Comments Posted By Jaymie
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I see a spark of life in you.
A spark of something completely true.
There’s a star in your heart-
In your mind-
I want to take part
In whatever it is
With your time.
» Posted By Jaymie On 11.03.2012 @ 11:02 pm
I’ve looked at you, and I’ve known you, for so long.
Yet there is so much space between us.
I have loved you, dearest.
But I refuse to take the steps to reunite us.
I don’t feel they are steps worth taking any more.
You made that clear when you took steps to separate yourself from me.
Especially when I was replaced with another.
» Posted By Jaymie On 11.01.2012 @ 11:36 pm
I’m supposed to be dominant. Maybe I am. Maybe I walk into a room and people feel the power coursing through me.
I have electricity. It’s hard to get close to me, because I’m always pulsing, and no one likes to feel diminished.
And here I am, establishing dominance.
» Posted By Jaymie On 10.09.2012 @ 10:55 pm
There’s a mass in my heart and it grows, but it’s malignant. I cannot love.
» Posted By Jaymie On 10.08.2012 @ 11:11 pm
What does it taste like, being happy? Is it a feeling void of any worry?
I don’t know if I’ll remember, but it makes me think of museums with albino crocodiles and long car rides over the Golden Gate Bridge.
I think of my father when I was four.
That’s being happy to me.
» Posted By Jaymie On 10.07.2012 @ 11:02 pm
I listen to music through them. They’re pretty awesome because I get lost on my own world the second I put them in. I love them. They may be life savers. But I don’t really know.
» Posted By Jaymie On 09.09.2012 @ 10:03 am
suppose i had told him i wanted him when he was still around. suppose i call another to tell him up front he was my first love. suppose i had kept strictly to physical attraction and have turned a blind eye to the most amazing chemistry i’ve ever had with someone.
well then i suppose i would’ve missed out on the greatest love of my life.
» Posted By Jaymie On 10.04.2011 @ 1:13 am
i braid my hair to one side, over my shoulder. but i rarely do this because i feel as if too much of my face is exposed. i braid my hair at night though, so that my curls don’t frizz.
» Posted By Jaymie On 10.01.2011 @ 11:55 pm
» Posted By jaymie On 09.19.2011 @ 12:05 am
i didn’t go to his funeral, even though i had harbored strong feelings for him for a long time.
i regret what didn’t happen between us, when it had every chance to.
i regret not going . . .
but i didn’t want to believe he was gone.
» Posted By Jaymie On 06.11.2011 @ 8:58 pm
i don’t know where you are. they found your bones above the earth, and now you are one with it.
i miss you, even though i don’t think you ever thought we were close. i can’t imagine if you did, but i hope you did. i hope you felt something in your heart for me, and it doesn’t have to be love. i don’t think you are capable of hate, so i’m not worried about that.
i just miss you. and you’re bones are in the earth, and your soul is somewhere in the universe, probably close to your loved ones, but i can’t stop wondering “what if?” i hope at some point, you will look down at me, and feel my missing you. because i do, music man.
love, your cutie.
» Posted By Jaymie On 05.11.2011 @ 4:19 pm
my heart wavers. it feels heavy, and i had only wished i knew his feelings. he is gone now, but it doesn’t feel real. i shall see him again one day, but when the halo around his head becomes real, one of golden light, not of hair. wherever i go, and whatever happens to me, i will remember his honest soul and spirit.
» Posted By Jaymie On 05.08.2011 @ 11:01 am
She walked down the road, a warm breeze lifting her hair from her shoulders. Her aviators protected her lonely eyes from the blowing dust. Her surroundings were desolate, Arizona dryness spreading out around her for miles. She felt like a whisper.
At a small crooked white cross stuck in the dirt of the side, she stopped. The sun beat down her head, and the dust swirled around her feet. She dug into her shorts back pocket and pulled out a worn American flag bandana. She held it out at arm’s length and saw speckled blood stains in the white stars and the white stripes. The breeze picked up into a wind, and the bandana was yanked from her grip and was carried away into the horizon.
» Posted By Jaymie On 05.02.2011 @ 5:44 pm
There were bodies packed tight together. It reminded him of packed sardines. Sweating.
