
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      <title>Stormy Skies</title>
      <link>http://www.blackmarx.com/main/modules/news/article.php?storyid=25</link>
      <description>The sky is so beautiful, blues mixing after the storm&lt;br /&gt;There really is no structure, no shape nor form&lt;br /&gt;Clouds floating by, golden rays try peaking through&lt;br /&gt;Darkness settles in as the grass accepts the dew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night winds whisper, there are changes in the air&lt;br /&gt;Hair flowing free, she sits alone in an old chair&lt;br /&gt;Crickets sing, and angels wings swooping in &lt;br /&gt;As grasshoppers jump, resting on the shed of tin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayers silently whispered, yet her lips remain still&lt;br /&gt;Breezes blowing playfully, her skirt blows at will&lt;br /&gt;Longing for comfort and love, straight forward she stares&lt;br /&gt;The chill in the air, on her skin, she no longer cares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off in the distance rolls thunder, then a flash in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Reminiscent of her pain, that has floated on by&lt;br /&gt;No longer does she feel, not the love or the pain&lt;br /&gt;So tired is she of playing lifes twisted little game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain gently falls again, hiding tears streaking her face&lt;br /&gt;A flood of emotions begin to pour through open gates&lt;br /&gt;No longer composed, her shoulders begin to shutter&lt;br /&gt;For heavily weeping still no sound she utters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melt me away, away from this world she begins to pray&lt;br /&gt;She shouts Ive done my time, I cant take another day&lt;br /&gt;Collapsing at her knees then curled up on the ground&lt;br /&gt;Her body convulsing as she doesnt make a sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orange golden rays, the morning sun peaks its eyes in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Illuminating that old rusty chair that should be by her side&lt;br /&gt;Not matter how close you look; its her youll never see&lt;br /&gt;For on that stormy night is when she ceased to ever be&lt;br /&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 26 May 2008 22:16:16 -0400</pubDate>
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      <title>Raining Inside</title>
      <link>http://www.blackmarx.com/main/modules/news/article.php?storyid=24</link>
      <description>I look in her eyes and see her soul&lt;br /&gt;Empty, lonely and out of control&lt;br /&gt;Sadness consumes her, brings her down&lt;br /&gt;Most days feeling as if she&#039;ll drown&lt;br /&gt;Constant doubts about herself and her life&lt;br /&gt;Worries that devour her causing strife&lt;br /&gt;She wonders of the day when she won&#039;t care&lt;br /&gt;What others say and do, why life&#039;s not fair&lt;br /&gt;She needs the strength to carry herself high&lt;br /&gt;Confident, loving, complete peace inside&lt;br /&gt;This bottomless pit where she seems to hide&lt;br /&gt;Her emotions control her, she just sighs&lt;br /&gt;Barely able to function, tears on her cheeks&lt;br /&gt;A terrible feeling going on for endless weeks&lt;br /&gt;She takes her medication, sedating the pain&lt;br /&gt;Watching, waiting, for the end of the rain&lt;br /&gt;Someday she&#039;ll know it was always inside&lt;br /&gt;The happiness she seeks and thought had died&lt;br /&gt;No longer dependent on others to fill her heart&lt;br /&gt;From her pain she will begin to part&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Sat,  3 May 2008 00:08:56 -0400</pubDate>
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      <title>Endure</title>
      <link>http://www.blackmarx.com/main/modules/news/article.php?storyid=22</link>
      <description>When my heart is crying and all seems lost&lt;br /&gt;I smile to the world and hide at all cost&lt;br /&gt;I can feel the tears well in the depths of my eyes&lt;br /&gt;As I keep my composure and try not to cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the outside my wall is as thick as can be&lt;br /&gt;But thin as glass when you look inside of me&lt;br /&gt;Emotions swirling, wrapped around my soul&lt;br /&gt;Pulling me down, taking me out of control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This monster that eats me from the inside out&lt;br /&gt;Filling my mind, my thoughts full of doubt&lt;br /&gt;I know the way, the path I must take&lt;br /&gt;But to know for certain, that is what I ache&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still I wonder if I will ever know for certain&lt;br /&gt;Or if always I&#039;ll live beneath a heavy curtain&lt;br /&gt;Of self doubt and disintegrating thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Constantly depressed and distraught&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surely it is not meant that I must feel this way&lt;br /&gt;For the rest of my life, all of my days?&lt;br /&gt;A glimmer of hope that my futures not so dim&lt;br /&gt;A future of love and happiness, not so grim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day this demon will release its grasp &lt;br /&gt;Hopefully it&#039;s near and happens fast&lt;br /&gt;For one more day of this pain to endure&lt;br /&gt;To continue this life, I&#039;m not so sure&lt;br /&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Sat,  3 May 2008 00:06:32 -0400</pubDate>
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