<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2893533381422791565</id><updated>2011-10-03T19:52:26.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bluegoldfish</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegoldfish.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2893533381422791565/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegoldfish.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>this girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/19/159840628_c347db3285_o.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>47</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2893533381422791565.post-1414087233168738612</id><published>2008-05-20T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T23:12:09.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>more at</title><content type='html'>more poems &lt;i&gt;&lt;font color="77BC45"&gt;(italicised in green)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font color&gt; throughout my blog at &lt;a href="http://brokenflamingo.blogspot.com"&gt;brokenflamingo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://static.flickr.com/19/159840628_c347db3285_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2893533381422791565.post-728956480121330111</id><published>2008-05-20T14:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T01:24:13.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>paranoia; what a life we live; delusions; running scared</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;paranoia&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;did i tell you i dont go out no more?&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;there’s a man on the corner in a black raincoat&lt;br&gt;he is a monster, standing under the streetlight&lt;br&gt;smoking a cigarette, watching my house,&lt;br&gt;thinking my name.&lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt;so&lt;br&gt;i’ve locked my doors and shut my windows&lt;br&gt;and closed the blinds&lt;br&gt;i can hardly turn a light on&lt;br&gt;more or less look at myself.&lt;Br&gt;&lt;P&gt;i know he’s out there&lt;BR&gt;for i have seen him.&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;and i dont go out no more.&lt;Br&gt;&lt;P&gt;because there’s a cab driver going down my street&lt;Br&gt;writing my name on a piece of paper and slipping it&lt;Br&gt;to the man in the backseat, smoking a cigar in the darkness.&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;and they know i know.&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;and there’s a man sitting near the subway&lt;Br&gt;looking for me from behind the dark sunglasses&lt;Br&gt;he wears at night.&lt;Br&gt;he plays the guitar&lt;br&gt;and if you listen closely&lt;br&gt;every once in a while my name&lt;Br&gt;whispers through his lyrics.&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;and my mother isnt my mother anymore&lt;Br&gt;she is a ghost, making hollow footsteps on the rug,&lt;br&gt;she works for the man in the raincoat&lt;Br&gt;flicking his cigarette and thinking my name.&lt;Br&gt;&lt;P&gt;and my dog has tried to kill me&lt;br&gt;they’ve put things inside his head&lt;br&gt;and now he is a dragon&lt;br&gt;spitting fire when he barks.&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;but he dont bark no more.&lt;br&gt;i’ve put a stop to that.&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;and i can see the man from here,&lt;br&gt;standing in the rain.&lt;br&gt;he has no face, he checks his watch, he is the devil.&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;my sister says i’m paranoid, that mother’s still alive&lt;br&gt;but i know the truth, i saw him there.&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;thats why i dont go out no more.&lt;br&gt;have i told you that?&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;**************&lt;P&gt;&lt;u&gt;what a life we live&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;got a knock on the door&lt;br&gt;tv blarin talk shows&lt;br&gt;sally showed up on montel&lt;br&gt;had problems of her own&lt;br&gt;that oprah couldnt solve&lt;br&gt;macaroni cookin on the stove&lt;br&gt;cat sunnin on the couch&lt;br&gt;dog barkin at whoever's knockin&lt;br&gt;clyde screamin at maria next door&lt;br&gt;cops eatin donuts on the curb&lt;br&gt;smokin cigarettes and laughin&lt;br&gt;what a town we live in, i say&lt;Br&gt;what a life we live&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;taxi parked outside&lt;br&gt;while denny gathers his things&lt;br&gt;screamin at susanne&lt;br&gt;as the kids runnin around outside&lt;br&gt;in no clothes&lt;br&gt;aunt clara eatin cheerios&lt;Br&gt;and self help tapes blarin through her headphones&lt;br&gt;got purple polish on her toes&lt;Br&gt;tattoos on her legs&lt;Br&gt;glitter on her face&lt;br&gt;momma's walkin round at her own pace&lt;Br&gt;what a house we live in, i say&lt;br&gt;what a life we live&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;step outside and see&lt;br&gt;old joe sellin cigars from his car&lt;br&gt;makin no money for the third day&lt;Br&gt;while jackson walks up and down the road&lt;br&gt;talkin to no one in particular&lt;br&gt;handin out twenties&lt;br&gt;and smilin with his toothless grin&lt;br&gt;while grandma is the next of kin&lt;br&gt;to ninety year old lou&lt;br&gt;who still sings in the church choir&lt;br&gt;on market street&lt;br&gt;and wears a white mustache&lt;br&gt;and cowboy boots&lt;br&gt;what a world we live in, i say&lt;Br&gt;what a life we live&lt;br&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;**************&lt;P&gt;&lt;u&gt;delusions&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;you got your dog playin poker again&lt;br&gt;and your cat drinkin whiskey while&lt;br&gt;your mama’s smokin like a chimney&lt;Br&gt;and your fathers at a peep show&lt;br&gt;you got your brother passed out on the floor&lt;br&gt;and your sisters takin coke&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;you turn to see&lt;br&gt;a mouse on a noose&lt;br&gt;and a cow runnin loose&lt;br&gt;in your yard&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;theres a snowman across the street&lt;BR&gt;watchin the neighbors get undressed&lt;Br&gt;and a man in his car&lt;br&gt;waiting for the signal&lt;br&gt;from the snowman across the street&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;they work for the man down the block&lt;br&gt;with his telescope and magazines&lt;Br&gt;and the beer he guzzles nite and day&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;the calendar says july&lt;br&gt;but you dont see how or why&lt;Br&gt;theres a snowman across the street&lt;br&gt;with bulging eyes and a long orange nose&lt;Br&gt;he hides his mouth with a big blue scarf&lt;br&gt;but you know he has teeth&lt;br&gt;and he wants to eat&lt;br&gt;the neighbors across the street&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;your head starts to spin&lt;Br&gt;you throw up again&lt;BR&gt;and you realize&lt;br&gt;it was all a long dream&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;**************&lt;P&gt;&lt;u&gt;running scared&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;i’m running but i’m not scared of what i see&lt;br&gt;i see the clouds above me&lt;br&gt;in front of the everchanging colors of the sky&lt;br&gt;the wind touches me and lets out a sigh&lt;Br&gt;and i’m hiding from the woman down the street&lt;br&gt;as she talks to herself and never sees me&lt;br&gt;i ran into the ancient burial grounds&lt;br&gt;with the tombstones from yesterday&lt;br&gt;and they all have my name carved into them&lt;Br&gt;with different dates&lt;br&gt;and i’m running past the twisted trees&lt;br&gt;and the churches with the beautiful glass&lt;br&gt;and the angels looking after me&lt;Br&gt;i ran into the forest and swam in the lake&lt;br&gt;i felt the rain upon me&lt;br&gt;and the thunder calling out for me&lt;br&gt;i climbed the stone wall&lt;Br&gt;and fell into the buring pile of insects&lt;Br&gt;they enveloped me&lt;Br&gt;but i got free&lt;br&gt;and i’m running on the beach&lt;br&gt;in the dark humid nite&lt;Br&gt;theres no stars shining down on me&lt;br&gt;all i can see&lt;br&gt;is my shadow chasing after me&lt;br&gt;and i darted into the traffic&lt;br&gt;and the horns shouted out at me&lt;br&gt;and i ran into the graveyard&lt;br&gt;with the black cats and spiders&lt;br&gt;lurking around me&lt;br&gt;and i ran into the mausoleum&lt;Br&gt;and i talked with the woman&lt;br&gt;talking to me&lt;br&gt;and i blew her a kiss&lt;br&gt;and she touched me&lt;Br&gt;and i felt the coolness of her hand&lt;br&gt;and i turned and i ran&lt;br&gt;i ran away from her&lt;br&gt;i ran from the ghost&lt;br&gt;who called out to me&lt;br&gt;and said “the only way to get back home&lt;br&gt;is to quit running for a change”&lt;br&gt;and i smelled her rotten stench&lt;br&gt;and i ran from the decaying bones&lt;br&gt;as the hands came up after me&lt;Br&gt;i turned away and i felt something&lt;br&gt;slimy against my skin&lt;br&gt;so i ran into the forest&lt;br&gt;past the bare trees&lt;br&gt;and the owls looking after me&lt;Br&gt;i found myself staring at myself&lt;br&gt;sitting on my porch&lt;br&gt;the sun was setting&lt;Br&gt;across the mountains&lt;Br&gt;and i waded in the streams&lt;Br&gt;and caught a fish that nite&lt;br&gt;i ran into the sky&lt;br&gt;felt free as a bird&lt;br&gt;as i soared into oblivion&lt;br&gt;with the wind in my face&lt;br&gt;and i’m not running anymore&lt;br&gt;theres nothing to be afraid of like before&lt;br&gt;i’m sitting in my room looking outside&lt;br&gt;and i dont have to cry cause everything is fine&lt;br&gt;tomorrow is another day i need not fear&lt;br&gt;i just hope that i’ll still be here&lt;br&gt;cause i ran and i guess i’m still running scared today&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/19/159840628_c347db3285_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2893533381422791565.post-7968411083148732659</id><published>2008-05-20T14:28:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T01:26:29.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>life; can you handle</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;life&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;i got macaroni on the stove&lt;br&gt;and a tv dinner in the oven,&lt;br&gt;kool aid on the table&lt;br&gt;i got a cat on the couch&lt;Br&gt;and a dog in the yard&lt;br&gt;i got a fish floatin in the tank&lt;Br&gt;and one down the drain&lt;br&gt;my life aint mine anymore&lt;br&gt;its all fallin to my knees&lt;br&gt;i’m swimming in the ocean&lt;Br&gt;and a vulture tries to get me&lt;Br&gt;while i’m passed out in the desert&lt;Br&gt;where am i?&lt;br&gt;i think i’m at your place&lt;Br&gt;but i cant be sure&lt;br&gt;i dont recognize your face&lt;br&gt;from all the others&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;i got talk shows on tv&lt;Br&gt;and talk shows on the radio&lt;br&gt;i got a window open in my room&lt;Br&gt;and the air on in the other&lt;Br&gt;i got the kitchen sink runnin&lt;Br&gt;without the drain&lt;Br&gt;whats the point?&lt;Br&gt;i dont know&lt;br&gt;why the kids runnin round&lt;br&gt;in no clothes&lt;Br&gt;and theres a mouse on the floor&lt;br&gt;eating cheerios&lt;br&gt;with my cat watchin the birds outside&lt;br&gt;you look at me and you see me&lt;br&gt;sittin at the sewin machine&lt;br&gt;makin sumthin for my dog&lt;br&gt;who freezes outside&lt;br&gt;where could you be?&lt;br&gt;i dont see you in the crowd&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;i got the gospel on my records&lt;Br&gt;and the hard rock on my cd’s&lt;Br&gt;i got self help tapes on cassette&lt;Br&gt;whats with that?&lt;Br&gt;and who are you?&lt;br&gt;i got the calendar on the wrong month&lt;br&gt;and the alarm set for yesterday&lt;Br&gt;i got money spread around the house&lt;Br&gt;and the car on in the driveway&lt;Br&gt;i got a snowman in the yard&lt;br&gt;i drive a cab&lt;Br&gt;but you havent called for one yet&lt;br&gt;where could you be at?&lt;br&gt;i didnt see you at the zoo&lt;Br&gt;watching the lions eat their meat&lt;br&gt;i didnt see you at the museum either&lt;br&gt;where could you be?&lt;br&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;P&gt;************&lt;P&gt;last nite i had a dream&lt;br&gt;you came to me and held me in your arms&lt;br&gt;it felt so nice to be back&lt;br&gt;the way it use to be&lt;br&gt;you whispering in my ear&lt;br&gt;can you hear&lt;br&gt;my heart beating next to yours&lt;br&gt;in sync with your soul&lt;br&gt;its nice to see your face again&lt;br&gt;i missed you so&lt;br&gt;and can you feel&lt;br&gt;my hands touching your body&lt;br&gt;this is the way it should be&lt;br&gt;i dont want you to ever leave again&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;but when i get lonely&lt;br&gt;i lay awake and dream&lt;br&gt;that you are here&lt;br&gt;telling me&lt;br&gt;that there is more to love than just dreams&lt;br&gt;that theres more to believe in&lt;br&gt;than just what is there&lt;br&gt;that what you cant touch&lt;br&gt;may just be what you need&lt;Br&gt;&lt;P&gt;and love will always prevail&lt;Br&gt;wherever you are think of me&lt;br&gt;and even when the nite is long&lt;br&gt;its long for someone else too&lt;br&gt;and not just you or me&lt;br&gt;and tears that fall they always dry&lt;br&gt;you just dont know why&lt;br&gt;the rain seemed to fall&lt;br&gt;and its always cold where i lay&lt;br&gt;unless you're there to keep me warm&lt;br&gt;cant you come and keep me warm&lt;br&gt;and talk to me until i sleep&lt;br&gt;i think thats just what i need&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;***************&lt;P&gt;&lt;u&gt;Can you handle&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;tip my head to the sky&lt;br&gt;asked myself why&lt;br&gt;cant i be that perfect star up there&lt;br&gt;that everyone gazes at&lt;br&gt;singing&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;starlight starbright&lt;br&gt;first star i see tonite&lt;br&gt;i wish i may&lt;br&gt;i wish i might&lt;br&gt;have this wish i wish tonite&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;looked down at the sand&lt;br&gt;asked myself how can&lt;br&gt;i survive the crashing waves&lt;br&gt;that wash this sand away&lt;br&gt;without washing me away too&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;mirror mirror on the wall&lt;br&gt;who's the fairest one of all&lt;br&gt;look at me&lt;br&gt;its not me&lt;br&gt;cause i am such a mess&lt;br&gt;i can obsess i must confess&lt;br&gt;just dont obsess over me&lt;Br&gt;cause baby i already got you down pat&lt;br&gt;so how is that?&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;look to my left and to my right&lt;br&gt;all i can see is the desert in my sight&lt;br&gt;asked myself which way do i go&lt;br&gt;whats the best&lt;br&gt;here or there&lt;br&gt;near or far&lt;Br&gt;where you are&lt;br&gt;this or that&lt;br&gt;how bout that&lt;br&gt;take it or leave it&lt;br&gt;love me or hate me&lt;br&gt;whats it gonna be?&lt;Br&gt;&lt;P&gt;can you handle my desires&lt;br&gt;can you handle my fears&lt;br&gt;can you handle all the love in my tears&lt;br&gt;can you love me&lt;br&gt;for me and not what you need&lt;Br&gt;can you handle the insanities that i bring&lt;br&gt;coffee or tea?&lt;br&gt;baby, black or cream?&lt;br&gt;me or&lt;br&gt;me&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;***************&lt;P&gt;i thought i heard your whispers&lt;br&gt;last nite in my dream&lt;br&gt;and the reflection of your face looked&lt;br&gt;right back at me it seemed&lt;br&gt;i was sleeping when i thought i was awake&lt;br&gt;but i know i heard your voice&lt;br&gt;and i saw your face&lt;br&gt;all those echoes are starting to scare me&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;this is not what i wanted&lt;br&gt;this is not where i need to be&lt;br&gt;in a hall of mirrors&lt;br&gt;with a glass of champagne&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;hello are you still there?&lt;br&gt;i can taste your skin&lt;br&gt;and smell that scent&lt;br&gt;it was me running on the horizon&lt;br&gt;running after you&lt;br&gt;thats all i seem to do these days&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;this is not what i wanted&lt;br&gt;this is not where i should be&lt;br&gt;in a house of horrors&lt;br&gt;with a bag of popcorn&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;you ran away but you are still here&lt;br&gt;my memory isnt as bad as you think&lt;br&gt;it was just last month you were there&lt;br&gt;telling me its all a dream&lt;br&gt;and someday you shall return to me&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;well this is what i want&lt;br&gt;this is where you have to be&lt;br&gt;in my arms in my bed&lt;br&gt;with our blanket of desire&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;***************&lt;P&gt;took myself down to the oceanside&lt;br&gt;had a bottle of wine&lt;br&gt;with a blanket of stars and seashells&lt;br&gt;waiting on him as he takes his time&lt;br&gt;but he can take all the time he needs&lt;br&gt;cause right now all these stars&lt;br&gt;just happen to be what i need too&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;if i could get outta this skin&lt;br&gt;then i think i would take a ride&lt;br&gt;down to the corner for a margarita&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;dont talk to me&lt;br&gt;cause when you do&lt;br&gt;you tend to linger&lt;br&gt;and i dont need that right now&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;took myself to the aquarium to see&lt;br&gt;all the sweet surrenders that are there for me&lt;br&gt;swirling colors fading into one another&lt;br&gt;blue lights turning me to dust&lt;br&gt;i knew i had to get outta there&lt;br&gt;the laughter was just too much for me&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;if i could get outta this skin&lt;br&gt;then i would spread my wings&lt;br&gt;and fly across this indian summer sun&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;maybe you should talk to me&lt;br&gt;cause when you do&lt;br&gt;you tend to melt me away&lt;br&gt;and i need that right now&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;took myself to the desert&lt;br&gt;thought maybe i could get a glimpse of the future&lt;br&gt;if i stepped into the past&lt;br&gt;but all i saw were the clouds&lt;Br&gt;covering the marble sky&lt;br&gt;and all i could think&lt;br&gt;was he needs his time&lt;br&gt;but maybe so do i&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;and i know&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;if i could get outta this skin&lt;br&gt;i would shed the memories i have of me&lt;br&gt;and send them to the moon&lt;br&gt;cause theres no one on the moon&lt;br&gt;and thats just where i need to be&lt;Br&gt;right now&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;so talk to me&lt;br&gt;i may not be your beauty queen anymore&lt;br&gt;but at least we can still smile&lt;br&gt;and thats what we both need right now&lt;br&gt;while we take up all the space needed&lt;br&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2893533381422791565-7968411083148732659?l=bluegoldfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegoldfish.blogspot.com/feeds/7968411083148732659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2893533381422791565&amp;postID=7968411083148732659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2893533381422791565/posts/default/7968411083148732659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2893533381422791565/posts/default/7968411083148732659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegoldfish.blogspot.com/2008/05/can-you-handle.html' title='life; can you handle'/><author><name>this girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/19/159840628_c347db3285_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2893533381422791565.post-1819169064841898337</id><published>2008-05-20T14:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T01:16:47.