good as gold. |
It's been a long time since I have come here
but these streets...
they are the same dear.
I shouldn't be wearing the shoes that I'm wearing
-but they are the only ones that know my name.
My stare shou...
Posted by Jessica on Tue, 27 Mar 2007 03:49:00 PST |
THE PAPER BOY! |
Eight shows a week, two matinees.
Frills and lace,
Fed off stale fairytales
Champaign and face..
There is always somewhere to go for paper dolls.
Someone waiting.
Someone wanting.
Pretty delusions n...
Posted by Jessica on Sun, 25 Mar 2007 01:58:00 PST |
a cardbord box |
Oh, what a mockery my outward appearance must be to my intent. I could call home a cardboard box and I would be content -if eyes fell upon me adoringly. I would give up all my world to have all the w...
Posted by Jessica on Tue, 20 Mar 2007 05:36:00 PST |
Going with the flow and taking a step back. |
The American saying on her favorite shirt has been more inspiration than the sequence ever intended. "Jessica, Go with the flow...you can't control everything." she always had a w...
Posted by Jessica on Mon, 19 Mar 2007 10:09:00 PST |
black eyeshadow |
Something lingers before, where there was nothing.Cigarettes and dark eyeshadow.Silence falls upon my pillow.With ringing in my earsmorning comes too quickly.It's just the soul you take-Thought ...
Posted by Jessica on Tue, 06 Mar 2007 04:21:00 PST |
There's not a girl in there. |
Got a funny sting today between forgetfulness and contemplation. Just a little time today no different from those come and gone before. Some white around my neck and shoulders; no contrast to my compl...
Posted by Jessica on Wed, 28 Feb 2007 09:56:00 PST |
the contrast of the blues and golds |
It doesn't matter if you see in black or white..I was in the painted landA thousand miles away, in my staring role...-The best part was the things he didn't know-and somewhere dreams to understan...
Posted by Jessica on Mon, 26 Feb 2007 09:41:00 PST |
I'm not hungry |
If no one believes in me-I can feed myself on blind faith for years.Just because I can see into your soul dosn't make me god. &n
bsp; &nb...
Posted by Jessica on Sun, 18 Feb 2007 09:53:00 PST |
all clocks were stopped and again man has mocked himself |
We pride ourselves on being human...
Yet four footed creatures of the plain
and of the wood to not dare tread where we go.
There is no balance in our dance,
no grace in our advancement.
It should be ...
Posted by Jessica on Thu, 08 Feb 2007 06:57:00 PST |
