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                                           My new kitten, Killer, he's too freaking cute.
                                       

                                       


My name is Jamie, and I have been writing poetry since I was in the fifth grade. (Though I like to think I am at least a little bit better now than I was then.) It's been a great source of release for me. I've grown up in a less than wonderful atmosphere, and I find that writing poems and stories has helped me a lot in working through anger and frustrations that had no other form of escape.

I've had a few poems published under various pen names, though nothing major as of yet. There is always hope. I mean how many poets are honestly celebrated while they are still alive?

Most of my writing is very free form, and a lot of times just one long running thought. I don't use a lot of caps or punctuation in my writing unless the poem feels like that's what it wants. Every write has it's own personality, though the majority of mine are very bare of grammatical corsets. My poems are usually meant to be read very quickly, allowing each line to flow right into the next one without taking a breath. Like most pieces you never really get the full effect unless you hear it read aloud by someone who knows it's flow. Sort of the downside of reading. But I hope I set them up well enough to convey my message and the feel of the work. (I know a lot of you on here seem to have an issue with people who do not use caps at the beginning of every line, and for some reason think that it is not poetry. I would like to direct you to e.e. cummings. A well known and published writer, who does not cap every line if at all.)

My most current influences are Walt Whitman, and Sylvia Plath. I think she has been a more direct influence. I didn't nessassarily agree with her life, but her impact is apparent in a lot of the things I do. Especially her later work. 

                                                             
                                                                    (Courtesy of Nora)

On the more personal side, I am a happy go lucky kind of person, with rare moments of the rage. I think I am pretty easy to talk to, and I am always open with anyone. I am very straightforward, some people can't handle that. I value honesty, and I think not saying anything often times is as good as a lie. I try to be as approachable as possible to my friends as well as strangers. 

I don't have a lot of spare time off of the computer at the moment, but what I do have I usually spend writing or volunteering. I work online for a company in Sweden cropping news papers for websites. I've been there for about a year now. Before then I usually worked with food. (I am an awesome cook, thank you very much. But... you have to do the dishes...) 

Obviously I am one of my own favorite subjects. lmao. More will be added later when the new pages are set up. Some will be taken out. We will just have to see how it all works out.
In the mean time.... Poke the Penguin. 

                                                     

                                               (You know you wanna)   

                                           Or if you are feeling really spunky

                                                     you can poke him.

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                                                                V


                                                   


                                                     (Don't be shy.)


           
                     Me and my (even more) amazing(ness) (x's infinity and beyond)
                AP wife the one and only Kristy Kitty who often mirrors my thoughts.

                                           (A beautiful gift she gave to me)

                                                  ~happy birthday~
                                                               by lionessk

                                       hauntingly beautiful are your words...
                                       an artist touch in this world of prose
                                       
presentation of self in profound colors
                                       
perfection upon a page of emotion
                                       
your pen whispers to the heart

                                       between lines everything is felt (and defined)
                                       immeasurable depths, eyes are the windows
                                       rimmed with passion...speaking all i cannot
                                       tempting the senses, deep breaths in rhythm
                                       hypnotized by the power of thought (i'm under your spell)
                                       dolcezza, my words are inadequate and lacking
                                       all you deserve... the gift of an angels' verse to sing
                                       your name in adoration.. to say happy birthday



                           
                                                   (courtesy of romantic visionary)

Other great writers -

Helene, an amazing writer, and a total pain in the arse. (But we love her anyway.)

The loverly, <3, Karla, in all her glory.

The awsomeness that is Krystal.

Desi, my little heart, isn't she cute?

I caught a Pixie and I put her in a jar on my page, I will call her Janet.


The beautiful Laura, my pocket pixie, I take her everywhere I go.


I have recently been adopted as the Son and Bouncer of the great tiger, JohnnyD.

There would be a link to an unnamed person here but she eats faces.

Sandy, (newly wedded AP wife to Puppydog) because of her sexy Butter Buns, and the love poems she writes, not knowing they are to me!! xD

Kristina, my AP neice, a very talented dark poetry writer I highly recommend her.

Mel , my Melmel, she's a little fairy and she rocks, check her out.

Who could forget the lovable Cait, mother of my wittens.

