This night is so sleepless,
This love feels so lovless,
These kisses are so painless.

Under trees,
Under stars,
Hidden behind
Rain-clouds.

To still feel fingers of yours,
Down my spine,
Long after our goodbyes,
Gives bliss.

-Jamie F. Nugent

She once read me her poems,
But the knotical ones,
Not the ones that revealed
Her tragic secrets or past.

That was when I know
She would sooner see me
Become her castaway
On a desert island,
Then on her ship,
Sailing away,
Or standing with her
Hand in hand,
On a beach,
Throwing stones
Into the sea.

I could feel the water seeping through
And knew that our shipwreck
Wasn't too far away or too long now.

And after all out simplicity
After our final curtain fell,
I was just left standing in the dark,
On top of the parts and pieces
Of her sombre ship,
That I stole from her
Like a kiss,
She watched me sail away
As I watched her sink.

-Jamie F. Nugent.

At times, we were
Statues in a museum gallery -
Crumbling -
I took pieces from you,
And you from me,
But we always felt
Empty-handed; after
La petite mort.

Still, some our days were
Perfect afternoons spent
Swimming in the late,
Or sometimes the river,
When the sun beat down,
In orange boxing gloves,
Melting you and I,
Like butter on toast.

- Jamie F. Nugent

People live in the shadows
Of each other,
People ride on the coattails
Of each other,
People hand out their
Fairweather friendships
To each other,
(But only temperately)
People build walls around
Each other,
And around themselves,
Some people will **** you
With a smile,
Or a kiss,
That drags you down to
The deepest frozen depts,
Until you're at the bottom
Right with all the rest.

- Jamie F. Nugent

I am trying to drown out these thoughts of you,
With the crescendo of a piano,
As it weeps in the key of C minor,
And by the pluck of string
After ***** string,
The drone of musettes melancholic,
The THUMP and SMASH of drums,
Getting louder all the time,
Until this room shakes;
Then I'm not the only thing shaking,
I can't feel it in my head,
Just the magnificent thunder in my chest,
And the pounding thud in my stomach,
I wonder how much I can truly take?
I doubt it is much more then this,
I am giving up this fight,
I can't make your heart like mine,
No matter how hard I try,
There will be no encore.    

-Jamie F. Nugent

It is 10 am,
My curtains are drawn,
Blinds shut,
All light shut out.
We fell apart,
I am falling apart,
But everything will,
Given time,
Even the Mona Lisa
Is falling apart
Her smile, like mine
Is slowly fading now
But is anything truly beautiful
If it lasts forever?

- Jamie F. Nugent