<?xml version="1.0" encoding="windows-1255"?><rss version="2.0"><channel><title>I&apos;ll never be a snowflake</title><link>http://israblog.nana10.co.il/blogread.asp?blog=755606</link><description>and waltz to earth so gently, to form a perfect blanket for someone else to walk on.</description><language>he</language><copyright>Copyright 2026 MEOWLYHA. All Rights Reserved.</copyright><image><title>I&apos;ll never be a snowflake</title><link>http://israblog.nana10.co.il/blogread.asp?blog=755606</link><url></url></image><item><title>D.B</title><link>http://israblog.nana10.co.il/blogread.asp?blog=755606&amp;blogcode=14311045</link><description>&lt;div align=&quot;right&quot; dir=&quot;rtl&quot;&gt;It&apos;s still me
Like a virus, getting into everything you have, and all the
Pure
Is changing color
To the coldest summer
Winter in this spring
I&apos;m still aching from sin
But I know for sure
I just want to
Keep it alive and keep us warm
And fianlly be
Your remedy
In a virus - like form
And no rot will touch the rubi red
As long as we keep everything out and said&lt;/div&gt;</description><pubDate>Tue, 14 Apr 2015 00:52:00 +0200</pubDate><author>nobody@israblog.co.il (MEOWLYHA)</author><guid>http://israblog.nana10.co.il/blogread.asp?blog=755606&amp;blogcode=14311045</guid><comments>http://israblog.nana10.co.il/comments.asp?user=755606&amp;blog=14311045</comments></item><item><title>HAPPY POETRY MONTH!</title><link>http://israblog.nana10.co.il/blogread.asp?blog=755606&amp;blogcode=13730109</link><description>&lt;div align=&quot;right&quot; dir=&quot;rtl&quot;&gt;

RED YARN
You&apos;re the cat playing with my yarn
You&apos;re the filter of laughing poison
You&apos;re hot sun on rotting farm
Where somewhere a flowers grows in

You&apos;re fresh start after abuse
You&apos;re attacks with lifeguard
You&apos;re what I&apos;ll never want to lose
You&apos;re escaping through the backyard

You&apos;re ying and yang on arms
You&apos;re a dream made of pieces
You&apos;re protection from my harms
Black spots with lots of blisses

You&apos;re piano on a heavy metal song
You&apos;re lifting to above
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: sm&lt;/div&gt;</description><pubDate>Wed, 03 Apr 2013 13:36:00 +0200</pubDate><author>nobody@israblog.co.il (MEOWLYHA)</author><guid>http://israblog.nana10.co.il/blogread.asp?blog=755606&amp;blogcode=13730109</guid><comments>http://israblog.nana10.co.il/comments.asp?user=755606&amp;blog=13730109</comments></item><item><title>&amp;quot;I Think I&apos;m In Love Probably Just Hungry&amp;quot;</title><link>http://israblog.nana10.co.il/blogread.asp?blog=755606&amp;blogcode=13536712</link><description>&lt;div align=&quot;right&quot; dir=&quot;rtl&quot;&gt;Dogs food spilled all over the floor
And smell of banana and strawberry in the air
Giving my cigarette a sweeter odor
It&apos;s what I feel when the thought of you is all I wear

Buckets of frozen water on summer sweat
Moon&apos;s twilight and I&apos;m on rollerblades
Sweet words that almost sound like a heart threat
Echoes in my mind until it slowly fades


I&apos;m slowly breathing what you&apos;ve said
&lt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><pubDate>Sat, 03 Nov 2012 10:23:00 +0200</pubDate><author>nobody@israblog.co.il (MEOWLYHA)</author><guid>http://israblog.nana10.co.il/blogread.asp?blog=755606&amp;blogcode=13536712</guid><comments>http://israblog.nana10.co.il/comments.asp?user=755606&amp;blog=13536712</comments></item><item><title>MY MUSE IS BACK!</title><link>http://israblog.nana10.co.il/blogread.asp?blog=755606&amp;blogcode=13536702</link><description>&lt;div align=&quot;right&quot; dir=&quot;rtl&quot;&gt;the magic of november





&lt;/div&gt;</description><pubDate>Sat, 03 Nov 2012 10:02:00 +0200</pubDate><author>nobody@israblog.co.il (MEOWLYHA)</author><guid>http://israblog.nana10.co.il/blogread.asp?blog=755606&amp;blogcode=13536702</guid><comments>http://israblog.nana10.co.il/comments.asp?user=755606&amp;blog=13536702</comments></item><item><title>D.B</title><link>http://israblog.nana10.co.il/blogread.asp?blog=755606&amp;blogcode=13482661</link><description>&lt;div align=&quot;right&quot; dir=&quot;rtl&quot;&gt;You shed a tear right of the height
I&apos;m dreaming under Paris skies
All the young feels old inside
Bet it feels like crimson by your side
Suicide statues of the night
Will show their real expressions at day light
And I will focus on the warmth you bring to me
And feel as new as I could be&lt;/div&gt;</description><pubDate>Fri, 28 Sep 2012 04:14:00 +0200</pubDate><author>nobody@israblog.co.il (MEOWLYHA)</author><guid>http://israblog.nana10.co.il/blogread.asp?blog=755606&amp;blogcode=13482661</guid><comments>http://israblog.nana10.co.il/comments.asp?user=755606&amp;blog=13482661</comments></item><item><title>12.1</title><link>http://israblog.nana10.co.il/blogread.asp?blog=755606&amp;blogcode=13447529</link><description>&lt;div align=&quot;right&quot; dir=&quot;rtl&quot;&gt;Did you get too much going on

