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<rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" version="2.0"><channel><atom:link rel="hub" href="http://tumblr.superfeedr.com/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"/><description>The inner ramblings of a writer.</description><title>CRSchaub</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @crschaub)</generator><link>http://crschaub.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>The cavity in my chest feels empty,
but it&amp;#8217;s weighing me down just the same.
I feel so...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;The cavity in my chest feels empty,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;but it&amp;#8217;s weighing me down just the same.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I feel so lost,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;and it&amp;#8217;s far too quiet in this big old world to cry tonight.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://crschaub.tumblr.com/post/32256210484</link><guid>http://crschaub.tumblr.com/post/32256210484</guid><pubDate>Tue, 25 Sep 2012 05:46:03 -0400</pubDate><category>CRSchaub</category><category>poetry</category><category>sad</category><category>cry</category><category>lost</category><category>heart</category><category>world</category></item><item><title>I just gave you a road map to my heart, 
now use the compass you found months ago </title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;I just gave you a road map to my heart, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;now use the compass you found months ago&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://crschaub.tumblr.com/post/32246426663</link><guid>http://crschaub.tumblr.com/post/32246426663</guid><pubDate>Mon, 24 Sep 2012 23:56:54 -0400</pubDate><category>CRSchaub</category><category>poetry</category><category>love</category><category>heart</category><category>compass</category><category>map</category><category>road</category></item><item><title>They used to tell me that it was either sink or swim.
In these waters though, I think it&amp;#8217;s the...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;They used to tell me that it was either sink or swim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;In these waters though, I think it&amp;#8217;s the perfect time to test my wings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://crschaub.tumblr.com/post/32222074672</link><guid>http://crschaub.tumblr.com/post/32222074672</guid><pubDate>Mon, 24 Sep 2012 18:28:52 -0400</pubDate><category>CRSchaub</category><category>poetry</category><category>sink or swim</category><category>water</category><category>wings</category></item><item><title>You’re burning the whole town down.
It’s slow but quickening,
the more you hide the faster we...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You’re burning the whole town down.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s slow but quickening,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;the more you hide the faster we burn.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Your bridges are crumbling&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;into ashes above angry rivers.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;They flow with the force that the water gives.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Meanwhile we burn,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;our sweat the only source of liquid.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We’re drowning in it but drying at an accelerated pace.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Your destructive path leaves much to be desired.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Have you ever looked into that rear view mirror,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;seen the chaos that you unleash in your wake?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://crschaub.tumblr.com/post/30269938066</link><guid>http://crschaub.tumblr.com/post/30269938066</guid><pubDate>Sun, 26 Aug 2012 17:53:23 -0400</pubDate><category>CRSchaub</category><category>poetry</category><category>burn</category><category>gasoline</category><category>bridges</category><category>unhappy</category><category>depression</category></item><item><title>Around us all the light and the noise are intoxicating.
It’s time to go, it’s time to hit the floor...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Around us all the light and the noise are intoxicating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;It’s time to go, it’s time to hit the floor and touch the gas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://crschaub.tumblr.com/post/30246433151</link><guid>http://crschaub.tumblr.com/post/30246433151</guid><pubDate>Sun, 26 Aug 2012 11:59:19 -0400</pubDate><category>CRSchaub</category><category>poetry</category><category>intoxicating</category><category>light</category><category>noise</category><category>time</category><category>hit</category><category>floor</category><category>gas</category></item><item><title>If you ever choose to come down from your insanity,
visit me in reality.
You&amp;#8217;ve been drifting...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;If you ever choose to come down from your insanity,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;visit me in reality.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You&amp;#8217;ve been drifting for so long, &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;and I&amp;#8217;ve been out on a limb for too much time.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The horizon line is blocked,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;and I can&amp;#8217;t see anything through this fog.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;But if you&amp;#8217;d be willing,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#8217;d forget everything.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://crschaub.tumblr.com/post/30234091750</link><guid>http://crschaub.tumblr.com/post/30234091750</guid><pubDate>Sun, 26 Aug 2012 05:46:39 -0400</pubDate><category>CRSchaub</category><category>poetry</category><category>deciet</category><category>betrayal</category><category>hurt</category><category>insanity</category><category>reality</category><category>drifting</category><category>limb</category><category>horizon line</category><category>fog</category><category>forget</category><category>forgive</category></item><item><title>No one looks normal under the mask.