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>losin myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;losin myself&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;took the day in soaked it in my skin&lt;br&gt;lost my mind in a moments time&lt;br&gt;thinking bout where i never been&lt;br&gt;what i never done&lt;br&gt;and why he just aint where i need him to be&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;i just been losin myself too much&lt;br&gt;waiting on things that arent coming my way&lt;br&gt;thinkin things that prevail over what should be there&lt;br&gt;and what isnt there&lt;br&gt;is what i need the most&lt;br&gt;but i'll just count my blessings and wait&lt;br&gt;for the moment when its all ok for me&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;took the night apart soaked it in my heart&lt;br&gt;found my life in the second i thought he was alright&lt;br&gt;thought about what was right&lt;br&gt;and who was wrong&lt;Br&gt;and sometimes i seem to be so wrong&lt;Br&gt;but so can he&lt;Br&gt;&lt;P&gt;and i just been losin myself so much&lt;br&gt;walkin down roads that dont go anywhere&lt;br&gt;spreading my wings when i cant fly&lt;br&gt;thought about takin a vacation&lt;br&gt;while waiting on him to get his act together&lt;br&gt;and tell me its not just show and tell&lt;br&gt;and someday it will be more important&lt;br&gt;to look back and laugh&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;whats my name again?&lt;br&gt;i cant seem to remember much of yesterday&lt;br&gt;the lightning strikes me so hard&lt;br&gt;that it shakes the sense outta me&lt;br&gt;and i fall over&lt;br&gt;just waitin on him to say he loves me&lt;br&gt;more than he loves myself&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;but i've been losing myself a lot lately&lt;br&gt;sayin its alright and he's just fine&lt;Br&gt;waiting on the rain to fall&lt;br&gt;thinking it just wont ever come again&lt;br&gt;but the more i listen then&lt;br&gt;the more i know&lt;Br&gt;he's there for me&lt;br&gt;even when i'm not there for myself&lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt;but there are times when i see&lt;br&gt;i've burned myself dry&lt;br&gt;waiting on myself&lt;br&gt;to wake up and realize&lt;br&gt;i needed to open my eyes&lt;br&gt;long before then cause&lt;br&gt;i've been losin myself too much&lt;br&gt;and i'm glad he's there to find me&lt;br&gt;when i need to be found&lt;br&gt;hope i can find him too&lt;br&gt;when its his time to be found&lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt;i just wish he would give himself time&lt;br&gt;to fade into me&lt;br&gt;cause i seem to keep fading myself&lt;br&gt;into him&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;***************&lt;P&gt;&lt;u&gt;just me&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;if i peel away myself&lt;br&gt;do you think i'll find me&lt;br&gt;hiding somewhere underneath?&lt;br&gt;and if i wipe away the sand&lt;br&gt;will i find the castle&lt;br&gt;thats been lost there for years?&lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt;i thought the sky was falling&lt;br&gt;but i guess it was just me&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;when you wash away the skin&lt;br&gt;do you think you'll find yourself&lt;br&gt;living on top of some old bones?&lt;br&gt;and when you let out a thick breath&lt;br&gt;do you think you're whispering my name&lt;br&gt;when i cant even hear your voice?&lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt;i thought the boat was sinking&lt;Br&gt;but i guess it was just me&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;if the wind knocks me over on my way to see you&lt;Br&gt;do you think you'll come to rescue me&lt;br&gt;when you dont even know if you can survive?&lt;br&gt;and if the land starts to break with you on it&lt;br&gt;do you think i will snap you up&lt;Br&gt;when i cant even snap myself up sometimes?&lt;br&gt;but babe i think i'll try&lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt;i thought the dead were talking in hymns&lt;br&gt;but i guess it was just me&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;it always seems to be me&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2893533381422791565-1819169064841898337?l=bluegoldfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegoldfish.blogspot.com/feeds/1819169064841898337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2893533381422791565&amp;postID=1819169064841898337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2893533381422791565/posts/default/1819169064841898337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2893533381422791565/posts/default/1819169064841898337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegoldfish.blogspot.com/2008/05/losin-myself.html' title='losin myself'/><author><name>this girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/19/159840628_c347db3285_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2893533381422791565.post-1208222272263211241</id><published>2008-05-20T14:27:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T01:23:03.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mama</title><content type='html'>“Mama what does it mean when Daddy says&lt;br&gt;not to come&lt;br&gt;when i am already there with him&lt;br&gt;chewing on my bubble gum?”&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;mama looked up at me&lt;br&gt;with wide eyes&lt;br&gt;and to my suprise&lt;br&gt;daddy ended up shot down&lt;br&gt;and now mama’s doin time downtown&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;“he neva shoulda touched you at all"&lt;br&gt;she said to me&lt;br&gt;from behind a glass wall &lt;br&gt;with tears running from her eyes&lt;br&gt;“you’re only five”&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;i didn’t know he was doin something bad&lt;Br&gt;until mama took things into her own hands&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;**************&lt;P&gt;the dark is lingering&lt;br&gt;and bringing back your spell&lt;br&gt;the time is almost near&lt;br&gt;and its all the same as it usually is&lt;br&gt;we both know we have nothing to fear&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;i run into you&lt;br&gt;same time same place&lt;Br&gt;bending time and space&lt;br&gt;lost myself in your papercup&lt;br&gt;just like i always do&lt;Br&gt;when we go to the late nite picture show&lt;br&gt;and then back to your place&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;if you put your lean meat&lt;br&gt;in the darkest of my caves&lt;br&gt;you just might bring on the waves&lt;br&gt;that flutter through the sea&lt;br&gt;that floats inside of me&lt;br&gt;and i like to feel your earthquake&lt;br&gt;as it enters when i am at my highest stake&lt;br&gt;this is what i think i crave&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;so touch the mountains&lt;br&gt;and kiss the peaks&lt;br&gt;make the sky quiver with your silences&lt;br&gt;and take your time my sweet&lt;br&gt;this is what we both need&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;and&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;i can feel you waiting there&lt;br&gt;in antici&lt;br&gt;pation&lt;br&gt;for the arrival of another tremor&lt;br&gt;escaping my wet bayou.&lt;br&gt;i can feel you waiting there&lt;br&gt;fingers soaking from the rain&lt;br&gt;that seems to pour from&lt;br&gt;my sweet ravine.&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;and i am waiting here&lt;br&gt;ready to take all the meat&lt;br&gt;you offer me&lt;br&gt;and swallow it&lt;br&gt;deep.&lt;br&gt;i can sweep you off your&lt;br&gt;feet.&lt;br&gt;as you take your time&lt;br&gt;silencing my bayou&lt;br&gt;waiting for your own tremors&lt;Br&gt;to pound into the ravine.&lt;Br&gt;i think its time&lt;br&gt;we take a ride&lt;br&gt;down to the central station&lt;br&gt;where we both can relinquish ourselves.&lt;br&gt;waiting in antici&lt;br&gt;pation&lt;br&gt;for the moment we join.&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;**************&lt;P&gt;&lt;u&gt;hey pablo&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;hey pablo&lt;br&gt;maria said she needs a ride&lt;br&gt;cant you help a poor soul out&lt;br&gt;once in a while&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;she needs to disappear this time&lt;Br&gt;in a perfect green martini&lt;br&gt;and a blue guitarist&lt;br&gt;singing sweet jesus&lt;br&gt;amazing grace&lt;br&gt;this is a purple haze&lt;br&gt;cant seem to wake from my weary days&lt;Br&gt;this mountaintop is way too high&lt;Br&gt;and i think i smoked too much tonite&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;hey pablo cant you see&lt;br&gt;the cubistic ways of yours tear me&lt;br&gt;into a three way silent school girl&lt;br&gt;jump rope&lt;Br&gt;skip rope&lt;br&gt;one. two. three.&lt;br&gt;lets go to the corner for a cigarette&lt;br&gt;i think i need a drink&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;hey pablo you know&lt;br&gt;since humpty dumpty fell off his wall last nite&lt;Br&gt;i havent been the same&lt;br&gt;and pablo baby i cant even remember my own name.&lt;br&gt;wait for me while maria locks up her mind&lt;br&gt;away from your hands.&lt;br&gt;i’ll take my time getting there&lt;br&gt;meet me halfway in the sand&lt;br&gt;i’ll soon get somewhere&lt;br&gt;but only if you help me out&lt;Br&gt;hey pablo&lt;br&gt;cause maria needs a ride tonite&lt;br&gt;cant you help a poor soul out&lt;br&gt;once in a while&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://static.flickr.com/19/159840628_c347db3285_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2893533381422791565.post-8679023062204406148</id><published>2008-05-20T14:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T01:18:48.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you think</title><content type='html'>i guess you think i’m not sleeping alone tonite&lt;br&gt;i guess i think your right&lt;br&gt;theres a second shadow sleeping underneath my covers&lt;br&gt;if i turn out the light you wont know about the others&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;for all the time i lost&lt;br&gt;i guess its time i make a change&lt;Br&gt;i’m runnin down to the shore&lt;br&gt;maybe you’ll be there when i see&lt;br&gt;the stars watching over me tonite&lt;br&gt;cause i am not sleeping alone this time&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;i got lost on my way to your big break&lt;br&gt;forgive me i need to be awake&lt;Br&gt;when you shoot the motors running in my mind&lt;br&gt;this is not where i need to be tonite&lt;br&gt;i should be sleeping alone this time&lt;br&gt;but i guess its ok, love&lt;Br&gt;we all make at least one mistake&lt;br&gt;this time i made three to your none&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;and one of these days&lt;br&gt;i think i’ll learn the danger of my ways&lt;br&gt;and maybe one of these days&lt;br&gt;i’ll change my ways&lt;Br&gt;and turn around and come home&lt;Br&gt;i just need to rearrange my wig&lt;br&gt;let me put on my makeup, you see&lt;br&gt;i’m losing the look i tried to find&lt;br&gt;in your duffel bag&lt;Br&gt;hollywood aint ready for you babe&lt;br&gt;they need me tonite&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;**************&lt;P&gt;&lt;u&gt;thought about leavin&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;the faster you leave tonite&lt;br&gt;the quicker i can get back to grey&lt;br&gt;if i live one more nite in this garage&lt;br&gt;i think i’ll never see another day&lt;br&gt;and i know we’ve all seen things&lt;br&gt;that no one wants to talk about&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;you thought about leaving tonite&lt;br&gt;baby take me with you&lt;Br&gt;this aint the way i need to be wasting&lt;br&gt;the time i dont got to waste&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;so let me jump on your back&lt;br&gt;walk me down to the ocean&lt;Br&gt;its the only salvage i reside in&lt;Br&gt;i dont agree with what you want me for&lt;br&gt;but baby i think i’ll stay&lt;br&gt;right here on your back&lt;br&gt;i just need a little gravity to keep me alive&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;i thought about leavin last nite&lt;br&gt;baby i’ll take you with me&lt;br&gt;this aint the way we need to be wasting&lt;Br&gt;when we aint got the love to waste&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2893533381422791565-8679023062204406148?l=bluegoldfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegoldfish.blogspot.com/feeds/8679023062204406148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2893533381422791565&amp;postID=8679023062204406148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2893533381422791565/posts/default/8679023062204406148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2893533381422791565/posts/default/8679023062204406148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegoldfish.blogspot.com/2008/05/delusions.html' title='you think'/><author><name>this girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/19/159840628_c347db3285_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2893533381422791565.post-2922976678223217700</id><published>2008-05-20T14:26:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T14:27:13.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blue raincoat</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;blue raincoat&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;you called me up&lt;br&gt;on the tele&lt;br&gt;phone&lt;br&gt;i said baby i aint here&lt;br&gt;leave a message after&lt;br&gt;the tone&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;i wonder&lt;Br&gt;what your doing out there&lt;br&gt;in this black detroit sky&lt;br&gt;on the coast of my survival&lt;br&gt;in my blue raincoat&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;steady my hands&lt;Br&gt;as it comes&lt;br&gt;i cant stop shaking&lt;Br&gt;lately&lt;br&gt;it all seems&lt;br&gt;to destroy my&lt;br&gt;image of myself&lt;br&gt;whats it mean&lt;br&gt;if i am made of&lt;Br&gt;you and&lt;br&gt;you are made&lt;br&gt;of darker meat&lt;br&gt;than i am use to tasting&lt;br&gt;chocolate on my fingers&lt;br&gt;tasting good&lt;Br&gt;youre part of me now&lt;br&gt;steady your hands&lt;br&gt;as i come&lt;br&gt;oblivion in your mouth&lt;br&gt;raindrops on my blue raincoat&lt;P&gt;***************&lt;P&gt;&lt;u&gt;another round&lt;/u&gt;&lt;Br&gt;if i said tonite&lt;br&gt;would you tell me the same&lt;br&gt;if i said i saw an ordinary man&lt;br&gt;in your eyes would you push me away&lt;br&gt;buy me another round&lt;br&gt;youre so beautiful&lt;Br&gt;you can own me now&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;like dreams&lt;Br&gt;the animal in you seems&lt;br&gt;to be perfectly perfect&lt;br&gt;impossible to pass&lt;br&gt;the ride is so smooth&lt;br&gt;i think i lost my way on that horizon&lt;br&gt;yesterday i was asleep&lt;br&gt;today you woke me up&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;you know what i want&lt;br&gt;let me take a drink of you&lt;br&gt;i bet you taste like strawberry wine&lt;Br&gt;in your white trash suburbanite home&lt;br&gt;and your blue collar&lt;Br&gt;under the wing west side story&lt;br&gt;i bet you think i think youre what you seem&lt;br&gt;if you think i cant see past your hardcore jealousy&lt;Br&gt;then you must think i got lost in your&lt;br&gt;delieverance of my bugle&lt;br&gt;that i left last nite in your back pocket&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;boy youre so beautiful&lt;br&gt;buy me another round&lt;Br&gt;and let me own you now&lt;Br&gt;before king jupiter gets his hands on you&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;***************&lt;P&gt;&lt;u&gt;down&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;i live in a simple grey hotel&lt;br&gt;just corners away from your backyard&lt;Br&gt;i drink myself dry&lt;Br&gt;and i see why&lt;Br&gt;i can never stay away too long&lt;Br&gt;&lt;P&gt;open your door my love&lt;br&gt;give me my oblivion&lt;br&gt;while i walk down your oceanside&lt;br&gt;waiting for the tide&lt;Br&gt;in the middle of july&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;down&lt;br&gt;down&lt;br&gt;down&lt;br&gt;is where i think i’ll go&lt;Br&gt;down&lt;Br&gt;down&lt;Br&gt;down&lt;Br&gt;wont you come with me&lt;br&gt;and keep me away from what i wanna see&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;wrap me up in a month of blue&lt;Br&gt;and wash away my green desires&lt;br&gt;and the pink tears that talk to me all nite&lt;Br&gt;if i tell you i’ve been alive for just a year&lt;br&gt;will you wake the dead man sleeping in my car&lt;br&gt;i cant get too far&lt;br&gt;with him there too&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;***************&lt;P&gt;&lt;u&gt;refreshment&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;and if i tell you that i am coming&lt;br&gt;would you pick up your pieces&lt;Br&gt;and be ready&lt;br&gt;for my arrival on the next&lt;br&gt;aeroplane?&lt;br&gt;with my rhinestones and my headphones&lt;br&gt;i will come a walking in your direction&lt;br&gt;i just thought it would be nice to do some checking&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;and this is the refreshment that i needed&lt;br&gt;this is the dessert i thought i could be eating&lt;br&gt;i just wish that you tasted more like chocolate&lt;br&gt;and not the sweet vanilla that is on my tongue&lt;br&gt;but its alright cause you're the one i love&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;if i met you in a hotel social elite club&lt;br&gt;and danced all nite in the pub on western avenue&lt;Br&gt;would it all be the same as it is today?&lt;Br&gt;if i hadnt watched you breathe&lt;br&gt;would you even know my name tonite?