<?xml version="1.0" encoding="ISO-8859-1"?>

<rss version="2.0" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/">
	<channel>
		<title>Literature Network Forums - Blogs - Literature by sixwingmortal</title>
		<link>https://www.online-literature.com/forums/blog.php?43732-Literature</link>
		<description>The largest classic literature discussion forum on the Internet. Read Write Teach Share.</description>
		<language>en</language>
		<lastBuildDate>Sat, 06 Jun 2026 11:13:58 GMT</lastBuildDate>
		<generator>vBulletin</generator>
		<ttl>10</ttl>
		<image>
			<url>https://www.online-literature.com/forums/images/misc/rss.jpg</url>
			<title>Literature Network Forums - Blogs - Literature by sixwingmortal</title>
			<link>https://www.online-literature.com/forums/blog.php?43732-Literature</link>
		</image>
		<item>
			<title>Diary of a Fallen Angel</title>
			<link>https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?4334-Diary-of-a-Fallen-Angel</link>
			<pubDate>Fri, 25 Jan 2008 04:44:44 GMT</pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[The parents are fighting. I hate it. 
 
I don't know what to do. I don't know how to react. I don't know how to cope with these verbal attacks...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote class="blogcontent restore">The parents are fighting. I hate it.<br />
<br />
I don't know what to do. I don't know how to react. I don't know how to cope with these verbal attacks between my mom and my dad.<br />
<br />
I hate my life right now. My dad is so damn mean to my mom, and its hard to survive through this.<br />
<br />
<font size="1">I need help.</font></blockquote>

]]></content:encoded>
			<dc:creator>sixwingmortal</dc:creator>
			<guid isPermaLink="true">https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?4334-Diary-of-a-Fallen-Angel</guid>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Diary of a Fallen Angel</title>
			<link>https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?4289-Diary-of-a-Fallen-Angel</link>
			<pubDate>Mon, 21 Jan 2008 07:01:19 GMT</pubDate>
			<description>Well its my second entry today. This is the first web blog I have ever done in my life. I hate the fact that I post my life up onto some site for...</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote class="blogcontent restore"><font size="1">Well its my second entry today. This is the first web blog I have ever done in my life. I hate the fact that I post my life up onto some site for everyone to look at. But you know what that means? I like this place. I feel like home. I'm probably going to be using this journal for a long time.</font><br />
<br />
I just got a beautiful acoustic guitar today. I got into guitar about a year and a half ago. I decided to play classical guitar because it seemed different. I see everyone playing those easy chords, so I felt like standing from outside the crowd... however I got easily bored of the style and eventually I felt like quitting. <br />
<br />
It was only about 2 months ago that my guitar teacher was away for 3 weeks. So I had to temporarily take lessons with some other dude. He was the coolest guy I have ever met. He taught outside what I had to be taught. He taught me the strumming guitar. I know I said it wasn't my style, but it <b>was</b> my style. I really enjoyed it, and quickly I felt like playing guitar again.<br />
<br />
Unfortunately, the three weeks ended; I was stuck with my old teacher again. But I really didn't want to go back to him, I wanted this awesome teacher instead. So I transfered from Mr. Boring to Mr. Cool. Sadly, my teacher said he was quitting... quitting in 2 weeks, right when I was starting to enjoy guitar again.<br />
<br />
However, he said that he would be offering private lessons, which meant better deals, better hours, and better teaching. He said he could get sued by the head master of the music teaching company for this, so I had to keep quiet. I quit guitar claiming to the head that &quot;I gotta focus on school&quot;. <i>What a freakin' lie</i>.<br />
<br />
After winter break was over, I had my first day of private guitar lessons (which was only about half a week ago). It was awesome! He's teaching me how to play Californication by Red Hot Chili Peppers. He also let me borrow a RHCP DVD which presented an awesome concert at Slane Castle.<br />
<br />
Now I'm practicing, and I'm really loving it. Guitar is my thing. I love it.</blockquote>

]]></content:encoded>
			<dc:creator>sixwingmortal</dc:creator>
			<guid isPermaLink="true">https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?4289-Diary-of-a-Fallen-Angel</guid>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Diary of a Fallen Angel</title>
			<link>https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?4286-Diary-of-a-Fallen-Angel</link>
			<pubDate>Mon, 21 Jan 2008 01:43:51 GMT</pubDate>
			<description>*No Shoulder to Cry On* 
 
