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O, if you could talk What would you say? If your walls had eyes Would you tell all the bad things? Or the good things? Or would you reveal it all? If your floors could feel Would you remember the little girls stomping up the stairs? Or the happy family playing on the floor with the dogs? Or would you recall a little of both? If your doors and windows could smell Would you remember the smell of burnt pizza? Or the aromas of Christmas with the family? Or would you smile fondly at both memories? If you could think Would you think about the good things? Or the bad things? Or both? Or neither? Would you prefer to think about the people who lived here before us? Or speculate about the people who will live here after us? Would you think of us fondly? Or wish us away? I wish you could tell me...
loco_baby · Tue Jan 30, 2007 @ 09:38pm · 0 Comments |
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Wow, I haven't posted in forever! Well, anyways, new song...
And we could run away To the dark side of the moon And we could fly away To the dark side of the moon We can break through their defenses Push em all away We can jump over their fences To get to the dark side of the moon
loco_baby · Sun Jan 28, 2007 @ 01:46pm · 0 Comments |
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I love you but I have to go I'm sorry if I hurt you But I can never rest in peace Until my life is through My time is here I hope to see you on the other side I'll always be beside you But this is my last good-bye.
loco_baby · Sun Jan 14, 2007 @ 04:04am · 0 Comments |
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You don't know how much you mean to me. All I can think about is you. I don't want to hurt you, but I don't know how not to. Only in my wildest fantasies is there such a thing as a perfect life. Prince Charming is dead. I've learned to accept that. But here lately, I'm not so sure. Maybe there's hope yet. Countless times I've wondered if you're the reason I'm still alive. Whether I want to admit it or not, you are. We get through David, Jason, and JJ on a daily basis, so I know we can get through anything. No matter what happens, I'll never forget you.
loco_baby · Fri Jan 12, 2007 @ 12:52am · 0 Comments |
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Why can’t I cry? No matter how hard I try, I can’t cry. I need to, but, for all my stupid pride, No matter how hard I try, I can’t cry. There’s this feeling inside Like Hoover Dam, Tons of water building up inside But, no matter how much I need to relieve the pressure, I just can’t cry. I”ve trained myself that way, you know. I couldn’t deal with all the pain. I made myself numb. I had to. It was self-preservation. But nobody understands. Now people are dead, and I should be crying. I miss them, but I just can’t make myself show it. My parents yell, my friends suffer and die, my cousin has a baby, my sister overreacts to everything, my best friend is distant, my boyfriend’s a hermit, and I don’t know why, but I just can’t cry. No matter how hard I try, I can’t cry.
loco_baby · Fri Jan 05, 2007 @ 02:02am · 0 Comments |
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Orange, webbed feet kick about above me as my mind wanders. What’s that little wiggly thing? It looks like food…Aaahhh!!! Humans!!! Stop kicking me, you stupid creatures! Honestly, humans just don’t know how to swim without splashing around and generally making a mess of things! When will they ever learn? “Oh, hi, Carol.” “Hi, sweetie,” she replies. “What ya been up to?” “Not much,” I tell her. “Just swimming.” “Interesting…” she remarks, swimming away. As I return my concentration to the wiggly food-like thing in front of me, TJ nudges me from behind. He’s got a big head and whiskers, and he doesn’t keep much company. He knows everyone in the lake, from the lowliest mussel to the oldest, wisest turtle, but he doesn’t hang out with any one group in particular. I’m surprised to see him out at this time of day, but it must be urgent, because he just mutters something of an apology and leaves hurriedly. One of these days, I’ll ask him why he’s in such a hurry, but it’s not a big deal. If he doesn’t want to tell me, that’s his business. Ooohh, shiny!!! I want it! Must get… “Good afternoon, Josh.” “Oh, hello, Margie.” Margaret Jeanna, the most beautiful girl around, is speaking to me. I don’t really know what I’m saying, but when do I ever? I see her mouth moving, but I don’t hear a word she’s saying. It’s probably just small talk, anyway…but I have to focus, just in case she says something good…come on, focus… “…but I’m not sure if you’d want to. Well, I’ll see you around.” “But…okay. See you later.” Why can’t I concentrate when she’s around? I feel like an idiot!!!!! Wiggly thing!!! There it went! I’m getting hungry…Maybe I should catch it. It would be really good…looks slimy. And so fat, too…Ow!!!! Mu mouf hurz! Wha is dis? Why’m I ge’in cwosa to da wight?!?!? Aaaaahhh!!!!!!!!!!! My mouth still hurts. And I’m cold. There’re too many of us crammed into this little bit of space. I want some warmer water. And some room to swim. It’s hard to breathe in here…I can barely hear anything. The new fish on top are talking to each other and just having a grand old time. Somebody should warn them to conserve their oxygen…But I’m too tired…Need to tell them…So tired…I can’t see anything! Wait, where am I? Last thing I remember, I was talking to TJ. Why are there…so many…other…?
Okay, so this one's actually a short story, but I'll put it here anyways.
loco_baby · Thu Jan 04, 2007 @ 02:31am · 0 Comments |
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With a smile on his face And a song in his heart, Little Billy headed Down to the corner mart.
This had to be special. This had to be grand. This was for the prettiest Young girl in the land.
He counted his money And gave it to the man behind the counter. He couldn't wait to see her Next day to give it to her.
Next morning he saw her Just where he thought he would. His palms were cold and sweaty. He dried them as best he could.
He marche up behind her And tapped her on the shoulder. Before she even turned around His heart felt like a boulder.
He always called her stupid And sometimes even thought so, But as he stood there staring He just wished she could know.
He wished that she could see inside, Could see just how he felt. That way he wouldn't have to do this, And his heart just might not melt.
She turned around and looked at him And saw them in his hand. A tiny pair of earrings In an eight-year-old's small hand.
They smiled at each other and, As far as I can tell, This little third-grade romance Should play out very well.
loco_baby · Tue Jan 02, 2007 @ 05:08pm · 0 Comments |
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Inside the depths of my heart
Love abounds for you. Only you can make me feel this Vexing emotion, Entering this strange new realm,
Young and carefree. Over and over you drag me down Under my own emotions.
loco_baby · Mon Jan 01, 2007 @ 07:18pm · 0 Comments |
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Swirling clouds of smoke and haze Cover all my thoughts and feelings Every time I walk past him, Think of him, see him, every minute of every day His kiss haunts me and his face taunst me. His smell lingers everywhere. I feel his touch even when he's nowhere around.
I'm so scared he doesn't feel the same, And all I can do is think, But when I think, I lose my mind.
His face, his smell, his kiss, his touch. He's driving me crazy, and he doesn't even know it!
loco_baby · Sat Dec 30, 2006 @ 09:19pm · 0 Comments |
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