&lt;br&gt;i dont see how&lt;br&gt;and i sure as hell dont see why&lt;br&gt;it could all be the same&lt;br&gt;as it is on this nite&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;but you're always the refreshment that i need&lt;br&gt;and you're always the cake that i like to eat&lt;br&gt;cause the frosting tastes better if i lick it slowly&lt;br&gt;dipping out the cream&lt;br&gt;in between&lt;br&gt;even if its vanilla on my tongue&lt;br&gt;cause baby you know you're the one i love&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;if i eat your reflection and wash it down with milk&lt;Br&gt;will i be a better girl in the morning?&lt;br&gt;wont you love me more?&lt;br&gt;wipe away the cookie crumbs&lt;Br&gt;wash away the fingerprints&lt;br&gt;i wasnt there tonite&lt;br&gt;and you werent in my head.&lt;br&gt;cause i wasnt in your bed&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you got me confused&lt;br&gt;with a confrazzled little whore&lt;Br&gt;that i am most certainly not anymore&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;but you can break me open wide&lt;Br&gt;and you can eat out all my insides&lt;br&gt;as long as you let me do the same&lt;br&gt;cause you're the refreshment that i need&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2893533381422791565-2922976678223217700?l=bluegoldfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegoldfish.blogspot.com/feeds/2922976678223217700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2893533381422791565&amp;postID=2922976678223217700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2893533381422791565/posts/default/2922976678223217700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2893533381422791565/posts/default/2922976678223217700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegoldfish.blogspot.com/2008/05/blue-raincoat.html' title='blue raincoat'/><author><name>this girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/19/159840628_c347db3285_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2893533381422791565.post-2316733801471973984</id><published>2008-05-20T14:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T14:26:43.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thought about</title><content type='html'>thought about taking a vacation&lt;br&gt;running away from it all&lt;br&gt;cant seem to erase&lt;br&gt;what i have of you in my head&lt;br&gt;sometimes i wish i could touch you&lt;br&gt;but you arent even here&lt;br&gt;when i wish you were here&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;got a red balloon &lt;br&gt;and a pink pony named blue&lt;br&gt;got a car that dont seem to make it&lt;br&gt;anywhere i wanna take it&lt;br&gt;cant seem to fake another&lt;br&gt;empty smile&lt;br&gt;lonely cry&lt;br&gt;think maybe its time&lt;br&gt;to take a nite off&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;thought about getting away&lt;br&gt;but i dont know how to swim&lt;br&gt;**************&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;if i fold you in two&lt;br&gt;will you fit better in my pocket&lt;br&gt;its a cold monday morning&lt;br&gt;and the sky is far from blue&lt;br&gt;i want to take you away&lt;br&gt;and lock you in my room&lt;br&gt;cause you're all i wanna linger into&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;so if i bite into your vanilla chocolate sucker&lt;br&gt;and take it down deep&lt;br&gt;will you tremble at my discretion&lt;br&gt;will you walk me home tonite&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;cant i wrap you up in sweet georgia grass&lt;br&gt;and inhale your aroma from my skin&lt;br&gt;if i scratch down your back with my nail&lt;br&gt;wont you kiss me goodnite&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;on the way to the pictureshow&lt;br&gt;i took you in my fingers&lt;br&gt;and took you into my world&lt;br&gt;on the way to the pictureshow&lt;br&gt;i made you mine&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2893533381422791565-2316733801471973984?l=bluegoldfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegoldfish.blogspot.com/feeds/2316733801471973984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2893533381422791565&amp;postID=2316733801471973984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2893533381422791565/posts/default/2316733801471973984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2893533381422791565/posts/default/2316733801471973984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegoldfish.blogspot.com/2008/05/thought-about.html' title='thought about'/><author><name>this girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/19/159840628_c347db3285_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2893533381422791565.post-1391077902180458921</id><published>2008-05-20T14:25:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T14:26:19.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dollhouse</title><content type='html'>i live in a dollhouse&lt;br&gt;on your fifth avenue&lt;br&gt;the red velvet sky&lt;br&gt;dances under your blue wind&lt;br&gt;and i hear your cries&lt;br&gt;singing sweet jesus&lt;br&gt;i'll wrap you up under my wings tonite&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;i found your face in my magazine last nite&lt;br&gt;if i pull your black match from its book&lt;br&gt;can i keep it under my pillow&lt;br&gt;for good luck&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;where are you headed?&lt;br&gt;you should be coming to my dollhouse this evening&lt;br&gt;i live on the third floor&lt;br&gt;next to mother theresa's twin money making sister&lt;br&gt;wake me up when you get here&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;all i ever wanted&lt;br&gt;was you to tell me i'm the one&lt;br&gt;who speaks the words you need to hear&lt;br&gt;its all so trivial&lt;br&gt;and i feel so useless&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;all i ever needed&lt;br&gt;was you to be my purple sunflower&lt;br&gt;in the green blacktop sky&lt;br&gt;on my yellow cloud nine&lt;br&gt;thats where you can take me tonite&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;i live in a race car&lt;br&gt;on your new york avenue&lt;br&gt;in your orange painted sky&lt;br&gt;i will remain&lt;br&gt;this is so insane&lt;br&gt;with your blue tutu&lt;br&gt;and my pink dancing shoes&lt;br&gt;i will walk the mediochre way&lt;br&gt;you should come to my place tonite&lt;br&gt;i live on the third floor&lt;br&gt;next to mcguires baseball bat&lt;br&gt;wake me up today&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;***********&lt;P&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;i woke up on an island&lt;br&gt;in the middle of the south pacific&lt;br&gt;with the black maroon sky&lt;br&gt;staring back at me&lt;br&gt;walked away without a scratch on my mind&lt;br&gt;and a vulture orbiting on my back&lt;br&gt;cant i get home today&lt;br&gt;cant find my boat this time&lt;br&gt;all i wanted was a little time to disappear&lt;br&gt;i never wanted to get away this far&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;1972&lt;br&gt;woke up in a blue cadillac&lt;br&gt;and a poodle skirt&lt;br&gt;with suede shoes and a jar of alfalfa&lt;br&gt;the ghost rabbit ate the backstreet grass&lt;br&gt;tears on the hand of a little girl&lt;br&gt;secrets told and untold&lt;br&gt;wake me when we get there&lt;br&gt;i'll take a nap in your gray dockers&lt;br&gt;silver shoestrings&lt;br&gt;green backpacks&lt;br&gt;marble sunsets&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;*********&lt;P&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;if i could wipe the sun away&lt;br&gt;i think i just might&lt;br&gt;turn it into a full moon&lt;br&gt;orange and shady&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;i've been waiting for a longer day&lt;br&gt;and a karate smile&lt;br&gt;to wash away the blue sorrows&lt;br&gt;that walk the short road&lt;br&gt;on my pretty path&lt;br&gt;i gotta get away&lt;br&gt;but i'm stuck in the middle of last week&lt;br&gt;i've been around your block a couple times&lt;br&gt;twist me&lt;br&gt;break me&lt;br&gt;this is what you enjoy now i know&lt;Br&gt;i've been here just way too long&lt;Br&gt;&lt;P&gt;************&lt;P&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;je voudrais&lt;br&gt;i speak in simple french&lt;br&gt;trivial pleasures&lt;br&gt;lost measures&lt;br&gt;take my time&lt;br&gt;break your mind&lt;br&gt;your so meaningless to me&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;je voudrais&lt;br&gt;take your time&lt;br&gt;ungodly feathers&lt;br&gt;purple tethers&lt;Br&gt;take my time&lt;br&gt;walk that long line&lt;br&gt;your words are so meaningless tonite&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;je voudrais&lt;br&gt;take our time&lt;br&gt;missionary mothers&lt;br&gt;painful fathers&lt;br&gt;forgetfull soldiers&lt;br&gt;lost in my own totem pole&lt;br&gt;take the time&lt;br&gt;to speak in rhymes&lt;br&gt;youre always meaningless in my heart&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2893533381422791565-1391077902180458921?l=bluegoldfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegoldfish.blogspot.com/feeds/1391077902180458921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2893533381422791565&amp;postID=1391077902180458921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2893533381422791565/posts/default/1391077902180458921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2893533381422791565/posts/default/1391077902180458921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegoldfish.blogspot.com/2008/05/dollhouse.html' title='dollhouse'/><author><name>this girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/19/159840628_c347db3285_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2893533381422791565.post-7105791298693471772</id><published>2008-05-20T14:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T01:18:10.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'>its you; take me away</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;its you&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;i'm east of your perfection&lt;br&gt;in my precocious little world&lt;Br&gt;i've got the bandages and the bruises&lt;Br&gt;that point to where its all going slowly&lt;Br&gt;its time i told myself&lt;Br&gt;what that little girl inside of me already knew&lt;Br&gt;that you're not coming back&lt;Br&gt;and i'm not going anywhere&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;its not easy being me&lt;Br&gt;and i think you knew that from the start&lt;br&gt;you know how to turn my insides out&lt;Br&gt;the razor is falling faster than you think&lt;br&gt;put my candle down&lt;br&gt;let the flame go away&lt;br&gt;my weakness is just that&lt;br&gt;its you i see again in that picture&lt;br&gt;its you i see again in my head&lt;br&gt;i cant deny that you're scratched there&lt;br&gt;i cant erase what i dont want to lose&lt;Br&gt;&lt;P&gt;**************&lt;P&gt;he assured me&lt;br&gt;its going to be ok&lt;br&gt;i dont even estimate&lt;br&gt;the desire he puts in my mouth&lt;br&gt;its more than i can handle tonite&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;are you concerned with me&lt;br&gt;i’m changing faster than the sugar in your tube&lt;br&gt;faster than you can ever believe&lt;br&gt;i am not overly concentrating on what i need to see&lt;br&gt;cause i can forget just as quickly as i can remember&lt;br&gt;just who i am&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;take me away&lt;br&gt;break me and love me&lt;br&gt;and take me home&lt;br&gt;this is not my salt shaker&lt;br&gt;this is not my peppered love&lt;br&gt;i need your caramel to talk to me&lt;br&gt;i need the liquid kisses to feather over me&lt;br&gt;my farthing is fading&lt;br&gt;faster than my old blue jeans&lt;br&gt;he cant change my mind&lt;br&gt;i think i’ll stay the nite this time&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;***********&lt;P&gt;i'm so far away from myself&lt;br&gt;that the me that once shimmered&lt;Br&gt;has faded far far away&lt;br&gt;and i cant seem to find myself this time&lt;br&gt;the map was smeared with water&lt;br&gt;and all the words look the same to me today.&lt;br&gt;and i think its too dangerous to go out and play&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;but if you can find me&lt;br&gt;then tell me to come home&lt;br&gt;cause there are things&lt;br&gt;and there are people&lt;br&gt;that need me here&lt;br&gt;i just cant seem to find my path&lt;br&gt;when the rain washed it far away&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;but what can i say&lt;br&gt;i cant seem to walk the straight line today&lt;br&gt;i cant seem to find&lt;br&gt;my own face in the crowd&lt;br&gt;i'm lost in my own surreal realm of wonders&lt;br&gt;and walking that curvy tight rope&lt;br&gt;that never can seem to stay in one place&lt;br&gt;i never did like rollercoasters anyway&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;every week i tend to be the last in line&lt;br&gt;when will i get my turn to be happy this time?&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;***************&lt;P&gt;miranda got a message from jesus last nite&lt;br&gt;he told her to tell you its alright&lt;br&gt;to sun yourself in the afternoon with me&lt;br&gt;cause we all need to take a little time&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;i know i am not perfect&lt;br&gt;i know i am not great&lt;br&gt;this is my test&lt;br&gt;to see if i can make this grade&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;miranda left me a message&lt;br&gt;dangling on my machine&lt;br&gt;it said god if your out there&lt;Br&gt;please understand&lt;br&gt;we all make mistakes&lt;r&gt;i try as hard as i can&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;but i know i am not perfect&lt;br&gt;and i know i'm not there&lt;br&gt;but if you listen to me now&lt;br&gt;i just might make it somewhere&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;bobby told miranda&lt;br&gt;thats its all okay&lt;Br&gt;jesus told her to listen&lt;br&gt;he knows what to say&lt;br&gt;she only smiled&lt;br&gt;and left me a message&lt;br&gt;i know you're not perfect&lt;br&gt;but bobby sure thinks so&lt;br&gt;i think it would be best&lt;br&gt;if i were to go&lt;Br&gt;cause my plastic jesus needs me elsewhere&lt;br&gt;but just so you know&lt;br&gt;i know you're not perfect&lt;br&gt;but neither am i&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2893533381422791565-7105791298693471772?l=bluegoldfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegoldfish.blogspot.com/feeds/7105791298693471772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2893533381422791565&amp;postID=7105791298693471772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2893533381422791565/posts/default/7105791298693471772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2893533381422791565/posts/default/7105791298693471772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegoldfish.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-you.html' title='its you; take me away'/><author><name>this girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/19/159840628_c347db3285_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2893533381422791565.post-2599522978262467434</id><published>2008-05-20T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T14:25:21.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>past one and two eighteen</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;past one&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;its a little past one&lt;br&gt;and its cold where i sit&lt;br&gt;but i like it here tonite&lt;br&gt;in this october morning&lt;br&gt;with the black sky stars shining down&lt;br&gt;and if i were outside i'd sure be happy&lt;br&gt;but if i had a piece of you here with me&lt;br&gt;i'd be a little more sincere&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;a touch of your skin&lt;br&gt;a smell of your scent&lt;br&gt;a breath of who you are&lt;br&gt;a taste of your desire&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;in my tiny warm world&lt;br&gt;with a picture of a blue rose in my&lt;br&gt;pink spiral notebook&lt;br&gt;i have a clock ticking on my wrist&lt;br&gt;its a little past one and i'm all alone&lt;br&gt;i guess you can say i am missing you&lt;br&gt;but its not that easy to really say&lt;br&gt;when i am talking to you&lt;br&gt;you tend to make the words i wanna say&lt;br&gt;seem to disappear out of my mind&lt;br&gt;its so hard to say&lt;br&gt;the things i know you know i want to say&lt;br&gt;but all i need is&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;a touch of your skin&lt;br&gt;a smell of your scent&lt;br&gt;a breath of who you are&lt;br&gt;and a taste of your desire&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;************&lt;P&gt;&lt;u&gt;two eighteen&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;two eighteen and i'm sorry to wake you&lt;br&gt;i just thought it would be nice&lt;br&gt;if i could hear your voice&lt;br&gt;its been a while, you know&lt;br&gt;since we last spoke&lt;br&gt;i hope its ok that i woke you&lt;br&gt;i just wanted to hear your voice&lt;br&gt;one more time because&lt;Br&gt;&lt;P&gt;you seem so far away sometimes&lt;bR&gt;and i cant seem to grasp this&lt;br&gt;we live under the same roof&lt;br&gt;we see the same sun&lt;br&gt;i dont think i understand &lt;br&gt;whats going on?&lt;br&gt;one day you love me&lt;br&gt;one day i'm not sure&lt;Br&gt;you even see me standing there&lt;Br&gt;you seem so far away these days&lt;br&gt;i hope someday you let me in&lt;br&gt;i cant find the key&lt;Br&gt;wont you unlock your door for me?&lt;Br&gt;&lt;P&gt;its two eighteen and i'm sorry to wake you&lt;br&gt;forgive me i just wanted to see your face again&lt;br&gt;i dont remember the last time you smiled&lt;br&gt;or let your eyes light up when i say&lt;Br&gt;that i love you&lt;Br&gt;dont you love me back?&lt;br&gt;dont you know how i feel?&lt;Br&gt;its two eighteen have you forgotten i'm here?&lt;br&gt;cant you feel the simple brush of my touch&lt;Br&gt;cant you see that i love you so much?&lt;br&gt;please baby dont cry&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;you seem so far away these days&lt;br&gt;i dont know how to deal&lt;br&gt;tell me how to make it all ok&lt;br&gt;cant you let me in the door tonite?&lt;br&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2893533381422791565-2599522978262467434?l=bluegoldfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://static.flickr.com/19/159840628_c347db3285_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2893533381422791565.post-5189670931328477344</id><published>2008-05-20T14:23:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T14:23:59.