Aaron, my TinkerBell, though he will kick my ass for that. lmao.

Yay! Angelic who just took me out of AP foster care and into a new home! She is now my AP Mom!
The one who always brings me hugs and kisses, my sweet Lynda.

Susan, for always lettin' me cat around.

Teresa, who is a wonderful writer and someone I adore.

My Favorite Pea, Alex who has been with me through thick and thin.

My dear friend Paper who is still learning and should post more often.

My best friend, Aronoded who is still getting comfy here, but doesn't post often.

Lord Gegishov, because his work is so good I want to smack him.

Diana has such a unique and amazing out look, and style, I highly recommend looking into her.

JP, who is totally awesome, he has a very interesting vibe and unique way of expressing himself.

Sig, my Siggy Bunny had to go away, but I will save her a spot, just incase.   


                 



                                                           
                                                                  Rawr!

Groups I love

Embracing Imagination (run by myself and lionessk)



 
(courtesy of B Chandler)

Presents given to me

Verses for You
by -escapingartist-

An ocean of inspiration,
his verses crash rhythmically
into the shores I'm planted on

Childlike, captivated in awe
yet scared to swim,
I test the waters
one trepid step at a time,
defenseless and shyly clinging
to the safety of my sands

I inhale the salty air,
the taste of flesh
upon my tongue, triggers
my machine function,
oiling my mind's gears,
grinding and churning
my inner workings
of creativity that he swirls

He encompasses the breeze,
twists hurricane strength
through the ink in my pen,
and all I've accomplished,
is to stare thunderstruck
and whisper his name,
breathlessly unsure
of whether to dive in
to the perfection that he is,
or hide behind the dunes,
holding purple flowers
in my outstretched hands.

Verses upon Truth
by beautifulmemory (Rosita)

Verses on Flesh
Scribbled upon faith and hope,
is the broken winged angel.
Guiding towards light and happiness...
at the cost of fearing and losing
Nothing.
life isn't the same since this soul
was bestowed.
Everlasting questions
met with thoughtful answers.
Not watered down to taste bland,
the truth is rough like strong alcohol.
Life is worth living,
discard the very monster
that makes you quiver in your bed.
Strong willed,
and whimsically arrogant
with smile upon lips
life before death.
Amazement before beauty.
All he's taught me...
will be inscribed
Truth upon skin
will forever remind
the world is always watching
whispering,
so close
never not alone.
Scared to venture
a scary endevour,
seek out life and help.
a beautiful meek soul
Beautiful in Memory.


~ la mia dolcezza ~ by lionessk

For Master Jamie by luckynsincere

Verses on flesh by sigrun odinsdottir (Siggy Bunny)

For Verses on Flesh by neverontime

Love Buttons by wandering angel

verses on flesh by lovewilltearusapart

verses on flesh by luckynsincere

The Le' Pews by neverontime

Silly Little Kitty by Summer Dreams

verses on flesh by night hope

~verses on flesh~ by butterflydreams







Compliments of a friend

A little number the loverly Iohagh wrote for me, since I only come out when it rains. heeheehee.

Jaime

Worms, slugs, toads, frogs
crawl from beneath logs
as a mist descends
hungry for edible friends.

A whimsical take Jaime
upon the melancholy game
of dancing puddles splashed
while dodging raindrops fast.

Janet



Them: I should get going to bed, though.
Me: I should too, especially now while the hamster is sleeping.
Me: But that too sounds like work.
Me: Suddenly I have the munchies.
Them: You are like a small... child with sudden bursts of energy.
Them: You're the kind of tricky kid, you never know if they're really worn out or are they just waiting until your guard is down and then suddenly they've written on the wall or put peanut butter on the cat.
Me: : -dead-
Them: -doesn't let guard down and pokes with a stick-
Me: I love you so much I want to hump you until you have no will to live.
Them: lmao
Them: Me:






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  • LionessK : pensiero di voi... on August 24
    buon compleanno dolcezza

  • Celticmoon on February 17
    -runs in and pounces da kitty then runs off-
  • Heavenly Angel on December 14, 2007
    and just WHERE have you been, young man?!?!?!?!?!?
    You are missed, love buttons!
  • LionessK on November 15, 2007

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