Everyone has inner demons hung out to dry,
dirty laundry has a...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;No one looks normal under the mask.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Everyone has inner demons hung out to dry,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;dirty laundry has a way of resurfacing.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Those scars will be seen,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;the only evasive technique is to be ready.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://crschaub.tumblr.com/post/30219327408</link><guid>http://crschaub.tumblr.com/post/30219327408</guid><pubDate>Sat, 25 Aug 2012 23:51:29 -0400</pubDate><category>CRSchaub</category><category>poetry</category><category>mask</category><category>deciet</category><category>normal</category><category>demons</category><category>hung</category><category>laundry</category><category>scars</category></item><item><title>In this moment,
I could spread my arms and believe I could fly.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;In this moment,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I could spread my arms and believe I could fly.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://crschaub.tumblr.com/post/30163323537</link><guid>http://crschaub.tumblr.com/post/30163323537</guid><pubDate>Sat, 25 Aug 2012 05:49:21 -0400</pubDate><category>CRSchaub</category><category>poetry</category><category>fly</category><category>hope</category></item><item><title>Light doesn&amp;#8217;t only come from under the lampshade,
I can see it in your sheepish grin.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Light doesn&amp;#8217;t only come from under the lampshade,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I can see it in your sheepish grin.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://crschaub.tumblr.com/post/30149952150</link><guid>http://crschaub.tumblr.com/post/30149952150</guid><pubDate>Fri, 24 Aug 2012 23:52:40 -0400</pubDate><category>CRSchaub</category><category>poetry</category><category>light</category><category>lampshade</category><category>lamp</category><category>sheepish</category><category>grin</category></item><item><title>If I could be anything in the world
I would be a raindrop on the back of a dragonfly&amp;#8217;s...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;If I could be anything in the world&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I would be a raindrop on the back of a dragonfly&amp;#8217;s wing.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She would carry me to incredible heights,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;and drop me down into amazing beauty.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://crschaub.tumblr.com/post/30106616310</link><guid>http://crschaub.tumblr.com/post/30106616310</guid><pubDate>Fri, 24 Aug 2012 11:55:20 -0400</pubDate><category>CRSchaub</category><category>poetry</category><category>world</category><category>raindrop</category><category>dragonfly</category><category>wing</category><category>heights</category></item><item><title>Where is the key,
you&amp;#8217;ve hidden it under cups.
Rotating them quickly until I can&amp;#8217;t see...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Where is the key,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;you&amp;#8217;ve hidden it under cups.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Rotating them quickly until I can&amp;#8217;t see it anymore.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://crschaub.tumblr.com/post/30095096532</link><guid>http://crschaub.tumblr.com/post/30095096532</guid><pubDate>Fri, 24 Aug 2012 06:00:12 -0400</pubDate><category>CRSchaub</category><category>poetry</category><category>key</category><category>cups</category><category>spinning</category><category>confused</category></item><item><title>I want the rain to dance on my head,
the wind to whisper delicate phrases into my ear,
the sounds of...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I want the rain to dance on my head,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;the wind to whisper delicate phrases into my ear,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;the sounds of the birds to fill me up with food.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://crschaub.tumblr.com/post/30082641971</link><guid>http://crschaub.tumblr.com/post/30082641971</guid><pubDate>Thu, 23 Aug 2012 23:57:01 -0400</pubDate><category>CRSchaub</category><category>poetry</category><category>rain</category><category>dance</category><category>head</category><category>wind</category><category>whisper</category><category>ear</category><category>birds</category><category>food</category></item><item><title>We all hold pieces of the past,
in the photographs that slowly fade.