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cant seem to sleep</title><content type='html'>i cant seem to sleep tonite, darling&lt;br&gt;got you on my mind&lt;br&gt;cant seem to get past&lt;br&gt;these feelings i have for you&lt;br&gt;why are they so strong tonite&lt;br&gt;why do i miss you so much&lt;br&gt;all i want is your touch&lt;br&gt;your voice to talk to me until i sleep&lt;br&gt;i just need you in my dreams tonite&lt;br&gt;cause thats the only way we can be close&lt;br&gt;and as much as i love you&lt;br&gt;i dont know if you know&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;but baby we all make mistakes&lt;br&gt;and i am no exception to that rule&lt;br&gt;and we all have our faults&lt;br&gt;and we all have our times&lt;br&gt;when we just need to breathe&lt;br&gt;and i hope that you get happy&lt;br&gt;cause i dont wanna see you sad&lt;br&gt;and i hope you still love me&lt;br&gt;even when times get bad&lt;br&gt;cause baby i still love you&lt;br&gt;even when i am lost&lt;br&gt;even when i am confused&lt;br&gt;and time stands still for me&lt;br&gt;when i cant see what i need&lt;br&gt;but we always do need&lt;br&gt;and we always will need&lt;br&gt;each other to be there&lt;br&gt;cause youre my best friend&lt;br&gt;and i want you to be happy&lt;br&gt;i want you to know&lt;br&gt;that youre always in my heart&lt;br&gt;even when i am lost&lt;br&gt;confused at where i need to go&lt;br&gt;where i need to be&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;forgive me for not knowing&lt;br&gt;what i want&lt;br&gt;what i need&lt;br&gt;at this time in my life&lt;br&gt;cause i love you&lt;br&gt;i cant stress that enough&lt;br&gt;just have a little patience, have a little heart for me&lt;br&gt;trust me cause i trust in you&lt;P&gt;************&lt;P&gt;this is not what i expected&lt;br&gt;you trying to tame my heart with your words&lt;br&gt;the sincerity in your eyes&lt;br&gt;the smile in your voice&lt;br&gt;i didnt know you thought so highly of me&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;i live down by the ocean&lt;br&gt;and its nice at nite to lie on the sand&lt;br&gt;stare at the stars&lt;br&gt;my body surrenderring to your hand&lt;br&gt;but dreams seem to stay&lt;br&gt;just what they are&lt;br&gt;dreams&lt;br&gt;in my head at nite baby&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;and thats not what i expected&lt;br&gt;dreams turning my head&lt;br&gt;from you my darling&lt;br&gt;dreams making remarks&lt;br&gt;your voice laughing once more&lt;br&gt;smiles coming from your end of the line&lt;br&gt;thats what i need tonite&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;and i live&lt;br&gt;at the end&lt;br&gt;of a long lost line of thoughts&lt;br&gt;that keep spinning&lt;br&gt;and if i cant get them to stop&lt;br&gt;wont you take me down&lt;br&gt;and tell me what to do&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;and its 3am and i am still awake&lt;br&gt;taking my time to sleep&lt;br&gt;cause it wont happen any other way&lt;br&gt;this is just not my day&lt;br&gt;cant you see&lt;br&gt;my body longs for more than i can give it&lt;br&gt;the sleep just wont come&lt;P&gt;**********&lt;P&gt;well its two in the morning&lt;br&gt;and here i am alone again&lt;Br&gt;with me and me and my thoughts&lt;br&gt;what am i gonna do with myself&lt;br&gt;if i am to be here one more second&lt;BR&gt;with the cool breeze and full moon&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;i wish the ocean were my backyard&lt;br&gt;cause i dont need to be here anymore&lt;br&gt;i think i need a vacation&lt;br&gt;a new religion&lt;br&gt;a new location to call my own&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;i wish i could hide my anger&lt;Br&gt;the way you can&lt;br&gt;i would be a better person&lt;Br&gt;if i could just figure out myself&lt;br&gt;and not underestimate who i am&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;but to hell with all that&lt;br&gt;i am who i am&lt;br&gt;and if its not who i should be&lt;br&gt;then i guess i should be sorry&lt;br&gt;that i am not the person&lt;br&gt;i was never born to be&lt;br&gt;but sorry is all i ever am&lt;br&gt;and i need to get off that high&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;i think i need a new identity&lt;br&gt;to call my own for a while&lt;br&gt;to disappear into myself&lt;br&gt;i think its time i went away&lt;br&gt;got myself the help i need&lt;br&gt;when all i need is to be&lt;Br&gt;what i am missing&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;***********&lt;P&gt;watched you pull up to me&lt;br&gt;"what have you been waiting on?"&lt;br&gt;i heard you ask&lt;br&gt;simple but true&lt;br&gt;i dont even know&lt;br&gt;so lets go&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;you and your plastic jesus&lt;br&gt;and my mirrorball state&lt;br&gt;we dont seem to get too far&lt;br&gt;but we sure have fun&lt;br&gt;now dont we&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;stuck tight next to you&lt;br&gt;"where are we going tonite?"&lt;br&gt;i heard myself ask&lt;br&gt;easy but right&lt;br&gt;you dont even know&lt;br&gt;so lets just go out tonite&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;****************&lt;P&gt;she walked in the door to see him there&lt;br&gt;watching tv&lt;br&gt;it was just that one last straw&lt;br&gt;that she couldnt take&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;"i'm going out, do you need something?"&lt;br&gt;she asked as she grabbed her car keys&lt;br&gt;no response so she was out&lt;br&gt;that door so fast he never even heard it shut&lt;br&gt;"its time i get away,&lt;br&gt;time to run away and leave him and this town."&lt;br&gt;she told the mirror as she pulled away&lt;br&gt;to somewhere she didnt know&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;the bank gave her what she needed&lt;br&gt;the station all the gas she could take&lt;br&gt;she hit that highway so fast&lt;br&gt;she didnt even look back&lt;br&gt;it was time to get away&lt;br&gt;from all that she could soon erase&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;7:27 &lt;br&gt;she heard the man on the radio say&lt;br&gt;well its time he noticed she was away&lt;br&gt;when she wasnt there to fix him what he needed&lt;br&gt;when he needed to eat&lt;br&gt;she only smiled at the setting sun&lt;br&gt;and laughed at the man&lt;br&gt;sitting watching her tv&lt;br&gt;needing her when she no longer needed him&lt;br&gt;there went three years down the drain today&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;maybe when he sees her face&lt;br&gt;in a hollywood rememberance&lt;br&gt;on a movie screen, picture scene&lt;br&gt;he'll realize she just isnt there anymore&lt;br&gt;and he'll find someone new&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2893533381422791565-5189670931328477344?l=bluegoldfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegoldfish.blogspot.com/feeds/5189670931328477344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2893533381422791565&amp;postID=5189670931328477344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2893533381422791565/posts/default/5189670931328477344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2893533381422791565/posts/default/5189670931328477344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegoldfish.blogspot.com/2008/05/cant-seem-to-sleep.html' title='cant seem to sleep'/><author><name>this girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/19/159840628_c347db3285_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2893533381422791565.post-2909384191366866566</id><published>2008-05-20T14:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T14:23:23.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>that boy</title><content type='html'>losing it all to the thing i dont need&lt;br&gt;took my picture frame to the middle of myself&lt;br&gt;to find out just what it is i see&lt;br&gt;cause i dont know just what it is i felt&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;parked my car outside his house&lt;br&gt;told him i thought i knew&lt;br&gt;just what i never did seem to know&lt;br&gt;he only laughed and led me inside&lt;br&gt;to see what he had waited for me to see&lt;br&gt;and now i finally can see&lt;br&gt;just what it was i needed this time&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;thought i saw jesus in his eyes&lt;br&gt;thought i felt holy in his arms&lt;br&gt;guess thats what i needed was just bit of religion&lt;br&gt;thought that was what i thought i could need&lt;br&gt;better not need that this time&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;slipping thru time and space&lt;br&gt;running away from this desert place&lt;br&gt;wind blowing thru my hair&lt;br&gt;hands touching my face&lt;br&gt;this is not what i need right now&lt;br&gt;but god it feels so right&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;jumping out of my skin&lt;br&gt;stepping into his&lt;br&gt;take a moment to reflect&lt;br&gt;just what we had&lt;br&gt;it wasnt so bad&lt;br&gt;there will always be&lt;br&gt;moments when we need to see&lt;br&gt;its better just to get away&lt;br&gt;and i dont need that&lt;br&gt;the way i thought i did&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;cause honey i'm happy&lt;br&gt;the way i am right now&lt;br&gt;and if i do fall&lt;br&gt;be there to catch me cause i'm already there for you&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;***********&lt;P&gt;&lt;u&gt;that boy&lt;/u&gt;&lt;P&gt;that boy sure likes to dance&lt;br&gt;i enjoy the comfort of watching him move&lt;br&gt;he moves with so much ease&lt;br&gt;that it relieves the part of me&lt;br&gt;that wants to be like that&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;he came to me with a whisper&lt;br&gt;"why dont you dance, you never dance&lt;br&gt;and i think you need to be with me&lt;br&gt;cause i can make your time so much more worth it."&lt;br&gt;and i just smiled&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;he sure has me in a trance&lt;br&gt;the way his body can move&lt;br&gt;the way that boy can dance&lt;br&gt;he dances in my mind&lt;br&gt;god how he can be beautiful sometimes&lt;br&gt;in the right light&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;that boy's eyes glance at me&lt;br&gt;from across this smokey room&lt;br&gt;he said "i cant seem to erase&lt;br&gt;what i think you could be&lt;br&gt;and i've been waiting for you to wait for me,&lt;br&gt;havent you waited for me?"&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;he took my hand&lt;br&gt;spinning me around that dark place&lt;br&gt;taking my mind off what it was on&lt;br&gt;how i thought i couldnt be so free&lt;br&gt;but i was free with him there&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;that boy sure can move mountains&lt;br&gt;with those delicate hands of his&lt;br&gt;and trembling eyes&lt;br&gt;that boy sure is more&lt;br&gt;than i ever thought that boy could be&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;i leaned in close and whispered right back&lt;br&gt;"where have you been for so long,&lt;br&gt;i think i could have something good here&lt;br&gt;if you just think the same as me."&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;that boy looks so good under the green light&lt;br&gt;his body twists to conform to what i like&lt;br&gt;his graceful fingers and dashing smile&lt;br&gt;melt the butter in me&lt;br&gt;the way he can move around me&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;the way that boy can keep his brown eyes on me&lt;br&gt;from across this dark room&lt;br&gt;is more than i can believe&lt;br&gt;that boy is nothing more that that boy&lt;br&gt;has ever been&lt;br&gt;under this new light&lt;br&gt;and i like to think that boy is mine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2893533381422791565-2909384191366866566?l=bluegoldfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegoldfish.blogspot.com/feeds/2909384191366866566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2893533381422791565&amp;postID=2909384191366866566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2893533381422791565/posts/default/2909384191366866566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2893533381422791565/posts/default/2909384191366866566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegoldfish.blogspot.com/2008/05/that-boy.html' title='that boy'/><author><name>this girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/19/159840628_c347db3285_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2893533381422791565.post-5332262784184032315</id><published>2008-05-20T14:22:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T01:15:21.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tonite</title><content type='html'>ten til the hour of three in the morn&lt;br&gt;dont know where i'm goin&lt;br&gt;in my black cadillac&lt;br&gt;down the middle of my mind&lt;br&gt;speedin past eighty&lt;br&gt;the black marroon velvet sky&lt;br&gt;and the stars that blanket me&lt;br&gt;my moment of clarity&lt;br&gt;and all i need is another hit&lt;br&gt;off this coastline to bring me down&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;on the seaside to your circumstance&lt;br&gt;upside down i'm landing in the backyard&lt;br&gt;a girl needs a new identity&lt;br&gt;once in a blue while&lt;br&gt;think i'll take some time&lt;br&gt;to get back home tonite&lt;br&gt;i think i'll take some time&lt;br&gt;to get myself away tonite&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;***********&lt;P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2893533381422791565-5332262784184032315?l=bluegoldfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegoldfish.blogspot.com/feeds/5332262784184032315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2893533381422791565&amp;postID=5332262784184032315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2893533381422791565/posts/default/5332262784184032315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2893533381422791565/posts/default/5332262784184032315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegoldfish.blogspot.com/2008/05/tonite.html' title='tonite'/><author><name>this girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/19/159840628_c347db3285_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2893533381422791565.post-6253718016695508141</id><published>2008-05-20T14:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T14:22:32.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'>in me</title><content type='html'>its three in the morning&lt;br&gt;silent where i'm sitting&lt;br&gt;nothing but my own whispers&lt;br&gt;echoing back inside my head&lt;br&gt;caroline called me&lt;br&gt;said you might stop by&lt;br&gt;just what i dont need&lt;br&gt;to see you tonite&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;its cold where i'm sleeping&lt;br&gt;my bones feel like ice&lt;br&gt;if i close my eyes tonite&lt;br&gt;its you i'll see&lt;br&gt;i dont need this you know&lt;br&gt;i thought it was over&lt;br&gt;but then you come back to me&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;last time i heard&lt;br&gt;you went away to search for yourself&lt;br&gt;did you ever find yourself?&lt;br&gt;a piece of you will always be in me&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;its three in the morning&lt;br&gt;a candle on the table&lt;br&gt;flame almost gone&lt;br&gt;your sitting next to me&lt;br&gt;how i've missed you so&lt;br&gt;you came back to find yourself&lt;br&gt;you never found yourself til you found you in me&lt;br&gt;i told you before&lt;br&gt;you'll always be in me&lt;br&gt;&lt;div 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/19/159840628_c347db3285_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2893533381422791565.post-1882749885200988984</id><published>2008-05-20T14:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T14:21:56.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'>when i am sleeping</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;when i am sleeping&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;it was at that certain moment&lt;br&gt;that i thought i could survive&lt;br&gt;it was at that fleeting moment&lt;br&gt;that i thought i wouldnt be shaking in this skin of mine&lt;br&gt;a memory from a year ago&lt;br&gt;sure can seem like ten minutes back&lt;br&gt;oh the many things i seem to miss when i am sleeping&lt;br&gt;i think i'll stay awake this time&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;i wanted to fly&lt;br&gt;but i am always afraid that i'll tumble down&lt;br&gt;take a moment and i realize&lt;br&gt;i need a little piece of thread&lt;br&gt;to put my paper wings back in place&lt;br&gt;oh the many things i seem to miss when i am sleeping&lt;br&gt;but we are so safe when we are dreaming&lt;br&gt;i think i'll dream all nite&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;i stood there shaking my head&lt;br&gt;in the room all by myself&lt;br&gt;the band has gone and i'm left all alone instead&lt;br&gt;i think i broke a nail&lt;br&gt;but that doesnt seem to phase me anymore&lt;br&gt;i'm the same girl you use to know&lt;br&gt;just a little different you'll soon see&lt;br&gt;oh the many things i seem to miss when i am sleeping&lt;br&gt;i thought i saw you but it was my dream&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;i wanted to breathe through someone else's skin&lt;br&gt;mine is getting too familiar to me&lt;br&gt;just one more second and i'm back again&lt;br&gt;frankly i'm a little scared to open my door for you&lt;br&gt;i dont want this world&lt;br&gt;to seem any bigger than it already is&lt;br&gt;and i'm not as tough as people think&lt;br&gt;my candle wax melts too&lt;br&gt;and what am i gonna do?&lt;br&gt;oh the many things i seem to miss when i am sleeping&lt;br&gt;set the alarm for two i'll get up at three&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2893533381422791565-1882749885200988984?l=bluegoldfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegoldfish.blogspot.com/feeds/1882749885200988984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2893533381422791565&amp;postID=1882749885200988984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2893533381422791565/posts/default/1882749885200988984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2893533381422791565/posts/default/1882749885200988984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegoldfish.blogspot.com/2008/05/when-i-am-sleeping.html' title='when i am sleeping'/><author><name>this girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/19/159840628_c347db3285_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2893533381422791565.post-8096116431744949492</id><published>2008-05-20T14:20:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T14:21:01.