January is a serial killer,

January is a climbing pillar,

January is a ****** stain,

January is a crashing train,

January is a spider bite,

January is a sleepless night,

January is Eliot's contradiction,

January is an infinite affliction,

January is a lacerated heart,

January is the very worst part,

January is a poison potion,

January is death in slow motion,

January is a *****,

January nevermore.



-Jamie F. Nugent

The further out West,
The madder the mad people,
I love the mad ones.


-Jamie F. Nugent

So what if he comes?
I'm not surprised anymore,
Same old obsession.

-Jamie F. Nugent

There we were,
The right place,
The right time,
Undercover of
Darkness,
Earlier then
Morningtide,
Alone in the
Twilight hours,
You and I,
So entwined.
Two pale moons
Shine from outside
The bedroom window,
The night plays her
Deceptions as we are
Tangled up in illusions,
As we stretch and yawn,
As I wait for the dawn,
My temptations explodes,
Desires breaking into pieces.

-Jamie F. Nugent

If you are going to kick someone,
Use both feet.
If it looks like it is leaning,
Give it a shove.
Bend it until it breaks
And then bend it some more.
If you are going to shout,
Blow your lungs out.
If you are going to run,
Run fast and run far.
If you are going to jump,
Don't say when.
If you are going to love,
Love completely
And without an apology.
Just never regret
Or say sorry.

-Jamie F. Nugent

That's not an anklet,
It's a ball and chain,
It might look pretty,
But it has you trapped.

The longer you wear it,
The deeper the scar,
The darker the bruise,
Just remember, in your hand,
You have the key.

It's never too late to get out.

-Jamie F. Nugent.

On the dark city streets,
Where we could found
Ourselves
So effortlessly lost.
You turn a cobblestone
Corner into the alley
By the old bookshop,
To read the lines
On my palms,
I'm not superstitious,
But you are mythical,
I can not explain you,
I can only try,
But I would not even
Come close at all.

-Jamie F. Nugent.