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<feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><id>tag:masked.blog.co.uk,2009-11-22:/</id><title>Masquerade</title><link rel="self" href="http://masked.blog.co.uk/feed/atom/posts/"/><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://masked.blog.co.uk/"/><generator version="1.0">MokoFeed</generator><updated>2009-11-22T13:49:24+01:00</updated><entry><id>tag:masked.blog.co.uk,2009-06-09:/2009/06/09/swimming-in-the-dark-6268149/</id><title>Swimming in the Dark</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://masked.blog.co.uk/2009/06/09/swimming-in-the-dark-6268149/"/><author><name>Akashamustbekept</name></author><published>2009-06-09T10:49:59+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T10:49:59+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;A voice thats thick with unshed tears&lt;br&gt;
A heart thats heavy and low&lt;br&gt;
A brief shining moment in the dark&lt;br&gt;
A desire to go with the flow&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;A head that tells me to stop and think&lt;br&gt;
A heart thats easy to break&lt;br&gt;
A desire divided, wants many things&lt;br&gt;
with destruction in its wake&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;A light thats bright and steady ahead&lt;br&gt;
A constant there for me&lt;br&gt;
A heart thats lifting with belief&lt;br&gt;
This is how things need to be&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://masked.blog.co.uk/2009/06/09/swimming-in-the-dark-6268149/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:masked.blog.co.uk,2008-12-09:/2008/12/09/looking-to-the-future-5188878/</id><title>Looking to the Future</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://masked.blog.co.uk/2008/12/09/looking-to-the-future-5188878/"/><author><name>Akashamustbekept</name></author><published>2008-12-09T11:44:15+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:44:15+01:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;If you look into the future&lt;br&gt;
Can you tell me what you see&lt;br&gt;
Is it full of sun and laughter&lt;br&gt;
is it happy for you and me?&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;When &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; look into the future&lt;br&gt;
The past just fades away&lt;br&gt;
No more lonely tears and emptyness&lt;br&gt;
Its colourful not grey&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;It may take time to get there&lt;br&gt;
I know it may be tough&lt;br&gt;
But believe me I am willing&lt;br&gt;
To take the smooth stuff with the rough &lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_wink.gif" alt=";)" class="middle" border="0"&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://masked.blog.co.uk/2008/12/09/looking-to-the-future-5188878/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:masked.blog.co.uk,2008-11-25:/2008/11/25/you-5104688/</id><title>You</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://masked.blog.co.uk/2008/11/25/you-5104688/"/><author><name>Akashamustbekept</name></author><published>2008-11-25T13:42:33+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T13:42:33+01:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;I crawled out of the darkness and into the light&lt;br&gt;
and standing right there was you in my sight&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Suddenly happy, cheered up and free&lt;br&gt;
I finally felt like I could be me&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;But then something happened, something was wrong&lt;br&gt;
and I'm falling apart like I did for so long&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Hurt and confused, and left in a daze&lt;br&gt;
I need a way clear, to see through this haze&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;The mist has decended, chilly and cold&lt;br&gt;
But I can't let it get me, I won't shrink and fold&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;There's something to fight for, something to give&lt;br&gt;
A reason for being, a reason to live&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I crawled out of the darkness and into the light&lt;br&gt;
and standing right there, was you in my sight
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://masked.blog.co.uk/2008/11/25/you-5104688/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:masked.blog.co.uk,2008-07-24:/2008/07/24/shapes-4492489/</id><title>Shapes..</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://masked.blog.co.uk/2008/07/24/shapes-4492489/"/><author><name>Akashamustbekept</name></author><published>2008-07-24T13:09:42+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T13:09:42+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;Round in a circle&lt;br&gt;
My life seems to go&lt;br&gt;
Where it will stop&lt;br&gt;
I really don't know&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I live on a sine wave&lt;br&gt;
its all up and down&lt;br&gt;
Sometimes its all smiles&lt;br&gt;
and at others I frown&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;But when I think of it&lt;br&gt;