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>miiisss</title><content type='html'>my identity is gone&lt;br&gt;i'm just another face in this faceless crowd&lt;br&gt;three doors away lives a yellow mouse&lt;br&gt;he speaks to me when i am alone&lt;br&gt;and the blind man on the corner&lt;br&gt;swears he can see the future&lt;br&gt;but i dont think he really sees much for me&lt;Br&gt;because what is tomorrow other than someone elses today&lt;br&gt;i was hoping you could come out and play&lt;br&gt;i miss you a lot today&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;my personality is gone&lt;br&gt;i'm just another boring stiff left in this boring world&lt;br&gt;down the street in a pink hotel&lt;br&gt;lives a poor man who died a year ago&lt;br&gt;when his money ran out with another woman&lt;Br&gt;black jack and purple doves&lt;br&gt;they sing to me when i am asleep&lt;br&gt;but i havent slept much these days&lt;br&gt;do you wanna come out and play?&lt;br&gt;i'm really missing you a lot today&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;my sanity is gone&lt;Br&gt;i'm just one more crazy child in this crazy world&lt;br&gt;i thought about you last nite&lt;br&gt;when i couldnt stay awake&lt;br&gt;the sky was falling and the earth was breaking&lt;BR&gt;and you carried me away&lt;Br&gt;but you didnt stay&lt;Br&gt;so i guess that means you dont wanna play?&lt;br&gt;dont you miss me a lot today?&lt;br&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2893533381422791565-8096116431744949492?l=bluegoldfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegoldfish.blogspot.com/feeds/8096116431744949492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2893533381422791565&amp;postID=8096116431744949492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2893533381422791565/posts/default/8096116431744949492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2893533381422791565/posts/default/8096116431744949492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegoldfish.blogspot.com/2008/05/miiisss.html' title='miiisss'/><author><name>this girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/19/159840628_c347db3285_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2893533381422791565.post-6490888699365914199</id><published>2008-05-20T14:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T14:20:35.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nobody understands</title><content type='html'>nobody ever understands&lt;br&gt;that i have feelings too&lt;br&gt;they always think that i dont get hurt&lt;br&gt;just like everyone else does&lt;br&gt;but i bleed the same color&lt;br&gt;and i cry the same rivers&lt;br&gt;but does anybody ever care&lt;br&gt;i dont think they know&lt;br&gt;just what i am going through&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;when the day comes&lt;br&gt;and you can see through my eyes&lt;br&gt;maybe then you will realize&lt;br&gt;that i'm just like you&lt;br&gt;i get scared too&lt;br&gt;and i get burnt&lt;br&gt;and i cant always be the strong one&lt;br&gt;when i no longer have the strength&lt;br&gt;so please just give me a break&lt;br&gt;i dont think anybody understands&lt;br&gt;just what i go through&lt;br&gt;on the inside&lt;br&gt;even if the outside&lt;br&gt;seems to be okay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2893533381422791565-6490888699365914199?l=bluegoldfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegoldfish.blogspot.com/feeds/6490888699365914199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2893533381422791565&amp;postID=6490888699365914199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2893533381422791565/posts/default/6490888699365914199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2893533381422791565/posts/default/6490888699365914199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegoldfish.blogspot.com/2008/05/nobody-understands.html' title='nobody understands'/><author><name>this girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/19/159840628_c347db3285_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2893533381422791565.post-1592732147034054972</id><published>2008-05-20T14:19:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T14:20:06.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cloud nine</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;cloud nine&lt;/U&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;sitting here in my caddy&lt;br&gt;on hollywood and vine&lt;br&gt;bout to go to mulholland drive&lt;br&gt;take a look out at the sea of LA&lt;br&gt;dance on the roof of my car with me&lt;Br&gt;i need to have you here with me&lt;br&gt;but i guess if i have my tequila tonight&lt;br&gt;i'll just be too fuzzy in the morn&lt;br&gt;to remember that i slept alone&lt;br&gt;without you at my side&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;three am&lt;br&gt;not a sleep left in my soul&lt;br&gt;wide awake and nowhere left to go&lt;br&gt;i built my house on sand&lt;br&gt;and the tide is coming too fast&lt;br&gt;i think&lt;br&gt;i need&lt;br&gt;a break&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;i've got a rose in my hand&lt;br&gt;and a thorn in my finger&lt;br&gt;but its okay because nobody cares&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;what can i tell you&lt;br&gt;that you dont already not want to know&lt;br&gt;theres more to my 'i miss you' than you ever thought&lt;br&gt;i could drink your thick shake all night&lt;br&gt;and still be thirsty tomorrow&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;i thought maybe&lt;br&gt;if you came to my house tonight&lt;br&gt;we wouldnt have to be alone anymore&lt;br&gt;but youre not here yet&lt;br&gt;i guess you got lost on the way to my cloud nine&lt;br&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;***************&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in my own little storybook nursery rhyme&lt;br&gt;i am the queen of my own time&lt;br&gt;i can do anything you ask me to do&lt;br&gt;acrobats and clown acts i am the best&lt;br&gt;i'm just not too good at falling in love&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;the light it brings out the brown in your eyes&lt;Br&gt;and i use to look at you and wish you were mine&lt;Br&gt;in the past&lt;br /&gt;i was no more than i am now&lt;br&gt;i was just a bit immature and not myself&lt;br&gt;on the full moon weekends when i was free&lt;br&gt;i felt like if i asked you&lt;br&gt;youd turn me away&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;wake up sleepyhead&lt;Br&gt;the new day is just around the bend&lt;br&gt;with a kiss upon your cheek&lt;br&gt;and a smile upon your face&lt;br&gt;i know that i'm still the queen in this place&lt;br&gt;and what we were&lt;br&gt;and who we are&lt;br&gt;isnt the same anymore&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2893533381422791565-1592732147034054972?l=bluegoldfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegoldfish.blogspot.com/feeds/1592732147034054972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2893533381422791565&amp;postID=1592732147034054972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2893533381422791565/posts/default/1592732147034054972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2893533381422791565/posts/default/1592732147034054972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegoldfish.blogspot.com/2008/05/cloud-nine.html' title='cloud nine'/><author><name>this girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/19/159840628_c347db3285_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2893533381422791565.post-1253637311699446327</id><published>2008-05-20T14:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T14:19:45.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>september</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;september&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;its been a while since we last spoke&lt;br&gt;and i was thinking that maybe you would be lonely&lt;br&gt;are you okay where you're at?&lt;br&gt;is it nice there?&lt;br&gt;dont you wanna come home soon?&lt;br&gt;i really do miss you.&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;i'm sorry we didnt get to say&lt;br&gt;all that we really should have said&lt;br&gt;we took it all for granted&lt;br&gt;that tomorrow would be here&lt;Br&gt;i'm sorry that i'm here&lt;br&gt;i'm sorry that you're not&lt;br&gt;i wish that you&lt;Br&gt;could be here.&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;its been a while since we last held each other&lt;br&gt;i was thinking maybe you missed me&lt;br&gt;theres a lot of people down here&lt;br&gt;who want to say&lt;br&gt;that they&lt;br&gt;miss you too&lt;br&gt;i hope you're happy&lt;br&gt;where you are now&lt;br&gt;i hope its better&lt;br&gt;than where you were on that day.&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;did you look outside?&lt;br&gt;did you wonder what was going on?&lt;br&gt;did you ask yourself&lt;br&gt;the same thing&lt;br&gt;that i asked me?&lt;br&gt;will you make it safely?&lt;br&gt;will i make it home?&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;that day changed our lives&lt;Br&gt;mine and the world's forever&lt;Br&gt;i kissed you goodbye&lt;br&gt;i didnt know&lt;br&gt;it would be&lt;br&gt;the last.&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;nine eleven&lt;br&gt;never thought it would be&lt;br&gt;the way its become&lt;br&gt;to the world and me&lt;br&gt;so far away&lt;br&gt;yet so close&lt;br&gt;you are.&lt;br&gt;i just want to touch you&lt;br&gt;i just want to kiss you&lt;br&gt;and tell you&lt;br&gt;how you're missed.&lt;Br&gt;&lt;P&gt;i know its time to move on&lt;br&gt;i know we have to go further.&lt;br&gt;i cant live in the past&lt;br&gt;when i need the future.&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;i dont think of tomorrow&lt;Br&gt;as definitely coming.&lt;br&gt;theres always that chance&lt;Br&gt;i wont see it coming.&lt;br&gt;i'm sorry i lost you.&lt;br&gt;i'm sorry you couldnt come home.&lt;br&gt;please dont ever think.&lt;br&gt;that we dont love you.&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;dont ever forget.&lt;br&gt;that you are remembered.&lt;br&gt;let the others know please.&lt;br&gt;they wont be&lt;br&gt;forgotten.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2893533381422791565-1253637311699446327?l=bluegoldfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://static.flickr.com/19/159840628_c347db3285_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2893533381422791565.post-8964458605097246186</id><published>2008-05-20T14:18:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T14:19:15.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>human</title><content type='html'>i thought that maybe&lt;br&gt;if you came to my house&lt;br&gt;that maybe you could sleep in my bed&lt;br&gt;and we could talk all night&lt;br&gt;about things that were once said&lt;br&gt;about the things that we could do&lt;br&gt;if only we could do.&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;well its two in the morning&lt;br&gt;empty where i'm sleeping&lt;br&gt;and my bones feel like ice&lt;br&gt;beneath this shaking skin of mine.&lt;br&gt;i thought maybe i'd call you&lt;br&gt;but you never picked up.&lt;br&gt;its okay we can talk some other night&lt;br&gt;i just might not be as lonely next time.&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;turned out the lights&lt;br&gt;sat in the dark&lt;br&gt;and hid under my covers&lt;br&gt;while i thought of you&lt;br&gt;and better times in my life.&lt;br&gt;cheap beer on an empty stomach&lt;br&gt;it aint so good&lt;br&gt;but what else do i have right now&lt;br&gt;but old rememberances&lt;br&gt;and lost sorrows&lt;br&gt;on a desolate night.&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;i thought that maybe&lt;br&gt;if you came to my house&lt;br&gt;we could stay up all night&lt;br&gt;making love into memories&lt;br&gt;talking all evening&lt;br&gt;and laughing til we cant breathe.&lt;br&gt;but its okay&lt;br&gt;maybe some other time&lt;br&gt;when we're both not so busy&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;its four in the morning&lt;br&gt;still awake where i'm sitting&lt;br&gt;theres music in the air&lt;br&gt;but i'm not really listening&lt;br&gt;been thinking about you&lt;br&gt;for a long time now.&lt;br&gt;cant seem to erase you from my head&lt;br&gt;cant seem to take you out of my system tonite.&lt;br&gt;sometimes the loneliness gets to be too much&lt;br&gt;and i cant take it anymore.&lt;br&gt;i think i'll cry tonite&lt;br&gt;since its been a while&lt;br&gt;since i acted human again.&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;just thought i'd write&lt;Br&gt;to say i love you.&lt;br&gt;just thought i'd let you know&lt;br&gt;how much i care.&lt;br&gt;its hard to say sometimes.&lt;br&gt;but whats left unsaid&lt;br&gt;can sometimes be the worst.&lt;br&gt;maybe you can think of me tonite&lt;br&gt;the way i think of you&lt;br&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2893533381422791565-8964458605097246186?l=bluegoldfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegoldfish.blogspot.com/feeds/8964458605097246186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2893533381422791565&amp;postID=8964458605097246186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2893533381422791565/posts/default/8964458605097246186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2893533381422791565/posts/default/8964458605097246186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegoldfish.blogspot.com/2008/05/human.html' title='human'/><author><name>this girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/19/159840628_c347db3285_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2893533381422791565.post-3676147541493141765</id><published>2008-05-20T14:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T14:18:46.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my state of mind</title><content type='html'>down on the avenue&lt;br&gt;in my blue suede shoes&lt;br&gt;on a silver lining&lt;br&gt;and i thought of you&lt;br&gt;driving through the country&lt;br&gt;on an empty evening&lt;br&gt;and i thought of you&lt;br&gt;thinking of me&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;like a sweet story&lt;br&gt;youre in my head&lt;br&gt;a myth of sorts&lt;br&gt;that i cant quite decipher sometimes&lt;br&gt;but you sure made a dent in my heart&lt;br&gt;you sure opened me up far&lt;br&gt;i never thought we'd end up like this&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;so far away&lt;br&gt;not close enough&lt;br&gt;and i was talking to you&lt;br&gt;in my own little moment&lt;br&gt;i was there&lt;br&gt;next to you&lt;br&gt;not quite my day today&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;down on the boulevard&lt;br&gt;in my raincoat with my umbrella&lt;br&gt;i was dancing to the music&lt;br&gt;inside your head&lt;br&gt;and i thought of you&lt;br&gt;as i rummaged around in the backyard&lt;br&gt;looking for a memory to keep&lt;br&gt;but there are none to find&lt;br&gt;and so i thought of you&lt;br&gt;thinking of me&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;and i dont like days that end in 'y'&lt;br&gt;when youre not by my side&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;===&lt;P&gt;sitting in my easy chair&lt;br&gt;with a picture of you tattooed in my head&lt;br&gt;wishing you were around&lt;br&gt;holding me when i need held&lt;br&gt;quite like now&lt;br&gt;but i dont know how&lt;br&gt;to say i miss you&lt;br&gt;sometimes i cant quite mutter the words&lt;br&gt;but you should know it&lt;br&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;cause youre all that matters sometimes&lt;br&gt;to me and myself&lt;Br&gt;&lt;P&gt;my own snowflake&lt;br&gt;theres never another one like you&lt;br&gt;or me&lt;br&gt;we&lt;br&gt;can dance all night&lt;br&gt;and never hear the music&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;i dont think i ever want to leave you,&lt;Br&gt;left out of my head&lt;br&gt;youre always there somewhere&lt;br&gt;in the corner or in the spotlight&lt;br&gt;i know&lt;br&gt;what i know&lt;br&gt;and thats how i care&lt;br&gt;just how to really say it i'm not aware&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;so i wait for the phone to ring&lt;br&gt;c'est la vie&lt;br&gt;i guess i can wait for you a bit more&lt;br&gt;if you'd wait for me&lt;br&gt;but i dont know if thats your fancy&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;===&lt;P&gt;take my breath away&lt;br&gt;you already did that&lt;br&gt;i woke up on a tuesday&lt;br&gt;with you on my brain&lt;br&gt;and your memory in my hand&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;hold me back&lt;br&gt;i want to come for you&lt;br&gt;i have to force myself&lt;br&gt;not to take flight,&lt;br&gt;in my american state of mind&lt;br&gt;i am never sure of myself&lt;br&gt;i am never sure of anything&lt;br&gt;these days&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;walk me to my door&lt;br&gt;i think i need a goodnite kiss&lt;br&gt;none will do except from you&lt;br&gt;and i think i really do miss you&lt;br&gt;but i'm not sure what love is sometimes&lt;br&gt;if being in love is like this&lt;br&gt;then how do i know what you feel&lt;br&gt;so far away from here&lt;br&gt;doing your own thing&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;east of the mississipi&lt;br&gt;and north of the south&lt;br&gt;in my little homemade world&lt;br&gt;the candles arent burning anymore&lt;br&gt;and the wind is talking in rhymes&lt;br&gt;those things i dont remember&lt;br&gt;make history more appalling&lt;br&gt;and my dreams really are dreams now&lt;br&gt;that time has gone backwards from me&lt;br&gt;in this lousy scene of my movie&lt;br&gt;i'm sending you my kisses&lt;br&gt;i hope they come on time&lt;br&gt;goodnite&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2893533381422791565-3676147541493141765?l=bluegoldfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegoldfish.blogspot.com/feeds/3676147541493141765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>inside</title><content type='html'>sitting here&lt;br&gt;shaking in my skin&lt;br&gt;thinking maybe&lt;br&gt;i can be good again&lt;br&gt;in my bottle&lt;br&gt;locked up in my world&lt;br&gt;i can sense tomorrow&lt;br&gt;but i cant see much more&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;rub me down&lt;br&gt;i'm feeling tired tonite&lt;br&gt;kiss my forehead&lt;br&gt;take me all the way this time&lt;br&gt;i'm ready for you&lt;br&gt;waiting all day&lt;br&gt;cant seem to get you&lt;br&gt;off my mind anyway&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;sleep by my side&lt;br&gt;hold me all nite&lt;br&gt;touch me here&lt;br&gt;touch me there&lt;br&gt;baby i can almost taste you on my tongue&lt;br&gt;sugar so sweet you see&lt;br&gt;i wanna feel you inside of me&lt;br&gt;tonite&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2893533381422791565-1727703451133972633?l=bluegoldfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://static.flickr.com/19/159840628_c347db3285_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2893533381422791565.post-2497766746208809511</id><published>2008-05-20T14:17:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T14:17:53.