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Wednesday, October 29th, 2008
always listen to your gut, your head and your heart are lying bitches…
Archive for October, 2008
Wednesday, October 29th, 2008
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Tuesday, October 28th, 2008
Life is not a spectacle or a feast; it is a predicament…
a mouth laced with sorrow
Posted by ~ jamiegirlTuesday, October 28th, 2008
and when i’m dead i wonder
if i will wear that same secret smile of relief
my mouth laced with sorrow
and if my bare, bare feet… Continue reading
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Friday, October 24th, 2008
I think that death falls in love with life quite often…and that life has a crush on death but doesn’t want death to find out…
broken man
Posted by ~ jamiegirlThursday, October 23rd, 2008
you were all diet pepsi and white toast
surfer boy with your broken feet
you were marathons and heavy breathing
running man with your broken harte
you were… Continue reading
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Monday, October 20th, 2008
Your smile hurts my eyes when you lie through your teeth…
leaving invisible trails
Posted by ~ adminSaturday, October 18th, 2008
you know
he said
she fell
it could have been a tall building
could have been a tall tree
or was it a window a balcony
or a rooftop of angles and tin
there was nothing to catch her
she dropped silently and… Continue reading
the main street bus
Posted by ~ jamiegirlFriday, October 17th, 2008
i watched them get on the bus, three of them, in through the back door.The woman stepped on first, the two men following.Faces gaunt, lines deep enough to hold a dime.She was holding on to… Continue reading
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Thursday, October 16th, 2008
The cure for anything is salt water - sweat… tears… or the sea…
in arms reach
Posted by ~ adminThursday, October 16th, 2008
…but you, you were something I knew I couldn’t be good at, even if I tried,
so I didn’t
and now I’m here, where I don’t want to be.
We’re here together, I mean, that’s… Continue reading
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Thursday, October 16th, 2008
I stay as close to the edge as I can without going over. Out on the edge you see all kinds of things you can’t see from the center…
a woman wears her tears like jewlery
Posted by ~ jamiegirlWednesday, October 15th, 2008
Lips that taste of tears, i think,
Are the best for kissing.
and I know that if anybody speaks to me
or looks at me too closely
the tears will fly out of my eyes and the sobs will… Continue reading
unhinged
Posted by ~ jamiegirlWednesday, October 15th, 2008
taken over
by bright eyes
and pursed lips
and strong arms
and mismatched socks
unhinged
by fake teeth smiles
and wild eyes
and clenched teeth
against a dirty red sofa
dizzied
by brave confessions
and smart crazy talk
and gleaming laughing
cb
Posted by ~ jamiegirlWednesday, October 15th, 2008
alone with everybody
the flesh covers the bone
and they put a mind
in there and
sometimes a soul,
and… Continue reading
crazylady
Posted by ~ jamiegirlWednesday, October 15th, 2008
Jamie is in need of a lobotomy. quick, someone get her a saw…
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Saturday, October 11th, 2008
i’m deeply attracted to notions of opposites, good and evil, chaos and order, dirty and clean, me and…you…
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Saturday, October 11th, 2008
Jamie is all fun and games until someone loses an eye…
Slather
Posted by ~ jamiegirlSaturday, October 11th, 2008
I will slather you in poetry, pirouette into things more carnal and
slip into the intuitive,
intellectual and instinctive.
running with no legs
Posted by ~ jamiegirlSaturday, October 11th, 2008
Time turns into a rope that unravels slowly as I wait to be intoxicated
by your kisses.
When I see you, and you smile at… Continue reading
my blood is made of lunacy
Posted by ~ jamiegirlSaturday, October 11th, 2008
my brain… full of cashmere thoughts
and my blood is made of lunacy.
the moon has caught on fire
and death has fallen in love
with life.
i sit in the window seat of my life
covered in the jagged edges…
testimonies
and my blood is made of lunacy.
the moon has caught on fire
and death has fallen in love
with life.
i sit in the window seat of my life
covered in the jagged edges…
testimonies
kiss
Posted by ~ jamiegirlFriday, October 10th, 2008
i want to pick
a bouquet
of kisses
from his mouth
and put them
in water
beside my bed
and to just…
sleep…
strokes of night
Posted by ~ jamiegirlSunday, October 5th, 2008
Lying asleep between the strokes of night
I saw my love lean over my sad bed,
Pale as the duskiest lily’s leaf or head,
Smooth-skinned and dark, with bare throat made to bite,
Too wan for blushing… Continue reading
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Saturday, October 4th, 2008
Haven’t showered in three days, and no one had noticed, so it was fast on it’s way to being habit…
heard you’re fucked
Posted by ~ jamiegirlWednesday, October 1st, 2008
heard art,
heard notes,
heard you walked home
let the rain saturate your blue jeans
just so you could feel sorry for yourself
heard poem,
heard step
heard you think I’m perfect
heard you… Continue reading
the ravaged woman
Posted by ~ jamiegirlWednesday, October 1st, 2008
She wants you to touch her.
She takes your hand, guiding it,
circling the sore spot, over and over,
wanting you to make it better,
wanting you to make it right.
god bless the ravaged woman
batting her lacquered eyes… Continue reading
older thoughts and colder leftovers…
Posted by ~ jamiegirlWednesday, October 1st, 2008
~New plan: Only being friends with people whose names make good whiskey brands.
~they could release a study saying that Frootloops contains ground up elephant tusk, lab rat tears, and babies crushed ambition, I’d still Continue reading
