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Sammie P Jones (Writing Only)

I'm going to be harsh and blunt when I tell you this...

About Me

I'm Sammie P. Jones. I'm from Southern California and like writing poetry and semi-autobiographical stories on my living-room futon. I hate menthol cigarettes and bad tequila.
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My Interests

Permanent markers, charcoal art, painting, literature, Reno 911, Chamomile Tea, Running (fast), Sunglasses (big and small) Make-up, shoes (high heels), Pin-up girls, the viola, violin and guitar.

I'd like to meet:

Everyone. If you have something to say...

My Blog

Gringa.

I'm already sorry I've started to talk. About the small apartments.The neighbors that called me a gringa. The racist jokes about my dad from inglaterra. If my mom was a mexican why was she a guerra? ...
Posted by Sammie P Jones (Writing Only) on Wed, 05 Sep 2007 06:17:00 PST

Cashews and Almonds and Walnuts

Hug me.And know that we're that close.Like um Cashews and Almonds and WalnutsJust Chew.Mixed nuts and glue.Kiss me.Freshly, sweetly.You will call me back.In a week.After the fact.You're much prettier,...
Posted by Sammie P Jones (Writing Only) on Wed, 13 Jun 2007 12:47:00 PST

To Catch a Predator

To catch a predator.We can't watch that kind of shame.To post an alert of amber.We can't search for torn bits of prey.We are suffered by the fact that we areall a little bit ashamed.That we are all a ...
Posted by Sammie P Jones (Writing Only) on Wed, 13 Jun 2007 12:31:00 PST

We Just Wanna Fix Shit

-We Just Wanna Fix Shit-All the pills that he takes.We know it's all fake,But we're addicted,We just wanna fix shit. Come on you've tried it too.The knives the ropesyour friends never knew.With a big ...
Posted by Sammie P Jones (Writing Only) on Thu, 15 Feb 2007 12:38:00 PST

Two For Giving Up

-Two for Giving Up-His eyes are two for giving up.His hands are waiting for excusesI don't have.I ask?How did this happen.Looking at a friend I didn't know I had. There's a bad design to this match.I ...
Posted by Sammie P Jones (Writing Only) on Thu, 15 Feb 2007 12:39:00 PST

The Cabaret (Her Show)

-The Cabaret (Her Show)- Is it alright to lie?If no one will know.Keep a good secretwith promise for it to be told. Welcome to my cabaret.Sit yourself and stay.I don't mind if you laugh...
Posted by Sammie P Jones (Writing Only) on Thu, 15 Feb 2007 12:36:00 PST

Slow dance

-Slow Dance-   Slow feet. Southern Beat. Slow dance. But hold on fast. Can I sway...? I feel sea-sick. Back n' forth and too quick. We swing and we dip. Closer and tight. Awkwardness brewed by th...
Posted by Sammie P Jones (Writing Only) on Thu, 15 Feb 2007 12:29:00 PST

An Hour with a Therapist

-An Hour with a Therapist- I shut my eyes. I try to practice breathing right. Still there is no clarity. I put my glasses on. I stare at my mirror and make faces. I draw funny pictures on my legs...
Posted by Sammie P Jones (Writing Only) on Thu, 15 Feb 2007 12:21:00 PST

Stomach Knots

-Stomach Knots- A cowboy hat lookin' down from my TV, white gesso paint mournin' on the shelf just beneath, I got a picture in my soul I want to draw, but first I gotta untie my stomach knots.   ...
Posted by Sammie P Jones (Writing Only) on Thu, 15 Feb 2007 12:15:00 PST

What I Saw

-What I Saw- His nose has a bump like a bench. A bench for sitting quietly on the cliff. A sunset view of tan lips from a ski lift.   His cheek is a cactus peach. It tastes delicious but it looks...
Posted by Sammie P Jones (Writing Only) on Thu, 15 Feb 2007 12:09:00 PST