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>no</title><content type='html'>so you think you can make me melt&lt;br&gt;well i think maybe you can&lt;br&gt;you can touch me&lt;br&gt;you can hold me&lt;br&gt;but that dont mean you own me&lt;br&gt;okay so maybe it does&lt;br&gt;but where are you&lt;br&gt;when i'm so far away&lt;br&gt;i wish your coffee bean skin&lt;br&gt;could touch my porcelain&lt;br&gt;but i guess not tonite&lt;br&gt;yea i guess not tonite&lt;br&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;thought about you again today&lt;br&gt;driving down the highway&lt;br&gt;white knuckles on my steering wheel&lt;br&gt;think i'll stop right here&lt;br&gt;i cant fight myself anymore&lt;br&gt;gotta keep on going for&lt;br&gt;another three thousand miles&lt;br&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;theres a white impala&lt;br&gt;parked in my backyard&lt;br&gt;dont know who's it is&lt;br&gt;but i think its yours&lt;br&gt;black white green&lt;br&gt;it dont matter who i've seen&lt;br&gt;cause i cant let you leave&lt;br&gt;no i cant let you leave&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2893533381422791565-2497766746208809511?l=bluegoldfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegoldfish.blogspot.com/feeds/2497766746208809511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2893533381422791565&amp;postID=2497766746208809511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2893533381422791565/posts/default/2497766746208809511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2893533381422791565/posts/default/2497766746208809511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegoldfish.blogspot.com/2008/05/no.html' title='no'/><author><name>this girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/19/159840628_c347db3285_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2893533381422791565.post-8014238023875001924</id><published>2008-05-20T14:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T14:17:33.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'>frozen</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;frozen&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;dont touch me tonite&lt;br&gt;i am afraid i might crumble&lt;br&gt;at the slightest breeze of you&lt;br&gt;my inner core has frozen&lt;br&gt;and i'm not sure i can thaw&lt;br&gt;my own emotions anymore&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;but if you paint my picture&lt;br&gt;and give me all my freedom&lt;br&gt;i might just open up my hands&lt;br&gt;to you&lt;br&gt;and maybe i wont be frozen anymore&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;up on the 205&lt;br&gt;barbie at my side&lt;br&gt;always the boys kind&lt;br&gt;but she cant seem to find&lt;br&gt;the reason the 80s got left behind&lt;br&gt;she was so beautiful back then&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;but if you paint her picture&lt;br&gt;and give her the freedom she desires&lt;br&gt;she might just open her eyes&lt;br&gt;for you&lt;br&gt;and maybe she wont be frozen anymore&lt;br&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2893533381422791565-8014238023875001924?l=bluegoldfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegoldfish.blogspot.com/feeds/8014238023875001924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2893533381422791565&amp;postID=8014238023875001924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2893533381422791565/posts/default/8014238023875001924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2893533381422791565/posts/default/8014238023875001924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegoldfish.blogspot.com/2008/05/frozen.html' title='frozen'/><author><name>this girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/19/159840628_c347db3285_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2893533381422791565.post-7322438853073451570</id><published>2008-05-20T14:16:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T14:17:08.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>jack and jose</title><content type='html'>fly me to another coast&lt;br&gt;i cant stay on this one&lt;br&gt;without you in my head&lt;br&gt;drag another bottle out&lt;br&gt;i think i emptied this one too quick&lt;br&gt;if i stand up&lt;br&gt;i just might sit back down with jack&lt;br&gt;before i meet jose&lt;br&gt;i'm beginning to wonder&lt;br&gt;where i'm going today&lt;br&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2893533381422791565-7322438853073451570?l=bluegoldfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegoldfish.blogspot.com/feeds/7322438853073451570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2893533381422791565&amp;postID=7322438853073451570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2893533381422791565/posts/default/7322438853073451570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2893533381422791565/posts/default/7322438853073451570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegoldfish.blogspot.com/2008/05/jack-and-jose.html' title='jack and jose'/><author><name>this girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/19/159840628_c347db3285_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2893533381422791565.post-6320400612095901040</id><published>2008-05-20T14:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T14:16:44.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yeayea</title><content type='html'>got my mind in a box&lt;br&gt;cant let it fall away again&lt;br&gt;dont want to lose myself&lt;br&gt;the way i lost myself before&lt;br&gt;and i think that&lt;br&gt;if i called&lt;br&gt;i wouldnt pick the phone&lt;br&gt;i'd turn it off&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;i think i'm blue&lt;br&gt;i need someone to run to&lt;br&gt;i need a moments peace&lt;br&gt;away&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;from my little world&lt;br&gt;thats got me so damn gray&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;what a shame&lt;BR&gt;the letter never got&lt;br&gt;to where it needed to be&lt;br&gt;in your arms&lt;br&gt;i think its clear&lt;br&gt;that my heart is too far gone&lt;br&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2893533381422791565-6320400612095901040?l=bluegoldfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegoldfish.blogspot.com/feeds/6320400612095901040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2893533381422791565&amp;postID=6320400612095901040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2893533381422791565/posts/default/6320400612095901040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2893533381422791565/posts/default/6320400612095901040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegoldfish.blogspot.com/2008/05/yeayea.html' title='yeayea'/><author><name>this girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/19/159840628_c347db3285_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2893533381422791565.post-1440416706436729641</id><published>2008-05-20T14:15:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T14:16:21.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stay this way</title><content type='html'>show me youre my king&lt;br&gt;show me the rules&lt;br&gt;and maybe i will abide&lt;br&gt;in this jungle of mine&lt;br&gt;that we call life&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;waiting for the phone to ring&lt;br&gt;but i dont think youre calling&lt;br&gt;looking for something not so bad&lt;br&gt;in this picture of mine&lt;br&gt;that i have in the back of my head&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;and i think time is a terrible thing to waste&lt;br&gt;and i dont want to waste any time with you&lt;br&gt;please tell me its okay&lt;br&gt;that we dont have to worry&lt;br&gt;cause i can take it&lt;br&gt;i can make it&lt;br&gt;as long as you can make it with me&lt;br&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2893533381422791565-1440416706436729641?l=bluegoldfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegoldfish.blogspot.com/feeds/1440416706436729641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2893533381422791565&amp;postID=1440416706436729641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2893533381422791565/posts/default/1440416706436729641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2893533381422791565/posts/default/1440416706436729641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegoldfish.blogspot.com/2008/05/stay-this-way.html' title='stay this way'/><author><name>this girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/19/159840628_c347db3285_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2893533381422791565.post-8289775076005418313</id><published>2008-05-20T14:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T14:15:56.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>baby</title><content type='html'>baby i thought i should tell you&lt;br&gt;its been a while since i said these things&lt;br&gt;how i cant seem to breathe&lt;br&gt;unless i am breathing your name&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;the people inside my head&lt;br&gt;they're telling me to sleep sometime&lt;br&gt;but i think i'd rather write these words&lt;br&gt;before i lose myself&lt;br&gt;and the nerve to say them&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;baby i thought i'd call you up&lt;br&gt;but i cant seem to grip my words&lt;br&gt;i want to hold you in my arms&lt;br&gt;but a million miles&lt;br&gt;seems like three million more&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;the songs inside my mouth&lt;br&gt;they want to sing to you&lt;Br&gt;i'd rather look into your eyes&lt;br&gt;before i cant say what i need to say&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2893533381422791565-8289775076005418313?l=bluegoldfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegoldfish.blogspot.com/feeds/8289775076005418313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2893533381422791565&amp;postID=8289775076005418313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2893533381422791565/posts/default/8289775076005418313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2893533381422791565/posts/default/8289775076005418313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegoldfish.blogspot.com/2008/05/baby.html' title='baby'/><author><name>this girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/19/159840628_c347db3285_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2893533381422791565.post-5351081156551427675</id><published>2008-05-20T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T14:15:24.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tooomuch</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;dreaming&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;well it took me two cigarettes to get home tonite&lt;br&gt;and i think i might need three&lt;br&gt;just to get myself to sleep&lt;br&gt;and i cant keep my mind from thinking about you&lt;br&gt;when all i want to do is rewind myself&lt;br&gt;and suprise myself&lt;br&gt;with a few more hours of sleep&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;please dont wake me when i'm dreaming&lt;br&gt;i might just be dreaming about you&lt;br&gt;and i dont want to lose that moment&lt;br&gt;of losing you&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;well its four am&lt;br&gt;and i'm sorry that i'm still awake&lt;br&gt;to keep you up so late&lt;br&gt;i just cant help the fact&lt;br&gt;that i want to call you up&lt;br&gt;and talk to you til the sun shines underneath my door&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;i dont want to wake you when youre dreaming&lt;br&gt;you might just be dreaming about me&lt;br&gt;and i dont want you to lose that moment&lt;br&gt;of losing me&lt;br&gt;*************&lt;P&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;i thought about sitting you down&lt;br&gt;to tell you&lt;br&gt;all thats here to say&lt;br&gt;inside my head&lt;br&gt;but instead&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;its better for me to single out my emotions&lt;br&gt;and write them down&lt;br&gt;on paper&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;if youre not here&lt;br&gt;then i dont want to be&lt;Br&gt;i dont want to feel&lt;br&gt;this kind of lonely any longer&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;from the moment i saw you&lt;br&gt;til the moment i said goodbye&lt;br&gt;last nite on the phone&lt;br&gt;its always been&lt;br&gt;a step close to heaven&lt;br&gt;in my direction&lt;br&gt;so i dont want to say goodbye&lt;br&gt;i am here to stay&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;youre a million miles away&lt;br&gt;and to me thats just too far&lt;Br&gt;i cant stand this day by day&lt;br&gt;i want to be with you anyways&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;*************&lt;P&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;i'm sorry for this situation&lt;br&gt;i'm sorry for all i did wrong in your direction&lt;br&gt;its me and always will be&lt;Br&gt;i'm sorry you wont take me out there&lt;br&gt;for all the problems i am to you&lt;br&gt;i am to me as well&lt;br&gt;but what you dont love&lt;br&gt;someone else will&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;its funny how i didnt see it all&lt;br&gt;til i saw it all in me&lt;Br&gt;when i saw it in you too&lt;br&gt;its nice to go away&lt;br&gt;its nice to stay away&lt;br&gt;but sometimes the day stays gray&lt;br&gt;and the blue shines in&lt;br&gt;to keep me back to basic&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;in my daydream&lt;br&gt;i thought i said goodbye&lt;br&gt;in my sleepwalking moment of clarity&lt;Br&gt;i told you how sorry i was&lt;Br&gt;that i put you through the pain&lt;br&gt;i put you through&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;its better this way&lt;br&gt;to say goodbye this way&lt;br&gt;its better to say&lt;br&gt;we had good times&lt;br&gt;we had our nice nights&lt;br&gt;but it still gets lonely as hell&lt;br&gt;living in this skin of mine&lt;br&gt;thats why i need to say&lt;br&gt;goodbye this time&lt;br&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2893533381422791565-5351081156551427675?l=bluegoldfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegoldfish.blogspot.com/feeds/5351081156551427675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2893533381422791565&amp;postID=5351081156551427675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2893533381422791565/posts/default/5351081156551427675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2893533381422791565/posts/default/5351081156551427675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegoldfish.blogspot.com/2008/05/tooomuch.html' title='tooomuch'/><author><name>this girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/19/159840628_c347db3285_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2893533381422791565.post-8138953472080115942</id><published>2008-05-20T14:13:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T14:14:53.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>one more night</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;one more night&lt;/U&gt;&lt;P&gt;she's never been proud of herself&lt;bR&gt;in a second of her life&lt;br&gt;and now that shes leaving&lt;Br&gt;she doesnt know if she can turn back&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;one more night on the road&lt;br&gt;may just be her survival&lt;br&gt;one more night by herself&lt;br&gt;might just be her tomorrow&lt;br&gt;no one ever knows&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;where they'll be when they wake in the morning&lt;br&gt;in a world like this&lt;Br&gt;&lt;P&gt;she's never needed more in her life&lt;br&gt;than she needs right now&lt;br&gt;she's never had someone love her&lt;br&gt;the way that he does&lt;br&gt;she's never had someone see&lt;br&gt;the true colors that she has&lt;br&gt;until she met him&lt;br&gt;and now she'll never turn back&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;one more night on the road&lt;br&gt;may just be her survival&lt;br&gt;one more night by herself&lt;br&gt;might just be her tomorrow&lt;br&gt;no one ever knows where they'll be when they wake in the morning&lt;br&gt;in a world like this&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;she's never felt beautiful til now&lt;br&gt;she's never been more happy&lt;br&gt;about the person she's become&lt;br&gt;she's never been more alive&lt;Br&gt;she's never been more of who she is&lt;br&gt;til she is who she is&lt;br&gt;and she wont ever change&lt;Br&gt;&lt;P&gt;cause baby&lt;br&gt;one more night on the road&lt;br&gt;may just be her survival&lt;br&gt;one more night by herself&lt;br&gt;might just be her tomorrow&lt;br&gt;no one ever knows&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;where they'll be when they wake in the morning&lt;br&gt;in a world like this&lt;br&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2893533381422791565-8138953472080115942?l=bluegoldfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegoldfish.blogspot.com/feeds/8138953472080115942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2893533381422791565&amp;postID=8138953472080115942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2893533381422791565/posts/default/8138953472080115942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2893533381422791565/posts/default/8138953472080115942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegoldfish.blogspot.com/2008/05/one-more-night.html' title='one more night'/><author><name>this girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/19/159840628_c347db3285_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2893533381422791565.post-9025653669556046782</id><published>2008-05-20T14:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T14:13:53.