A blond girl covered in glitter came up and kissed him, but he pushed her gently away and went deeper into the fold.
He saw her then. A redhead in a shiny vinyl tube top and a micro skirt. Her exposed skin was painted in glow-in-the-dark colors, and she was dancing with glow sticks in her hands. Her hair stuck to her neck and forehead with sweat. He made a beeline for her, a moth attracted to fluorescent light.
» Posted By Jaymie On 05.01.2011 @ 11:38 am
He watched her fling the flowers down. “What goes through your head?” she cried. “After what you’ve done, you think-” She turned around suddenly, leaving in a flourish.
He watched her go, and then in a delayed instant, he said, “What the hell did I do? Nothing!”
He looked at the flowers on the ground. He crushed them under his feet, feeling hatred grow within. Her heart had a deadbolt lock, and he had lost the key long ago.
» Posted By Jaymie On 04.28.2011 @ 3:54 pm
He walked down the gravel road in the middle of the trailer park. On his right, there was a silver cube with green curtains in the windows.
Home, he thought.
He walked towards it, feeling the time drag on forever, never reaching the door. As he watched it never get closer, a blond pixie opened the door and shot him a 100-watt smile.
“You’re here!” she screamed, running out in bare feet to hug him.
She kissed him when she reached it, and then he corrected himself. This was home, he thought.
» Posted By Jaymie On 04.27.2011 @ 4:02 pm
i am puzzled over why everyone thinks they can just walk all over me. i am puzzled why people like to argue with me, and then get upset when i get upset with them. i am puzzled over other people’s behavior, why they act certain ways, and i’m also puzzled with myself.
» Posted By Jaymie On 04.24.2011 @ 10:34 pm
black and brilliant, strong and sturdy, Iron should’ve been his name. but it wasn’t. his name was midnight, and he wasn’t black. he was just a little gray foal, galloping alongside his mother, who had no black horse lineage in her family.
» Posted By Jaymie On 04.24.2011 @ 10:51 am
styrofoam. you can rip it, but it’s not as fun bubble wrap or the styrofoam peanuts. the hard-packed styrofoam, no one likes to play with.
» Posted By Jaymie On 04.23.2011 @ 9:31 am
This whole thing was new to her. She could no longer pretend like she didn’t care. She could not say she had no heart. Because she had found love.
She didn’t know what to do with it though.
» Posted By Jaymie On 04.21.2011 @ 6:43 pm
She looked at him with lifeless eyes, but he could feel her heart. She was momentarily back with him, he felt, but then she slipped past, into the dark night with her new found friends. She walked away, like she didn’t know him. With that heart, he might have thought she was a robot.
» Posted By Jaymie On 04.19.2011 @ 6:57 pm
“I’ll play you a song on my acoustic guitar,” he sang. “And I hope you’ll forgive me for all the wrong I’ve done so far.”
Only thing is, when he plays guitar for her, she gets bored.
» Posted By Jaymie On 04.18.2011 @ 5:09 pm
She’s never drunken whiskey before. She remembers her grandfather used to drink it, and he smelled like cigars. She smoked cigars sometimes, when she was feeling classy. She looked at the offered glass, looked up into his warm brown eyes, and opted not to take it.
» Posted By Jaymie On 04.17.2011 @ 6:19 pm
i could never find luxury. i don’t know how to be luxurious, i guess. i guess i put luxury with fancy, and i don’t do fancy. it makes me uncomfortable. it’s too rich. just give me natural and comfortable any day. i’m not luxury. i’m me.
» Posted By Jaymie On 04.16.2011 @ 11:22 pm
gasoline sucks. prices for it sucks. it’s all high and stuff. no one likes it anymore, but everyone is too lazy to find an alternative fuel! and it makes me upset because when i have a car, guess what? prices will be really high, like they’re on ecstasy!!
» Posted By Jaymie On 04.15.2011 @ 9:55 pm
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anyone alone, before always, friends, family, death, begining, to be always one with the world you must be alone, without them, to have them here. This is the true meaning.
» Posted By Jaymie On 06.18.2010 @ 11:49 pm