Filling in the blanks,
The spaces on your mouth,
That have not seen a kiss before,
That space nobody knows,
That place nobody goes,
Shinning candle night-lights on the floor,
I suppose I will just have to do,
I did not believe in anything,
But I believed in you,
Sing to me,sing to me,
Like a ghost burning and bursting
With a long love lost,
Of a 1000 years,
Just give me something that
I can hold on to,
Something I can believe.

-Jamie F. Nugent

You are still there,
In photographs,in the back of my mind
I can't extinguish;
You are the song,stuck in my head,
I can't rid,these annoyingly pretty sounds,
Your volume tends to blare,full blast,
I can't set it aflame, because
It's so cold,impossible to grasp.
A hallow cup of poison, with it's
Cranberry juice taste, that's
So easy to swallow, that's
So hard to spit out.
You had to make yourself into a monster,
Just to scare me away,
But running away fixes nothing,
Nothing at all
Well,at least
Not for me.

Jamie F. Nugent