The nicknacks we collected...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;We all hold pieces of the past,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;in the photographs that slowly fade.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The nicknacks we collected along the way,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;slowly are thrown away.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://crschaub.tumblr.com/post/30038408567</link><guid>http://crschaub.tumblr.com/post/30038408567</guid><pubDate>Thu, 23 Aug 2012 11:51:46 -0400</pubDate><category>CRSchaub</category><category>poetry</category><category>past</category><category>nicknacks</category><category>memories</category></item><item><title>I want you to cry until it hurts to breathe.
I also want you to breathe until it hurts to cry.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I want you to cry until it hurts to breathe.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I also want you to breathe until it hurts to cry.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://crschaub.tumblr.com/post/30027082560</link><guid>http://crschaub.tumblr.com/post/30027082560</guid><pubDate>Thu, 23 Aug 2012 05:33:19 -0400</pubDate><category>CRSchaub</category><category>poetry</category><category>cry</category><category>breathe</category><category>pain</category><category>endurance</category><category>strength</category></item><item><title>Hello, hello?
Can you hear me where you are?
I miss you so dearly.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Hello, hello?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Can you hear me where you are?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I miss you so dearly.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://crschaub.tumblr.com/post/30014365671</link><guid>http://crschaub.tumblr.com/post/30014365671</guid><pubDate>Wed, 22 Aug 2012 23:56:35 -0400</pubDate><category>CRSchaub</category><category>poetry</category><category>yearning</category><category>missing somone</category><category>hello</category></item><item><title>I can see you there lurking in the shadows,
waiting to bite my ankles and pull me down.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I can see you there lurking in the shadows,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;waiting to bite my ankles and pull me down.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://crschaub.tumblr.com/post/29989832396</link><guid>http://crschaub.tumblr.com/post/29989832396</guid><pubDate>Wed, 22 Aug 2012 17:53:07 -0400</pubDate><category>CRSchaub</category><category>poetry</category><category>lurking</category><category>shadows</category><category>suppressed</category><category>creepy</category></item><item><title>I want to take you to the ocean.
You think everything is in pieces.
Did you know that the shore gets...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I want to take you to the ocean.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You think everything is in pieces.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Did you know that the shore gets crumbled,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;by each wave that slaps its gentle face.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Pieces of sand wash away into that water,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;and still the shore remains strong.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://crschaub.tumblr.com/post/29969575390</link><guid>http://crschaub.tumblr.com/post/29969575390</guid><pubDate>Wed, 22 Aug 2012 11:59:12 -0400</pubDate><category>CRSchaub</category><category>poetry</category><category>beach</category><category>ocean</category><category>metaphor</category><category>faith</category><category>strength</category></item><item><title>Hang on tight and we&amp;#8217;ll go for a spin,
down the lanes of what should have been.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Hang on tight and we&amp;#8217;ll go for a spin,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;down the lanes of what should have been.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://crschaub.tumblr.com/post/29966577285</link><guid>http://crschaub.tumblr.com/post/29966577285</guid><pubDate>Wed, 22 Aug 2012 10:47:30 -0400</pubDate><category>CRSchaub</category><category>poetry</category><category>memory</category><category>regret</category><category>longing</category><category>spin</category></item><item><title>Guilt is my best friend,
though it shouldn&amp;#8217;t be present.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Guilt is my best friend,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;though it shouldn&amp;#8217;t be present.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://crschaub.tumblr.com/post/29158516939</link><guid>http://crschaub.tumblr.com/post/29158516939</guid><pubDate>Fri, 10 Aug 2012 20:25:22 -0400</pubDate><category>CRSchaub</category><category>poetry</category><category>guilt</category><category>pain</category></item><item><title>Call me evil,
because I hold onto my anger.
Call me cruel,
because I just can&amp;#8217;t throw it in...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Call me evil,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;because I hold onto my anger.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Call me cruel,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;because I just can&amp;#8217;t throw it in the wind.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Call me anything you like,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;but I having a hard time forgetting the pain.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://crschaub.tumblr.com/post/28267614538</link><guid>http://crschaub.tumblr.com/post/28267614538</guid><pubDate>Sun, 29 Jul 2012 11:43:00 -0400</pubDate><category>CRSchaub</category><category>poetry</category><category>upset</category><category>sad</category><category>evil</category><category>pain</category></item></channel></rss>
