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Hailey McCarthy-Good, OP Contributor

I wish times were so carefree as they used to be, I

 
  
  
 

remember when chemistry was my slacker class and the
comics I made and how many times I skipped Writing 12
to lay in the sun.

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I wish times like those would always stay and am fear-
ing my imminent thrust into what is the real world. Only

more of it, but now I want time.

Time is flowing far too rapidly for my liking. I wish
Dark Side of the Moon was still fresh and not tainted by
relationship and muddle.

I wish it was mine.

I wish everything was mine. My selfish fish has come
from underneath the lid of the pot. It’s flapping and try-

die and free me of all the blindness that keeps me from
loving every second of my life.
Life Love.

How to combine such things to create a concoction
that does not reek but smells familiar and safe, like laun-
dry detergent. Oh, that chores would be abolished and
that I could live on land. I want to get on my dancing

ometimes I say stupid thin

 
  
 
     

glimpses have I been witness to and I have always wanted

ing to push the strange air through its gills. I wish it would

 

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perhaps feel the music once again reach throv
I want music to be once again fresh and vibra
has my sunshine gone? Someone take me out

   
 
      
  
     
      
 
 
  
 

me, dance with me as if it were something w1
exceedingly right. What are we afraid of?

I want the thrill of the drums and I want
and I want all eyes on me and I want someon

  

and wearing blue suede shoes, dressed in moc
dancing partner. I want to tango. I want to ex
through Dark Side of the Moon and avoid th
of something that was always doomed to bec

  
  
 
   

scientific experiment. Chemistry was never m
Someone please take me and mold me anc
good enough. Someone please come and rele:
my control and drive me through the streets t
out point, listen to Arctic Monkeys with me it
Van. I couldn’t care less if you never wanted

   
  

again, the moment is what I wish to always k«
Please! Keep me. Don’t let me go like that fis

   

dying for air. I swear I can be better! 1 am not the
Hailey! Help me, keep me... don’t forget me.

I wish this was actually about someone famous like Adam Gr

By Hailey McCarthy - Good

I invested everything into you
Your voice trickled brashly off
your tongue

Through the chords which rever-
berated

Into the shafts of ears of so
many

Stellar instrument

Swooned me

Unintentionally

You sang to me

Lonely across the lines
Your feet rooted deeply

In the current coordination
Of the rugged shag

Voice drizzling across the lengths
Tightening

Constricting

Loosening

Releasing

Fingers dabbling rhythmically
Across precious strings

Sound to my ear

My desire to dabble with your ear
To emit my own waves

Stun you constantly

As you to me

The sensitive shore of where we

hailed

Bellowed with the winds of

something

Unreleased

Fear

Constricting

Leaving a

Writhing

Wriggling

Soul to slip beneath need
Cross into love

We were behind the stage
Preparing for your climb to suc-
cess

Your rocket into public eye
Your antics

The screen above shimmered
Scratched black and white
Projected on the screen

Images of our current stance
Such a strange viewpoint as not
to be completely understood

In that viewpoint of the screen
(Comparatively to
The reality of our points

In relation to each other and to
everyone around us)

In that screens viewpoint you
mocked to lock lips with me

In reality I reached toward your
face

“Don’t pretend. Just kiss

me.

1 8 THE OTHER PRESS OCTOBER 5 2006

 

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