and how life could be&lt;br&gt;
Why want a square life&lt;br&gt;
That just isn't me!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://masked.blog.co.uk/2008/07/24/shapes-4492489/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:masked.blog.co.uk,2008-04-21:/2008/04/21/up-out-of-the-dark-4074412/</id><title>Up out of the dark</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://masked.blog.co.uk/2008/04/21/up-out-of-the-dark-4074412/"/><author><name>Akashamustbekept</name></author><published>2008-04-21T15:56:26+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T15:56:26+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;A feeling inside me&lt;br&gt;
that I cannot shake&lt;br&gt;
a small secret smile&lt;br&gt;
I feel so awake&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;people assume&lt;br&gt;
they know the full you&lt;br&gt;
thinking you're weakened&lt;br&gt;
with things you won't do&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;But I feel the strength&lt;br&gt;
inside of me&lt;br&gt;
And feeling much stronger&lt;br&gt;
than I thought I could be&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;And I know in the end&lt;br&gt;
that I will survive&lt;br&gt;
and that thought alone&lt;br&gt;
Helps to heal and revive&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Then in the darkness&lt;br&gt;
I can see a light&lt;br&gt;
the strenght I have lifts me&lt;br&gt;
I'm winning this fight&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Onwards and upwards&lt;br&gt;
I'm flying so high&lt;br&gt;
out of the darkness&lt;br&gt;
in to sundrenched sky
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://masked.blog.co.uk/2008/04/21/up-out-of-the-dark-4074412/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:masked.blog.co.uk,2008-01-24:/2008/01/24/warning~3627579/</id><title>Warning</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://masked.blog.co.uk/2008/01/24/warning~3627579/"/><author><name>Akashamustbekept</name></author><published>2008-01-24T20:34:13+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T20:34:13+01:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;Don't make the mistake of thinking I'm stupid&lt;br&gt;
Don't make the mistake and think I'm not strong&lt;br&gt;
Don't think that because I can act like a sweet one&lt;br&gt;
I can't see the times when I know I'm not wrong&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Don't think that I'm so nice I'll never be evil&lt;br&gt;
Don't think that I'm too nice to say what I think&lt;br&gt;
Don't think that I'll never act like a scorned woman&lt;br&gt;
I've learned things the hard way, I won't let me sink&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Don't think I am blind and I can't see whats written&lt;br&gt;
Don't think I'm naive and don't know what it means&lt;br&gt;
Don't think I will take it I won't be walked over&lt;br&gt;
I won't be a doormat I'm not here to clean
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://masked.blog.co.uk/2008/01/24/warning~3627579/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:masked.blog.co.uk,2008-01-19:/2008/01/19/beyond_the_dark~3601058/</id><title>Beyond the Dark</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://masked.blog.co.uk/2008/01/19/beyond_the_dark~3601058/"/><author><name>Akashamustbekept</name></author><published>2008-01-19T16:31:52+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T16:31:52+01:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;Beyond the dark&lt;br&gt;
throughout the night&lt;br&gt;
there shines for me&lt;br&gt;
the brightest light&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Its shines for me&lt;br&gt;
Its light is strong&lt;br&gt;
its there for me&lt;br&gt;
when things go wrong&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;And inside me&lt;br&gt;
its strong and true&lt;br&gt;
the light that is&lt;br&gt;
my love for you&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Strong and true&lt;br&gt;
steady and clear&lt;br&gt;
those lights do show&lt;br&gt;
no need for fear
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://masked.blog.co.uk/2008/01/19/beyond_the_dark~3601058/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:masked.blog.co.uk,2008-01-19:/2008/01/19/looking_but_not_seeing~3601048/</id><title>Looking but not seeing</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://masked.blog.co.uk/2008/01/19/looking_but_not_seeing~3601048/"/><author><name>Akashamustbekept</name></author><published>2008-01-19T16:28:53+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T16:28:53+01:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;People look but don't see what there is thats inside&lt;br&gt;
They don't want to see the part that I hide&lt;br&gt;
But I'm coming apart and I'm starting to grow&lt;br&gt;
And soon I won't care that people don't know&lt;br&gt;
One day they will see how it could have been&lt;br&gt;
If only they'd taken the time and they'd seen&lt;br&gt;
Different and bolder, stronger less shy&lt;br&gt;
But all of it hidden and some don't care why&lt;br&gt;
