You are the best
The brightest
Or so you love to say
Deep down
You know your nothing
Just an atom
Of our big big world
No matter how
You scream
your supposed Superiority
Nothing changes.

She’s not as genuine as cubic zirconia

or Christmas tree tinsel.

Her life may be one large web

littered with duty and lies.

But she smiles convincingly

and attends to the avoidable

and carries herself

as if all is well under the fragile façade.

Don’t ask her for honesty.

She could no more move the moon

than she could tell you the thing

you wouldn’t want to hear.

Don't think she doesn't grieve

when someone pulls at the scab of her reality.

There are, after all,

two sides to every story.

And if she wants to be a chameleon

in a changing, scary world
shouldn't we pretend like we can't see?

Never trust a man
who tells you
he is a businessman,
vagueness in a black tie,
he must be in the game
of drugs or other illegal fancies,
or the absolute worst of all,
he is telling you the truth.

-Jamie F. Nugent

That Witchcraft smile,
Like there's something to hide in
That Lovecraft mind,
All twisted and beddable,
Give me the sweet stuff;
Narrowly edible.

-Jamie F. Nugent

And tonight your house will be cold,

And tonight your mind will be clear,

And tonight your heart will be free,

And tonight, your fight finished, swift,

And this morning, you could not hold on,

So tonight, you will not have to.

-Jamie F. Nugent

The storm was raging outside my window,
Just before I left my bed,
But you were still sleeping,
Not wanting to wake,
And the seaside under my wardrobe
was collecting shells briskly.
The bedroom skies never sleep.
We used to paint Mona Lisa's,
Like plays on the stage,
Scribbling on the canvas
And we gave them as Christmas toys
To the vagabond that looked like James Dean,
Oh his life is was funny thing.

-Jamie F. Nugent