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~*Jessica Nova*~

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About Me


www.novaerratic.com
I am composed of the vernacular known as god, limitless with potential and limitlessly flawed. I walk myself up hills, slip on banana peels, return to my feet with a flute in E, make myself home in a kingdom of self constraints, then rebel. A famous author I know calls it, "living in hell". I smile for no reason, laugh underneath my breath, a deceiving site, for I cry behind the curtain from my heart being torn. Violet rays of light illuminate inner silence as I surf purple gong waves to heal from the violence. I wear a special shirt when I misbehave, that is the rule, but I break it. Underneath my lies I'm naked and unafraid. I play myself like a game, and until the wisdom catches, I'll settle for being sane. I'm honest when its safe and passionate with my lies, self preservation comes at a price. The mask is my game. The past is my vice. Setting fire to the rules is my self abuse. Silence is my remedy. Addiction is my noose. Poetry is my charm. I am (followed by (any word here)) is my indulgence, the absorption of which has paid for escapism. My word is a pen and the pages are everyone's hearts. From mine to theirs, the circle is complete with language in between, my mission... to read the sacred geometry, the vernacular known as god, but until then, laugh... for being so flawed.
" I pretty much try to stay in a constant state of confusion just because of the expression it leaves on my face."
If you really put a small value upon yourself, rest assured that the world will not raise your price.
"I was about half in love with her by the time we sat
down. That's the thing about girls. Every time they do
something pretty... you fall half in love with them, and
then you never know where the hell you are."
J. D. Salinger
"Gather experience... Look at what you should not
look at. A feeling of anxiety is the sure and certain
evidence that you should do this.
Clive Barker

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My Blog

free radicals

nevermind forgotten loreits is too riddled with doubtbut persist in learning how to weavea good and well blended stoutfirst you take some barley oatsand brew them and ferment' 'emwith dreams and schem...
Posted by on Sun, 07 Jun 2009 19:22:00 GMT

bury me

i put myself in your shoes when you take them offi plant my being in yours in tidal wavesim surfing the entrance to clarityim losing each time i behavespace crosses time as I enter your mindand meshes...
Posted by on Sun, 07 Jun 2009 18:55:00 GMT

interstellar fuck God

the whir of soap down the drain reamed my blood.i took an anxious look at your body, and understoodyou were frazzled in bubbles, of thoughts so sincere,i rationed and mighted them, that the translucen...
Posted by on Sun, 07 Jun 2009 18:33:00 GMT

a new world

just imagine if i met you in a field.parted your fears, as we melted as oneloved the things which most hatebecause our love is so strongpet peeves become nullas our eyes mix in a poolturning red into ...
Posted by on Wed, 27 May 2009 18:20:00 GMT

dont land in the yellow snow

i fastened my seatbelt, and the stewardess poured me winei drank a seldom handshake with the backwards smiling mani fumbled with due time, and timed it rather wella fair and graceful punishment for my...
Posted by on Mon, 27 Apr 2009 20:05:00 GMT

when in Rome...

a collaboration by Jessica Nova and Samantha Jeanthe crisp folded path lay backburied in the crescent pocket in my otherwise crusty orbital lobefeel the lint in my jeansa reminder of old receipts and ...
Posted by on Mon, 27 Apr 2009 18:47:00 GMT

rainfall

your love hits my mind like a rain fallmassaging gently my aching skincreeping up the back of my neck to the base of my skullmaking me feel calm, wet, and relaxedas i lay all my guards on the grassand...
Posted by on Thu, 15 Nov 2007 19:49:00 GMT

wormhole

parched earth dried up beneath your walkin shoesmiss memory lying beneath the humming willowsyour face in the future getting ready for the wealthof a sunny sunshine dream devoured by the mouth,of all ...
Posted by on Wed, 03 Oct 2007 20:40:00 GMT

by my side

a thumbtack aint as tough as a screwbut thats how i hold you up on my walli can see the plaster start to give waymaybe kinkos can refund me my heart.your face glistens at 11 o'clockin a rather disorie...
Posted by on Thu, 02 Aug 2007 20:08:00 GMT

lucas

i've never felt so in love in my lifethen when i felt my son kicking mei'm not sure what hes sayingbut i can tell he cant wait to tell mei swear my son i will alwaysget down on hand and knee to playi'...
Posted by on Tue, 26 Jun 2007 08:49:00 GMT