And you were getting wild?
I know how she likes to think
She&apos;s like Oscar Wilde

All the black color is fading out
Hello to the Cousin Itt hair

I can feel it in your mouth
We&apos;re out of air
&lt;/spa&lt;/div&gt;</description><pubDate>Mon, 03 Sep 2012 20:41:00 +0200</pubDate><author>nobody@israblog.co.il (MEOWLYHA)</author><guid>http://israblog.nana10.co.il/blogread.asp?blog=755606&amp;blogcode=13447529</guid><comments>http://israblog.nana10.co.il/comments.asp?user=755606&amp;blog=13447529</comments></item><item><title>Broken Ice</title><link>http://israblog.nana10.co.il/blogread.asp?blog=755606&amp;blogcode=13437171</link><description>&lt;div align=&quot;right&quot; dir=&quot;rtl&quot;&gt;V1: I can&apos;t cry, those are my headline news today
I tried to fly and now I got this hell to pay
And we know it&apos;s all for vain
(I wish I) I wish I could find my way
V2:Bones to skin, a pirate smile for the sun
It&apos;s getting thin, tangled in splinters of my fun
Wish my nights were long
(I wish my) I wish my freedom was longer than a song
C: Watch my back , for I&apos;m getting slow
Because I&apos;m fearing everything I know
My stomach hurts, it&apos;s empty here
I screamed when no one else could hear
Thought I could fly
Stop with all the fake
Stop everything you take
It&apos;s what we are
(Broken Ice)
V3: I&apos;m getting cold, inner demons I obey
Borrowed and sold, won&apos;t leave me alone today
Wish I could stay somewhere
(I wish I) I wish I could get a taste of fair
C

V4: Snakes are after me too, they&apos;re always in my dre&lt;/div&gt;</description><pubDate>Mon, 27 Aug 2012 17:27:00 +0200</pubDate><author>nobody@israblog.co.il (MEOWLYHA)</author><guid>http://israblog.nana10.co.il/blogread.asp?blog=755606&amp;blogcode=13437171</guid><comments>http://israblog.nana10.co.il/comments.asp?user=755606&amp;blog=13437171</comments></item><item><title>Coffee&apos;s Story Time</title><link>http://israblog.nana10.co.il/blogread.asp?blog=755606&amp;blogcode=13416496</link><description>&lt;div align=&quot;right&quot; dir=&quot;rtl&quot;&gt;I&apos;m listening to my coffee
He won&apos;t stop talking
About the hyperactive side
We both have in each depression
I&apos;m listening to his story
One day he got a calling
From another drink that slide
To the opposite direction
And he&apos;s different but not new
Them both we all always knew
They&apos;re just different but similar
Both can make you feel real good
His love to the coffee&apos;s lover lately grew
And the opposite was feeling blue
He turned into a caterpillar
Inside his mind so he did flew
He said they were on to something
Between a love and not giving a fuck
Might sound very strange to some
When the coffee heard this he felt stuck
Comparison is good for nothing
It&apos;s just a matter of luck
No reason for a turning to become
&lt;div id=&quot;_mcePast&lt;/div&gt;</description><pubDate>Tue, 14 Aug 2012 22:11:00 +0200</pubDate><author>nobody@israblog.co.il (MEOWLYHA)</author><guid>http://israblog.nana10.co.il/blogread.asp?blog=755606&amp;blogcode=13416496</guid><comments>http://israblog.nana10.co.il/comments.asp?user=755606&amp;blog=13416496</comments></item><item><title>New Chapter Has Just Begun</title><link>http://israblog.nana10.co.il/blogread.asp?blog=755606&amp;blogcode=13397766</link><description>&lt;div align=&quot;right&quot; dir=&quot;rtl&quot;&gt;My heart no longer wail and call
This storms gathers striking me like hail
Memories of love&apos;s odd fail fall
Gathering to be this neon say

&lt;span s&lt;/div&gt;</description><pubDate>Fri, 03 Aug 2012 10:22:00 +0200</pubDate><author>nobody@israblog.co.il (MEOWLYHA)</author><guid>http://israblog.nana10.co.il/blogread.asp?blog=755606&amp;blogcode=13397766</guid><comments>http://israblog.nana10.co.il/comments.asp?user=755606&amp;blog=13397766</comments></item><item><title>This blog is 1 year old!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><link>http://israblog.nana10.co.il/blogread.asp?blog=755606&amp;blogcode=13397754</link><description>&lt;div align=&quot;right&quot; dir=&quot;rtl&quot;&gt;wooooow this is insane, I remember when I just made this blog to gain some confidence about my songsbecause I used to be so scared of showing them and my mission is done and now from all the kinds of art I do I have the most confidence in my writing because thanks to this blog I was able to just send my work and everyone I sent it to gave me such sweet compliments, and all of that after 8 years of hiding (I&apos;ve been writing songs and poems since I was 8 or 9 and I still have the original copy of one of my first songs and I remember I wrote my first one on telephone notes that were in colors but I can&apos;t remember about what it was) I&apos;ve been writing and feeling free about it for one year now!!! I love it that I made this blog!!! thank you again!!!&lt;/div&gt;</description><pubDate>Fri, 03 Aug 2012 08:43:00 +0200</pubDate><author>nobody@israblog.co.il (MEOWLYHA)</author><guid>http://israblog.nana10.co.il/blogread.asp?blog=755606&amp;blogcode=13397754</guid><comments>http://israblog.nana10.co.il/comments.asp?user=755606&amp;blog=13397754</comments></item></channel></rss>