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>living in this moment</title><content type='html'>i'm kinda lost in the moment here&lt;br&gt;thinking about nothing but you&lt;br&gt;cant seem to stop the emotions&lt;br&gt;from running all over the place&lt;br&gt;cant seem to stop&lt;br&gt;this smile on my face&lt;br&gt;when i get stuck on you&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;gotta stop livin in my reverie&lt;br&gt;thinking about you and me&lt;br&gt;just cant help the way you make me feel&lt;br&gt;the happiness the tenderness the sensuality we bring&lt;br&gt;into the equation&lt;Br&gt;i dont want it to stop&lt;br&gt;cant wait to spend more time with you&lt;br&gt;and only you&lt;br&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2893533381422791565-9025653669556046782?l=bluegoldfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegoldfish.blogspot.com/feeds/9025653669556046782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2893533381422791565&amp;postID=9025653669556046782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2893533381422791565/posts/default/9025653669556046782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2893533381422791565/posts/default/9025653669556046782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegoldfish.blogspot.com/2008/05/living-in-this-moment.html' title='living in this moment'/><author><name>this girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/19/159840628_c347db3285_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2893533381422791565.post-581605446075881531</id><published>2008-05-20T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T14:13:06.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dry martinis</title><content type='html'>i'm standing here on my feet&lt;br&gt;shaking from what is once again&lt;br&gt;my own sanity staring back at me&lt;br&gt;i've got my hands in my pockets&lt;br&gt;and i've been here way too long&lt;br&gt;and i'm feeling so damn tired&lt;br&gt;of it all&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;i got reasons i cant even figure out&lt;br&gt;way too deep to discuss alone&lt;br&gt;and its much too much to handle&lt;br&gt;so its good if i could go away&lt;br&gt;someday i'm gonna make it&lt;br&gt;i just cant break it&lt;br&gt;to myself to leave tonite&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;with my dry martini hands&lt;br&gt;and my weary eyes&lt;br&gt;i can take another day&lt;br&gt;i can hold back the light&lt;br&gt;of tomorrow&lt;br&gt;if only i could see past today&lt;br&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2893533381422791565-581605446075881531?l=bluegoldfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegoldfish.blogspot.com/feeds/581605446075881531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2893533381422791565&amp;postID=581605446075881531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2893533381422791565/posts/default/581605446075881531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2893533381422791565/posts/default/581605446075881531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegoldfish.blogspot.com/2008/05/dry-martinis.html' title='dry martinis'/><author><name>this girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/19/159840628_c347db3285_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2893533381422791565.post-416978759988239953</id><published>2008-05-20T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T14:12:22.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pink haze</title><content type='html'>i started to fade away&lt;br&gt;from a shade of blue&lt;br&gt;to a shade of gray&lt;br&gt;think maybe i dont wanna stay&lt;br&gt;this way&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;grasping my little world&lt;br&gt;i cant take this constant spinning&lt;br&gt;this constant ceramic emotion&lt;br&gt;that i'm flying high on&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;and in between the pink haze of the sky&lt;br&gt;where the horizon fades away&lt;br&gt;is where i'll be&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2893533381422791565-416978759988239953?l=bluegoldfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegoldfish.blogspot.com/feeds/416978759988239953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2893533381422791565&amp;postID=416978759988239953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2893533381422791565/posts/default/416978759988239953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2893533381422791565/posts/default/416978759988239953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegoldfish.blogspot.com/2008/05/pink-haze.html' title='pink haze'/><author><name>this girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/19/159840628_c347db3285_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2893533381422791565.post-4351188192956626905</id><published>2008-05-20T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T14:11:47.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>early april morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;early april morning&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;i learned how to love&lt;br&gt;on that early april morning&lt;br&gt;everything went from blue&lt;br&gt;to what i found lingering inside me&lt;br&gt;and its been a long time coming&lt;br&gt;since i have loved like i loved&lt;br&gt;on that early april morning&lt;br&gt;and i dont know what i would've done&lt;br&gt;if i hadnt found that love&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;its been a while since i could breathe&lt;br&gt;the way i could breathe that day&lt;br&gt;i've been up and down this coastline&lt;br&gt;and theres still not much to say&lt;br&gt;from where i left the conversation standing&lt;br&gt;on that early april morning&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;and i wrote you a letter&lt;br&gt;that i never sent&lt;br&gt;that i'll never let go of&lt;br&gt;i've never known a man quite like you&lt;br&gt;and maybe thats why&lt;br&gt;i went from grey to blue&lt;br&gt;and now i'm not either&lt;br&gt;i dont know my color&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;but now i see how youre back&lt;br&gt;and i see that you want to conquer&lt;br&gt;the woman in me&lt;br&gt;that use to see&lt;br&gt;the love that she saw&lt;br&gt;on that early april morning&lt;br&gt;when she found love&lt;br&gt;in you&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2893533381422791565-4351188192956626905?l=bluegoldfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegoldfish.blogspot.com/feeds/4351188192956626905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2893533381422791565&amp;postID=4351188192956626905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2893533381422791565/posts/default/4351188192956626905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2893533381422791565/posts/default/4351188192956626905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegoldfish.blogspot.com/2008/05/early-april-morning.html' title='early april morning'/><author><name>this girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/19/159840628_c347db3285_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2893533381422791565.post-229785981437269679</id><published>2008-05-20T14:08:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T14:09:20.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>strung out tonite</title><content type='html'>its been a long long nite&lt;br&gt;and i'm a little strung out right now&lt;br&gt;i've got janis playing in my head&lt;br&gt;and some jose in my veins&lt;br&gt;i'm not quite sure whats been said&lt;br&gt;but i think i'm there right now&lt;br&gt;listening to my own breathing&lt;br&gt;as i'm sleeping&lt;br&gt;right next to myself&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;its tuesday nite&lt;br&gt;and i'm all by myself again&lt;br&gt;drinking cheap beer&lt;br&gt;and smoking stale cigarettes&lt;br&gt;i'm all i have left&lt;br&gt;and i'd drive all nite&lt;br&gt;if i could look occupied&lt;br&gt;with things to do&lt;br&gt;that i really dont have to do&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;its been a while&lt;br&gt;since i stepped outside this lonely place&lt;br&gt;and i can take all kinds of pain&lt;Br&gt;but i cant take this holding back&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;sitting in a lincoln&lt;br&gt;on la loma avenue&lt;br&gt;underneath the striking street lights&lt;br&gt;and i'm thinking all about what to say&lt;br&gt;when i get the voice to speak&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;if only i could say&lt;br&gt;how nice it would be to stay&lt;br&gt;if i werent so strung out on jose&lt;br&gt;with janis in my head&lt;br&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2893533381422791565-229785981437269679?l=bluegoldfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://static.flickr.com/19/159840628_c347db3285_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2893533381422791565.post-7595833750479159788</id><published>2008-05-20T14:08:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T14:08:55.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;vacation&lt;/U&gt;&lt;br&gt;its a thursday&lt;br&gt;and the air smells like old photographs&lt;br&gt;and long lost memories&lt;br&gt;of who we were&lt;br&gt;and who we wanted to be&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;so i danced on the atmosphere&lt;br&gt;i dont think i was really there&lt;br&gt;but it felt nice to be away from here&lt;br&gt;even if i was right here&lt;br&gt;just in my own little world&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;i got doped up last evening&lt;br&gt;playing with the reality&lt;br&gt;that i dont particulary like&lt;br&gt;and i dont seem to remember much&lt;br&gt;i'm a little fuzzy right now&lt;br&gt;but i got some tequila and some rum&lt;br&gt;and i think i'm gonna have a little more fun&lt;br&gt;and if you like&lt;br&gt;you can come&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;because i need a vacation from myself tonite&lt;br&gt;its getting a little too lonely by my side&lt;br&gt;i cant talk to myself&lt;br&gt;and hear myself think&lt;br&gt;all at once anymore&lt;br&gt;its getting tough&lt;br&gt;to be sane&lt;br&gt;when i dont think i have any left&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;i'm gonna run&lt;br&gt;i just dont know where to&lt;br&gt;happy new year&lt;Br&gt;and a goodnite to you&lt;Br&gt;i need a vacation from myself this time&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;if i drink my cares away&lt;br&gt;i might be better today&lt;br&gt;i wont remember who i am&lt;br&gt;and i might not know your name&lt;br&gt;but i am still the same&lt;br&gt;just a little dizzy in my own way&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;so snap me up&lt;br&gt;and hold me down&lt;br&gt;and if this is what love is&lt;br&gt;then what am i&lt;br&gt;doing by myself&lt;br&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2893533381422791565-7595833750479159788?l=bluegoldfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegoldfish.blogspot.com/feeds/7595833750479159788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2893533381422791565&amp;postID=7595833750479159788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2893533381422791565/posts/default/7595833750479159788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2893533381422791565/posts/default/7595833750479159788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegoldfish.blogspot.com/2008/05/vacation.html' title='vacation'/><author><name>this girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/19/159840628_c347db3285_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2893533381422791565.post-4908064850251323041</id><published>2008-05-20T14:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T14:08:27.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wake the stars</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;wake the stars&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;i've been north of nothing&lt;br&gt;more than i've been around&lt;Br&gt;and i'm so far away now&lt;br&gt;that i should turn and come home&lt;br&gt;but i'm waiting for the weather to change&lt;br&gt;and i'm waiting for the phone to ring&lt;br&gt;cause maybe then i wont be so sad&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;he said you can wake the stars&lt;br&gt;with a single smile from your face&lt;br&gt;and you can make the scars&lt;br&gt;go away from this place&lt;br&gt;and with a simple sound of your laughter&lt;br&gt;i can fall into your hands&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;i've got some old records&lt;br&gt;and a picture show on video&lt;br&gt;that makes me think of that piece of you&lt;Br&gt;that once upon a time&lt;br&gt;use to be a part of us&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;and i'm so tired of all this cocaine&lt;Br&gt;that seems to want to run&lt;br&gt;right through my veins&lt;Br&gt;and the alcohol doesnt seem to help&lt;Br&gt;keep me happy&lt;br&gt;when i cant seem to stop bleeding&lt;Br&gt;these tears that i bleed&lt;Br&gt;&lt;P&gt;and he said you can wake the stars&lt;br&gt;with a single smile from your face&lt;br&gt;and you can make the scars&lt;br&gt;go away from this place&lt;br&gt;and with a simple sound of your laughter&lt;br&gt;i can fall into your hands&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;but baby&lt;br&gt;may&lt;br&gt;be&lt;br&gt;when the weather gets warm&lt;br&gt;i can shine&lt;br&gt;and when it gets better&lt;Br&gt;you can be mine&lt;br&gt;cause i dont want to give you up&lt;br&gt;but i dont want to hold you back&lt;br&gt;when its time for you&lt;br&gt;to fall into my hands&lt;br&gt;because baby we fit perfectly&lt;br&gt;in our hands&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2893533381422791565-4908064850251323041?l=bluegoldfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegoldfish.blogspot.com/feeds/4908064850251323041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2893533381422791565&amp;postID=4908064850251323041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2893533381422791565/posts/default/4908064850251323041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2893533381422791565/posts/default/4908064850251323041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegoldfish.blogspot.com/2008/05/wake-stars.html' title='wake the stars'/><author><name>this girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/19/159840628_c347db3285_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2893533381422791565.post-859971286839678104</id><published>2008-05-20T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T14:08:01.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>right here</title><content type='html'>i'm sitting here&lt;br&gt;and its after three&lt;br&gt;in an empty atmosphere&lt;br&gt;with a cup of coffee&lt;br&gt;and a thought of you&lt;br&gt;lingering inside me&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;how long has it been?&lt;br&gt;i'm so curious about you&lt;br&gt;that sometimes i'm scared to open up&lt;br&gt;like the book that you want to read&lt;br&gt;and i'm not quite myself today&lt;br&gt;i wish that i could take another step&lt;br&gt;without falling fast and falling hard&lt;br&gt;into this ocean that i hold&lt;br&gt;in my hands&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;where am i going&lt;br&gt;when i dont know where i've been&lt;br&gt;and i'm too far gone&lt;br&gt;to be this close to you&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;right now&lt;br&gt;but i cant stop the feelings that i have&lt;br&gt;when i cant seem to shake you out of my system&lt;br&gt;but i know thats where i want you to be&lt;br&gt;right here inside of me&lt;br&gt;and i know thats where i want you to be&lt;br&gt;right here beside me&lt;br&gt;right here with me&lt;br&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2893533381422791565-859971286839678104?l=bluegoldfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegoldfish.blogspot.com/feeds/859971286839678104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2893533381422791565&amp;postID=859971286839678104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2893533381422791565/posts/default/859971286839678104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2893533381422791565/posts/default/859971286839678104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegoldfish.blogspot.com/2008/05/right-here.html' title='right here'/><author><name>this girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/19/159840628_c347db3285_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2893533381422791565.post-31458430601610259</id><published>2008-05-20T14:06:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T14:07:21.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i know you think</title><content type='html'>i got lost on my way to myself tonite&lt;br&gt;i circled around&lt;br&gt;and i took flight&lt;br&gt;and the cold morning breeze&lt;br&gt;is a little warmer than it seems&lt;br&gt;when youre too far down&lt;br&gt;and too far gone&lt;br&gt;to realize youre awake&lt;br&gt;i thought that i was dreaming&lt;br&gt;with open eyes&lt;br&gt;and long lost rhymes&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;in a moment of clarity&lt;br&gt;i dont have too many&lt;br&gt;moments like this&lt;br&gt;take a deep breath&lt;br&gt;breathe a little more&lt;br&gt;hold me up&lt;br&gt;i think i'm gonna fall&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;walking down the highway&lt;br&gt;on this coastal slope of of mine&lt;br&gt;in a black november overcoat&lt;br&gt;i hid my memories underneath&lt;br&gt;this skin of mine&lt;br&gt;and i think i'll shake tonite&lt;br&gt;if i dont get one more moment&lt;br&gt;alone&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;and i know you think i'm crazy&lt;br&gt;and i know you think i'm dying&lt;br&gt;but i'll be okay in a little while&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2893533381422791565-31458430601610259?l=bluegoldfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegoldfish.blogspot.com/feeds/31458430601610259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2893533381422791565&amp;postID=31458430601610259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2893533381422791565/posts/default/31458430601610259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2893533381422791565/posts/default/31458430601610259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegoldfish.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-know-you-think.html' title='i know you think'/><author><name>this girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/19/159840628_c347db3285_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2893533381422791565.post-192733423923221323</id><published>2008-05-20T14:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T14:06:52.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'>give me time and west of east manhattan</title><content type='html'>paper mache&lt;br&gt;and candy canes&lt;br&gt;i think i found my sanity&lt;br&gt;tattooed on the bathroom wall&lt;br&gt;of a bleak motel&lt;br&gt;on eighth avenue&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;well its four in the past&lt;br&gt;and i dont want to go any further&lt;br&gt;without you in my pocket&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;theres a weeping willow down the road saying&lt;br&gt;"sit beneath me&lt;br&gt;and your tears will be free"&lt;br&gt;so i sat&lt;br&gt;and i thought of you&lt;br&gt;and remembered all the things you once said&lt;br&gt;now locked inside my head&lt;br&gt;and i thought&lt;br&gt;"where did you end&lt;br&gt;that i had to begin?"