Moments of surpassing loveliness,
That you compose like a symphony,
That are twice as gorgeous,
And threefold as complex.

You have fire with in yourself,
Pretty little flames.
You contain this beat,beat, beat!
Tribal percussion,
Drumming all through the night.

With the grace of your wrist,you throw
These pink paper airplanes,
With inviting invitation on the inside,
They glide through the winter air,
Until they fall upon my doorstep

-Jamie F. Nugent

He slipped those chords in, because
She was a Goth and he thought
She'd be impressed.
He had always been a sucker for
The type she was.

He could not help but submit
Into her being,
Into her eyes, her dark green eyes,
Into her voice, her soft as silk voice,
Into her brown hair, dyed darkest black,
Into her red rosy lips,stained shades of purple lipstick,
Into her ghostly pale skin, forever untouched by a sun,

Her name was Susan, but she rathered Siouxie,
That was what he called his obsession,
His teenage lust.
That burning feeling, that stumbled over him,
Like the edges of the sea crawling over the sand,
Until there was nothing left in him,
But that feeling, and
His knowing that he had to do something about it.

-Jamie F. Nugent

You were my only pleasure,
You were my only softness,
You brought out my best, but these days,
You bring out my paranoia,
When I turn the street's corner,
Thinking I see you in the corner
Of my eye, only to be
Another girl with your same composure.
Sometimes, I am just a heartbeat away
From the button on the telephone
That reads '4'
The last digit of your digits,
But then, I put the telephone to bed,
Just like I should put this to bed.

-Jamie F. Nugent

Perfect and elegant, like some statuette,
Impossible to touch
She seems just like a silhouette.
Behind brown eyes,
Behind the looking glass,
She sees
All the men, who've fallen for her,
Their shattered knees.
Unbalanced, I'd become,
Upon passing her on the staircase,
As she'd walk, in her quick pace,
Hair, brown, curly at the ends,
Brushing the banisters top,
Sweet and addictive,
Like a narcotic lollipop.

-Jamie F. Nugent

I want you.
I want you
not to leave
just yet.
I want you
not to go
off into
that ***** storm.
I want you
to taste sweetness,
my sweetheart.
I want you
to stick around,
just a while longer,
Like a candle
Caught up in
an inferno.
I want you.


-Jamie F. Nugent

An old calendar ,
A Christmas present from me,
Only seen nine mouths.

-Jamie F. Nugent

The weekend lovers,
They never talked when sober,
Strangers come Monday.

No kindness from him,
Wants not her love nor her mind,
Just her body, drunk.

Lonely in his arms,
She keeps up the masquerade,
Nothing else to do.


-Jamie F. Nugent