However for now I'll just smile inside&lt;br&gt;
and know soon enough I'll not need to hide
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://masked.blog.co.uk/2008/01/19/looking_but_not_seeing~3601048/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:masked.blog.co.uk,2008-01-05:/2008/01/05/i_don_t_miss_you~3533985/</id><title>I don't miss you</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://masked.blog.co.uk/2008/01/05/i_don_t_miss_you~3533985/"/><author><name>Akashamustbekept</name></author><published>2008-01-05T22:09:47+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T22:15:25+01:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;I loved you completely&lt;br&gt;
I gave all of me&lt;br&gt;
But now its so clear&lt;br&gt;
Its not meant to be&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I gave you it all&lt;br&gt;
what I had to give&lt;br&gt;
but now i find out&lt;br&gt;
its my turn to live&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I don't miss you at all&lt;br&gt;
not one little bit&lt;br&gt;
I am living my life&lt;br&gt;
and it all seems to fit&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Its great to move on&lt;br&gt;
its great to be free&lt;br&gt;
and no I don't miss you&lt;br&gt;
but hope you miss me&lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_wink.gif" alt=";)" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://masked.blog.co.uk/2008/01/05/i_don_t_miss_you~3533985/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:masked.blog.co.uk,2007-11-26:/2007/11/26/grey~3355014/</id><title>Grey</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://masked.blog.co.uk/2007/11/26/grey~3355014/"/><author><name>Akashamustbekept</name></author><published>2007-11-26T16:15:50+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T16:15:50+01:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;Staring out the window&lt;br&gt;
It seems so grey today&lt;br&gt;
Looking for an answer&lt;br&gt;
About why you went away&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I feel alone and empty&lt;br&gt;
And oh so insecure&lt;br&gt;
The cold it shrouds around me&lt;br&gt;
My sadness is its lure&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I want you here beside me&lt;br&gt;
It always felt so right&lt;br&gt;
Now I miss you dearly&lt;br&gt;
Especially at night
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://masked.blog.co.uk/2007/11/26/grey~3355014/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:masked.blog.co.uk,2007-11-24:/2007/11/24/bleeding~3344882/</id><title>Bleeding</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://masked.blog.co.uk/2007/11/24/bleeding~3344882/"/><author><name>Akashamustbekept</name></author><published>2007-11-24T11:53:23+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T11:53:23+01:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;My scars are all so very small&lt;br&gt;
yet each one seeps and bleed&lt;br&gt;
A hundred tiny little cuts&lt;br&gt;
but they do the dreadful deed&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Out of each little tiny cut&lt;br&gt;
drips some small part of me&lt;br&gt;
my life it slowly slips away&lt;br&gt;
an essence meant to be&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Too many cuts spill out the blood&lt;br&gt;
too many to stem the flow&lt;br&gt;
Too many to be bandaged up&lt;br&gt;
too many for this I know&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://masked.blog.co.uk/2007/11/24/bleeding~3344882/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:masked.blog.co.uk,2007-11-24:/2007/11/24/too_many~3344879/</id><title>Too Many</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://masked.blog.co.uk/2007/11/24/too_many~3344879/"/><author><name>Akashamustbekept</name></author><published>2007-11-24T11:52:33+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T11:52:33+01:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;Too many tears have been wasted&lt;br&gt;
Too many times I have cried&lt;br&gt;
Too many nights spent alone now&lt;br&gt;
No matter how hard i have tried&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;The world it keeps spinning and turning&lt;br&gt;
Time doesn't stop, not for me,&lt;br&gt;
My heart; it just keeps on breaking&lt;br&gt;
I just hope against hope to be free&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;What have I done to deserve this,&lt;br&gt;
What did I do that was wrong?&lt;br&gt;
I just wanted to help and be friendly&lt;br&gt;
I was there for you all, all along. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://masked.blog.co.uk/2007/11/24/too_many~3344879/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:masked.blog.co.uk,2007-11-24:/2007/11/24/because_of_you~3344871/</id><title>Because of you</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://masked.blog.co.uk/2007/11/24/because_of_you~3344871/"/><author><name>Akashamustbekept</name></author><published>2007-11-24T11:51:29+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T11:51:29+01:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;There are times when I hate you but never seriously&lt;br&gt;