&lt;br&gt;this isnt very nice&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;well its four in the past&lt;br&gt;and i dont want to go any further&lt;br&gt;without you in my pocket&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;sitting in my car&lt;br&gt;in the dark&lt;br&gt;i got your photographs&lt;br&gt;underneath my overcoat&lt;br&gt;and a poster of tomorrow&lt;br&gt;sleeping in my backseat&lt;br&gt;three thousand miles&lt;br&gt;west of east manhattan&lt;br&gt;where the rain still falls on my rooftop&lt;br&gt;and when i call&lt;br&gt;you dont answer&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;well its four in the past&lt;br&gt;and i dont want to go any further&lt;br&gt;without you in my pocket&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;P&gt;**********&lt;P&gt;&lt;u&gt;give me time&lt;/U&gt;&lt;br&gt;i'm walking without my net tonite&lt;br&gt;and if i start to crumble&lt;Br&gt;do you think that you can catch my falling stars&lt;br&gt;before they fall too far&lt;br&gt;and fade away&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;just like the ghost in my head&lt;br&gt;i dont think i can stand&lt;br&gt;to be alone again&lt;Br&gt;in the dark and dying evening&lt;br&gt;where i'm sleeping&lt;br&gt;in a bed of bad dreams&lt;Br&gt;and moonlit screams&lt;br&gt;i think i need you now&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;if i came tonite&lt;br&gt;would you let me sleep some more&lt;br&gt;i dont want to be alone&lt;br&gt;i scare myself&lt;br&gt;when i hear myself talk&lt;Br&gt;its an unusual sound&lt;br&gt;when youre afraid of yourself&lt;br&gt;the way i am of me&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;walk with me&lt;br&gt;i think i'm sleeping&lt;Br&gt;but i cant seem to wake myself&lt;br&gt;when i need to be&lt;Br&gt;and i cant seem to stop myself&lt;Br&gt;when i'm crying&lt;br&gt;and i dont want to drown&lt;Br&gt;in my own tears again&lt;Br&gt;and i dont want to waste away&lt;br&gt;again&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;give me time&lt;Br&gt;and tomorrow i will be the same&lt;br&gt;give me time&lt;br&gt;and i'll be back&lt;br&gt;to the way i was yesterday&lt;br&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2893533381422791565-192733423923221323?l=bluegoldfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegoldfish.blogspot.com/feeds/192733423923221323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2893533381422791565&amp;postID=192733423923221323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2893533381422791565/posts/default/192733423923221323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2893533381422791565/posts/default/192733423923221323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegoldfish.blogspot.com/2008/05/give-me-time-and-west-of-east-manhattan.html' title='give me time and west of east manhattan'/><author><name>this girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/19/159840628_c347db3285_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2893533381422791565.post-3212450892944746648</id><published>2008-05-20T14:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T14:05:59.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>how long</title><content type='html'>sitting on the shoreline&lt;br&gt;in between yesterday and today&lt;br&gt;watching the tide&lt;br&gt;as it rolls away&lt;br&gt;i've got my old sentiments&lt;br&gt;tucked neatly in the back of my mind&lt;br&gt;and i think i'm too afraid to smile&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;the air smells of old laughter&lt;br&gt;and emptiness&lt;br&gt;and the blank expression on my face&lt;br&gt;tells you how i feel&lt;br&gt;when i dont want to feel anymore&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;and i slept alone last nite&lt;br&gt;and i'm too empty on the inside&lt;br&gt;to be this hurt&lt;br&gt;at my own masochism&lt;br&gt;when the world always turns its back&lt;br&gt;and walks away from me&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;well its four in the morning&lt;br&gt;rain on my window&lt;br&gt;and i feel so stale&lt;br&gt;and so troubled&lt;br&gt;that i dont want to bother&lt;br&gt;anyone&lt;br&gt;anymore&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;***********&lt;P&gt;my world was shaken up&lt;br&gt;and all i wanted&lt;br&gt;was to void myself away&lt;br&gt;and hide my own emotions&lt;br&gt;from myself and me&lt;br&gt;and when it starts to rain&lt;br&gt;i cant help but feel the pain&lt;br&gt;and i am too afraid to stay&lt;br&gt;in the backseat&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;it feels like five minutes ago&lt;br&gt;when it was really much longer&lt;br&gt;than we imagined&lt;br&gt;and beneath my bruises&lt;br&gt;lies a fragile little soul&lt;br&gt;and beneath my burning heart&lt;br&gt;lies an empty little world&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;how long can i be like this&lt;br&gt;before i break my own veins&lt;br&gt;and how long can i survive&lt;br&gt;without tearing away my brain&lt;br&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2893533381422791565-3212450892944746648?l=bluegoldfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegoldfish.blogspot.com/feeds/3212450892944746648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2893533381422791565&amp;postID=3212450892944746648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2893533381422791565/posts/default/3212450892944746648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2893533381422791565/posts/default/3212450892944746648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegoldfish.blogspot.com/2008/05/how-long.html' title='how long'/><author><name>this girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/19/159840628_c347db3285_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2893533381422791565.post-2574336199818063307</id><published>2008-05-20T14:04:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T14:05:25.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>changing</title><content type='html'>silent screams&lt;br&gt;and bad dreams&lt;br&gt;lost in a jar of obsessions&lt;br&gt;and disillusions&lt;br&gt;too afraid of the silence&lt;br&gt;that speaks to me&lt;br&gt;in tongues&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;and i said&lt;br&gt;you change like the weather&lt;br&gt;but we're always changing&lt;br&gt;and i cant help if i am this way&lt;br&gt;the oceans dont come my direction&lt;Br&gt;so where do i fall&lt;br&gt;when the shore isnt here&lt;br&gt;and i'm sure i'm not there&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;if the stars asked me&lt;br&gt;where will you go&lt;Br&gt;if you go away&lt;br&gt;what can i say to them?&lt;br&gt;when the bandages come off tonite&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;my pages&lt;br&gt;ended&lt;br&gt;right when yours began&lt;br&gt;and the rain&lt;br&gt;washed away&lt;br&gt;the words i had written&lt;br&gt;in the sand&lt;Br&gt;never build your castle&lt;br&gt;in the sand&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;and i'm not worried&lt;br&gt;i'm not too far gone&lt;br&gt;wrap me up&lt;br&gt;tuck me away&lt;br&gt;and i will be okay&lt;Br&gt;if its okay with you&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;i said&lt;br&gt;you change like the highway&lt;br&gt;but you were always like that&lt;br&gt;curving me around your finger&lt;br&gt;holding me in&lt;br&gt;and i cant help&lt;br&gt;feeling how i feel&lt;br&gt;when i feel for you&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;but i'm not worried&lt;br&gt;and i'm not so sure&lt;br&gt;pin me down&lt;br&gt;and take me home&lt;br&gt;before i change my mind&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;just one more cigarette&lt;br&gt;and you never know&lt;br&gt;who your friends really are&lt;br&gt;and this "i am yours&lt;br&gt;and you are mine"&lt;br&gt;i dont understand it this time&lt;br&gt;and i've been pushed around&lt;br&gt;just a little too much&lt;br&gt;to keep from breaking&lt;br&gt;so excuse my pieces&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;and you said&lt;br&gt;baby you change like a monet&lt;br&gt;dont let time wash you away&lt;br&gt;youre much to beautiful&lt;br&gt;to let it all fade&lt;br&gt;and i said beauty isnt what it use to be&lt;br&gt;but if you want&lt;br&gt;you can keep me here&lt;br&gt;and dont throw away your key&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;*****************&lt;P&gt;thirteen miles east of nowhere&lt;br&gt;and i'm too afraid to sleep&lt;br&gt;three cigarettes left&lt;br&gt;and ten minutes til insanity&lt;br&gt;and if i'm right&lt;br&gt;too many bad dreams&lt;br&gt;will keep me up tonite&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;ten blocks west of a friday nite&lt;br&gt;and i got lost again&lt;br&gt;on my way home&lt;br&gt;from baker street&lt;br&gt;and its cadillacs&lt;br&gt;that gleam in the moonlight&lt;Br&gt;talked me out of crying tonite&lt;Br&gt;&lt;P&gt;two weeks and i'm still alive&lt;br&gt;with one more bottle of wine&lt;br&gt;and i wont be sober anymore&lt;br&gt;and the days wont seem so bad&lt;br&gt;when i open my eyes&lt;br&gt;to find the daylight staring back at me&lt;br&gt;from this hallway&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;three am&lt;br&gt;the middle of november&lt;br&gt;and my voice scares me sometimes&lt;br&gt;when i've been alone too long&lt;br&gt;and i heard&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;you&lt;br&gt;made yourself stay awake&lt;br&gt;much too much more&lt;br&gt;and its hard&lt;br&gt;to breathe&lt;br&gt;when no one&lt;br&gt;will breathe for me&lt;br&gt;and my words get caught&lt;br&gt;in my own book&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;************&lt;P&gt;dont say its gonna be okay&lt;br&gt;when you dont know what okay is&lt;br&gt;and dont tell me its all gonna be alright&lt;br&gt;when alright walked out on me last nite&lt;br&gt;please dont say "we are one"&lt;br&gt;when one always ends up alone&lt;br&gt;cause i know&lt;br&gt;that i never was&lt;br&gt;the fantasy&lt;br&gt;of what you wanted to see&lt;br&gt;when you&lt;br&gt;dreamed of me&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;and baby&lt;br&gt;your boots can walk fast&lt;br&gt;when they walk on me&lt;br&gt;and i cant find your face&lt;br&gt;in my magazine&lt;br&gt;pass another bottle&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;but give me just one more day&lt;br&gt;and i'll be okay&lt;br&gt;just let me stay a part of your world&lt;br&gt;and your oceans&lt;br&gt;and let me and you&lt;br&gt;become the simple us&lt;br&gt;that so long have i waited&lt;br&gt;to hear&lt;br&gt;but i'd wait another year&lt;br&gt;if thats what you wanted me to do&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2893533381422791565-2574336199818063307?l=bluegoldfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegoldfish.blogspot.com/feeds/2574336199818063307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2893533381422791565&amp;postID=2574336199818063307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2893533381422791565/posts/default/2574336199818063307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2893533381422791565/posts/default/2574336199818063307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegoldfish.blogspot.com/2008/05/changing.html' title='changing'/><author><name>this girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/19/159840628_c347db3285_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2893533381422791565.post-7129375354432923518</id><published>2008-05-20T14:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T14:04:51.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oblivion doesnt exist</title><content type='html'>never knew oblivion&lt;br&gt;its all so subliminal&lt;br&gt;always in your head&lt;br&gt;never once felt happiness&lt;br&gt;or sucess&lt;br&gt;always one step down from where i stand&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;just one more moment&lt;br&gt;and i think i can crash&lt;br&gt;and just one more comment&lt;br&gt;and i think i can dash&lt;br&gt;out into the pouring rain&lt;br&gt;and if i dont drown&lt;br&gt;wake me when its over&lt;br&gt;wake me when oblivion sets in&lt;br&gt;and touches me with happiness&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;and if i dream of you&lt;br&gt;then i can feel one piece of a smile&lt;br&gt;and if i think of you&lt;br&gt;i can wish i werent alone&lt;br&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2893533381422791565-7129375354432923518?l=bluegoldfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegoldfish.blogspot.com/feeds/7129375354432923518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2893533381422791565&amp;postID=7129375354432923518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2893533381422791565/posts/default/7129375354432923518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2893533381422791565/posts/default/7129375354432923518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegoldfish.blogspot.com/2008/05/oblivion-doesnt-exist.html' title='oblivion doesnt exist'/><author><name>this girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/19/159840628_c347db3285_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2893533381422791565.post-4961953606865645172</id><published>2008-05-20T14:03:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T14:04:13.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>anywhere but down</title><content type='html'>we never sleepwalk alone&lt;br&gt;but sometimes i feel like its always me&lt;br&gt;who's the one without anything&lt;br&gt;and i cant seem to keep myself&lt;br&gt;down anywhere but down&lt;br&gt;and i would drive all afternoon&lt;br&gt;if it meant driving away from here&lt;br&gt;i cant hold myself up&lt;br&gt;when i keep getting down&lt;br&gt;and i cant keep myself dry&lt;br&gt;when all i do is cry&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;and if i rearrange my mind&lt;br&gt;maybe i can be here awhile&lt;br&gt;without falling short of myself&lt;br&gt;on this long road ahead of me&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;a friend of mine&lt;br&gt;said its okay to be you&lt;br&gt;cause i like the way you are&lt;br&gt;its okay you know&lt;br&gt;to be a little scared&lt;br&gt;its just hard i say&lt;br&gt;to be scared all the time&lt;br&gt;but the reward is always&lt;br&gt;the same punishment&lt;br&gt;loving me is like loving&lt;br&gt;something hard to understand&lt;P&gt;but if i rearrange my mind&lt;br&gt;maybe i can find time&lt;br&gt;to be a bit happy in my skin&lt;br&gt;and i wont fall short of myself&lt;br&gt;on this long road ahead of me&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2893533381422791565-4961953606865645172?l=bluegoldfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegoldfish.blogspot.com/feeds/4961953606865645172/comments/default' 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src='http://static.flickr.com/19/159840628_c347db3285_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2893533381422791565.post-4315133949800180132</id><published>2008-05-20T14:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T14:03:29.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>eaten alive</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;eaten alive&lt;/U&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;ive been eaten alive&lt;br&gt;and spit out like dirt&lt;br&gt;ive been chewed up whole&lt;br&gt;and tossed away like scum&lt;br&gt;i thought i was worth more&lt;br&gt;than you must think i am&lt;br&gt;i thought i was smarter&lt;br&gt;than i guess i really am&lt;br&gt;i guess i must be blind&lt;br&gt;thats what you think i am&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;ive been eaten alive&lt;br&gt;and kicked around like shit&lt;br&gt;ive been eaten alive&lt;br&gt;and played like a joke&lt;br&gt;i thought i was tougher&lt;br&gt;than i think i am&lt;br&gt;i thought i was quicker&lt;br&gt;than you thought id ever be&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;i guess im less than what we both&lt;br&gt;ever thought i was&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2893533381422791565-4315133949800180132?l=bluegoldfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegoldfish.blogspot.com/feeds/4315133949800180132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2893533381422791565&amp;postID=4315133949800180132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2893533381422791565/posts/default/4315133949800180132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2893533381422791565/posts/default/4315133949800180132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegoldfish.blogspot.com/2008/05/eaten-alive.html' title='eaten alive'/><author><name>this girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/19/159840628_c347db3285_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2893533381422791565.post-4776682324399995653</id><published>2008-05-20T14:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T14:02:48.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>discovered</title><content type='html'>i think i'm losing control&lt;br&gt;not sure where to go&lt;br&gt;the sky has turned on me&lt;br&gt;the rain is falling too fast too see&lt;br&gt;and i think that i fell in love with you all over again&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;i discovered your beauty&lt;br&gt;as it lay inside of me&lt;br&gt;all those endless nights missing you&lt;br&gt;i was really missing me&lt;br&gt;and i discovered your heartbeat&lt;br&gt;beating inside of me&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;i think i've lost my ticket&lt;br&gt;and i'm on the wrong track&lt;br&gt;i'm not going anywhere tonite&lt;br&gt;unless youre coming back&lt;br&gt;the snow is still falling&lt;br&gt;and i think i missed you too much tonite&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;i discovered your love&lt;br&gt;as it waited for me&lt;br&gt;all those tireless nights wanting you&lt;br&gt;i was really wanting me&lt;br&gt;and i discovered your faith&lt;br&gt;as it believed in me&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;i discovered you loving me&lt;br&gt;and i want to thank you for loving me&lt;br&gt;and discovering me&lt;br&gt;caring for me&lt;br&gt;until i discovered you&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2893533381422791565-4776682324399995653?l=bluegoldfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegoldfish.blogspot.com/feeds/4776682324399995653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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