I hate this burning silence in my heart. 
It’s so fragile. One scream and it will break apart. 
Not even faint arctic...</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote class="blogcontent restore"><b><i>No Shoulder to Cry On</i></b><br />
<br />
<i>I hate this burning silence in my heart.<br />
It’s so fragile. One scream and it will break apart.<br />
Not even faint arctic desert winds are sensible.<br />
The intensity of sound is invisible, measuring no decibel.<br />
<br />
Sleepless nights provoke me to cry.<br />
I’m beaten and broken from that last goodbye.<br />
My soul is bitter from sorrow and fear.<br />
These emotional cuts have not found its cure.<br />
<br />
I close my eyes; just me and my brain.<br />
Thoughts pound on my head like thick acid rain.<br />
What is wrong? What should I do?<br />
I’ll never be happy, until I find you.</i><br />
<br />
<font size="1">It was just nothing that was directed to someone. I was depressed and lonely. I can't really say more.</font></blockquote>

]]></content:encoded>
			<dc:creator>sixwingmortal</dc:creator>
			<guid isPermaLink="true">https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?4286-Diary-of-a-Fallen-Angel</guid>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Diary of a Fallen Angel</title>
			<link>https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?4233-Diary-of-a-Fallen-Angel</link>
			<pubDate>Wed, 16 Jan 2008 05:10:27 GMT</pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[*Empty "I Love You's"* 
 
I didn’t know it would hurt you. 
I didn’t know it would make an enormous impact. 
It did. And now I know how you feel....]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote class="blogcontent restore"><i><b>Empty &quot;I Love You's&quot;</b></i><br />
<br />
<i>I didn’t know it would hurt you.<br />
I didn’t know it would make an enormous impact.<br />
It did. And now I know how you feel.<br />
I’m sorry. And I wish I could say more.<br />
<br />
I love you. You say it with magnificent adoration.<br />
I love you. My word expires and withers away without soul.<br />
I embraced you without warmth. I kissed you without passion.<br />
I received your love, but gave nothing back.<br />
<br />
I can’t run away from it. I killed you inside.<br />
I shot you in the heart with this gun labeled “lies”.<br />
Imprison me for life, because I took one away.<br />
I will soon perish from this lethal injection called love.<br />
<br />
I love you. I love you not. I love you. I love you not.<br />
I pluck off the petals of a perfect flower.<br />
I love you. I love you not. I love you. I love you not.<br />
Innocent rose; you are finished… and so am I.</i><br />
<br />
<font size="1">I wrote this poem a long time ago. In October I broke up with my girlfriend. What I wrote in here was exactly what I felt at the time. This was the first poem that I had ever written. I am not motivated in doing writing, but when I am in great emotion, anything happens.</font></blockquote>

]]></content:encoded>
			<dc:creator>sixwingmortal</dc:creator>
			<guid isPermaLink="true">https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?4233-Diary-of-a-Fallen-Angel</guid>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Diary of a Fallen Angel</title>
			<link>https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?4232-Diary-of-a-Fallen-Angel</link>
			<pubDate>Wed, 16 Jan 2008 05:02:00 GMT</pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[I just created a blog. Interesting... 
 
So yeah, if you need an introduction I might as well do it. I am known as sixwingangel. I'm an emotional...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote class="blogcontent restore">I just created a blog. <font size="1">Interesting...</font><br />
<br />
So yeah, if you need an introduction I might as well do it. I am known as sixwingangel. I'm an emotional poet and writer. I love reading life stories and anything to do with the struggles of life.<br />
<br />
<b>Music is my life.</b> Well, not really. But I do enjoy it a lot. I listen to rock music, mostly punk. Anything that has a taste of emotion, I enjoy. My favorite bands are blink-182, Coldplay, My Chemical Romance, Fall Out Boy, and Green Day. Looking at my favorite bands right now, I don't feel original at all. MCR and FOB <i>omgsh!</i><br />
<br />
I'm sixteen years, still living. I really admire any adults... how can they live through this world? When lots of millions of peoples are depressed, I can't see who would want to live. <b>I try to live life</b>. Of course, it is hard. Being a teen in such an influential society is tough. It's hard for me to decipher what is right and wrong.<br />
<br />
School? Oh crap... yes, I have school. I have to write about the church of Scientology, a full essay. I'm not into essays, so this is really tough. It was due yesterday, but I'm still working on it... I'm really stressed out.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
Ooookay, that was a long blog. If anybody actually read this, I am happy. Got anything to say to me, do it: <i>tell the truth.</i></blockquote>

]]></content:encoded>
			<dc:creator>sixwingmortal</dc:creator>
			<guid isPermaLink="true">https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?4232-Diary-of-a-Fallen-Angel</guid>
		</item>
	</channel>
</rss>