I get so angry and weepy and don't want to be me.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Other times I am fine and can get on with living&lt;br&gt;
but wonder if it was worth all that giving.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I want to move on but am wondering how,&lt;br&gt;
but I know that I can I can feel it right now.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;There's hope in my heart and I may just forgive,&lt;br&gt;
and get on with giving and learning to live.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Its not always there but I feel the hope grow,&lt;br&gt;
I am learning to bear things and just go with the flow.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://masked.blog.co.uk/2007/11/24/because_of_you~3344871/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:masked.blog.co.uk,2007-11-24:/2007/11/24/reincarnation~3344863/</id><title>Reincarnation</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://masked.blog.co.uk/2007/11/24/reincarnation~3344863/"/><author><name>Akashamustbekept</name></author><published>2007-11-24T11:49:55+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T11:49:55+01:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;If re-incarnation existed&lt;br&gt;
I'd want to come back as a cat&lt;br&gt;
I'd spend all day eating and sleeping&lt;br&gt;
no one would care that I'm fat!&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I'd prowl around out in the garden&lt;br&gt;
Chasing the frogs and the mice&lt;br&gt;
I'd act like the queen of the jungle&lt;br&gt;
but everyone still thinks I'm nice!&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;My humans would feed me and keep me&lt;br&gt;
they'd stroke me and care for me well&lt;br&gt;
I'd sit on their laps and purr at them&lt;br&gt;
and claw their legs lots if I fell&lt;img src="/img/smilies/graylaugh.gif" alt=":))" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://masked.blog.co.uk/2007/11/24/reincarnation~3344863/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:masked.blog.co.uk,2007-11-22:/2007/11/22/masked~3336124/</id><title>Masked....</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://masked.blog.co.uk/2007/11/22/masked~3336124/"/><author><name>Akashamustbekept</name></author><published>2007-11-22T16:08:05+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T16:08:05+01:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;I exist with a mask in place&lt;br&gt;
that hides away my truthful face&lt;br&gt;
I want to show the me inside&lt;br&gt;
for there's nothing I need to hide&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;small&gt;that was going to be in the blog header but I can't figure out how to keep it in its format...for now I think I'll just have it as a sticky post&lt;/small&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://masked.blog.co.uk/2007/11/22/masked~3336124/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:masked.blog.co.uk,2007-11-22:/2007/11/22/living~3335446/</id><title>Living....</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://masked.blog.co.uk/2007/11/22/living~3335446/"/><author><name>Akashamustbekept</name></author><published>2007-11-22T13:29:19+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T15:30:54+01:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;I think its time to see the sun&lt;br&gt;
come out and play and have some fun&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;In the dark its been too long&lt;br&gt;
now's the time to right that wrong&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Too many times I've cried inside&lt;br&gt;
and felt I need to curl and hide&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I want to laugh and run and live&lt;br&gt;
and give all that I have to give&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Its my time, its starting now&lt;br&gt;
I only need to figure out how&lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_wink.gif" alt=";)" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://masked.blog.co.uk/2007/11/22/living~3335446/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:masked.blog.co.uk,2007-11-12:/2007/11/12/masquerade~3335513/</id><title>Masquerade</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://masked.blog.co.uk/2007/11/12/masquerade~3335513/"/><author><name>Akashamustbekept</name></author><published>2007-11-12T13:38:37+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T13:44:43+01:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;I feel like I'm unable to be&lt;br&gt;
Who I want the world to see&lt;br&gt;
I yell and scream and stamp inside&lt;br&gt;
and thats the me I "need" to hide&lt;br&gt;
Yet if I let this demon live&lt;br&gt;
I may just get what I want and give&lt;br&gt;
But for now a mask sits in place&lt;br&gt;
and its that mask the world will face..
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://masked.blog.co.uk/2007/11/12/masquerade~3335513/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry></feed>
